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Chapter Three: A Crime to Live
"Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered, appalled by the déjà vu that she had experienced only moments before in the lobby. The rain had started to fall a little harder, and Hermione was hugging herself as she began to cry. She stood up and starting walking around the lake, lost in her thoughts, until she ran into two other Hogwarts students.
"Umph," she moaned as she was knocked backwards a few feet. She looked up and saw her two female best friends, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Hermione had become great friends with the girls in her 6th year, and she would be very sad to say goodbye to them, unlike the filth approaching the group unnoticed by the two 6th years that were giggling their hellos.
"What are you doing here, ferret-face?" Hermione spat as Malfoy came within a few meters of the girls.
Ginny made a small, quiet noise of hatred and pain. Lucius Malfoy had killed Mr. Weasley just that summer, and it hadn't been forgotten. Nothing his family had done would ever be forgotten, not in Hermione's mind.
"What I do during my free time is none of your business, Mudblood," Malfoy spat back at Hermione, sneering as Hermione's cheeks flushed red.
"Malfoy, go away before I take a leaf outta Hermione's book and hex you!" Ginny screamed, shaking. That girl sure kept her anger bottled up for special occasions like this. The three girls all quickly whipped out their wands and pointed them at Malfoy.
"Tut, tut. Come on now, is it a crime to walk?" Malfoy smirked at Hermione, obviously thinking that he made a clever, witty statement.
"It should be! You and your family shouldn't be allowed to live!" Ginny screeched.
Malfoy switched his gaze off of Hermione and gawked at the little Weasley girl. "God, she's rude! I can't believe the little. bitch. just said that!" he thought. Then, he replied, "Gee, Weasley, keep talking like that and you'll be seeing your father soon!"
"Draco Malfoy, I ought to report this to Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione yelled, outraged. Malfoy didn't blame her. He was saying stupid things just to piss Hermione off, and it was working. "Sorry, Granger," he thought.
"We're leaving now. You better watch your back tonight!" Hermione yelled. The girls turned and walked away, back towards the castle. Malfoy stood in the same spot, and watched them walk away for a while, then sat at a nearby rock that wasn't as wet as the others.
Malfoy started thinking about the events of that evening, and he eventually drifted back towards the poem, which he had committed to memory when he read it. It was kind of painful for him to think about, but he sat for ten minutes, replaying it over in his head, analyzing Hermione's reactions when he read it, until he came to a startling conclusion.
"It's- it's- it's about m-me?!?!?!"
COMING SOON: Hall duty is always a little more fun when you dress up for the occasion, so why not make it an enjoyable experience? Read what happens in Chapter Four: Was it For Me?
Chapter Three: A Crime to Live
"Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered, appalled by the déjà vu that she had experienced only moments before in the lobby. The rain had started to fall a little harder, and Hermione was hugging herself as she began to cry. She stood up and starting walking around the lake, lost in her thoughts, until she ran into two other Hogwarts students.
"Umph," she moaned as she was knocked backwards a few feet. She looked up and saw her two female best friends, Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Hermione had become great friends with the girls in her 6th year, and she would be very sad to say goodbye to them, unlike the filth approaching the group unnoticed by the two 6th years that were giggling their hellos.
"What are you doing here, ferret-face?" Hermione spat as Malfoy came within a few meters of the girls.
Ginny made a small, quiet noise of hatred and pain. Lucius Malfoy had killed Mr. Weasley just that summer, and it hadn't been forgotten. Nothing his family had done would ever be forgotten, not in Hermione's mind.
"What I do during my free time is none of your business, Mudblood," Malfoy spat back at Hermione, sneering as Hermione's cheeks flushed red.
"Malfoy, go away before I take a leaf outta Hermione's book and hex you!" Ginny screamed, shaking. That girl sure kept her anger bottled up for special occasions like this. The three girls all quickly whipped out their wands and pointed them at Malfoy.
"Tut, tut. Come on now, is it a crime to walk?" Malfoy smirked at Hermione, obviously thinking that he made a clever, witty statement.
"It should be! You and your family shouldn't be allowed to live!" Ginny screeched.
Malfoy switched his gaze off of Hermione and gawked at the little Weasley girl. "God, she's rude! I can't believe the little. bitch. just said that!" he thought. Then, he replied, "Gee, Weasley, keep talking like that and you'll be seeing your father soon!"
"Draco Malfoy, I ought to report this to Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione yelled, outraged. Malfoy didn't blame her. He was saying stupid things just to piss Hermione off, and it was working. "Sorry, Granger," he thought.
"We're leaving now. You better watch your back tonight!" Hermione yelled. The girls turned and walked away, back towards the castle. Malfoy stood in the same spot, and watched them walk away for a while, then sat at a nearby rock that wasn't as wet as the others.
Malfoy started thinking about the events of that evening, and he eventually drifted back towards the poem, which he had committed to memory when he read it. It was kind of painful for him to think about, but he sat for ten minutes, replaying it over in his head, analyzing Hermione's reactions when he read it, until he came to a startling conclusion.
"It's- it's- it's about m-me?!?!?!"
COMING SOON: Hall duty is always a little more fun when you dress up for the occasion, so why not make it an enjoyable experience? Read what happens in Chapter Four: Was it For Me?