* Last time: Draco makes Hermione lose 10 points for Gryffindor. Hermione
corners him and tells him that she hated him. She almost slaps him, but
decides against it and walks away. *
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Malfoy stood outside the classroom, still frozen with shock. The crowd started to disperse, but he was still standing there.
"Draco, are you okay? Did that mean Hermione hurt you?" Pansy Parkinson simpered.
"Pansy, leave me alone! Stop following me around, can't you see that I'm trying to avoid you?" Draco snarled, his temper rising.
"Draco, do you feel okay?" Pansy still simpered, although taking a step back.
"No Pansy, I'm not! Now leave me alone! Go, now!" Draco nearly shouted.
Pansy just waved and said, "See you later, Draco!" and walked away.
Draco rolled his eyes. God, that Pansy really needs to get a clue. I can't get rid of her! Then, he focused his thoughts back on Hermione.
Sure, he knew that Hermione the mudblood hated him, but he never actually heard it straight from her mouth until now. Somehow, miraculously, it stung when she told him that she hated him. Why? He asked himself. Why should I care if she hated me? For all I know, I hated her the minute I laid eyes on her. She was smart, and most teachers' favorite student.
But there was something different about her this year. Malfoy racked his brain, trying to find clues. Then it came to him. This year, Hermione was more, well, pretty. There was no other way to describe it. Her dark, brown eyes were full of shine and gloss, often wandering up into the sky or focusing on a book. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight after the fourth year.
She also definitely matured over the summer, too, and she now had an even tan and a slim body that hugged all the right curves. Of course, it never showed because of her loose robes, but when she wore jeans over the weekend Draco could see that. Her hair was also less bushy than usual.
But it wasn't just her looks. No, it was her brain and personality that struck him as well. She was smart, brave, free-spirited and loyal to her friends. Oh yes, definitely loyal. She could obviously stand up for herself to any enemy, learn any spell faster than anyone and pass all her exams in a wink.
Wait, what am I saying? Malfoy thought, disgusted with himself. No, Hermione Granger is just a filthy little know-it-all mudblood and she's going to stay that way, he thought decidedly, shaking his head. He swore to himself that he was always going to loathe her.
Malfoy stood up straight. "Ennervate," he muttered and pointed his wand at Crabbe and Goyle just as the bell rang.
"Shit," he said angrily as Crabbe and Goyle sat up groggily. "Move it, we're late for Transfiguration," Malfoy beckoned to McGonagalls's classroom.
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Malfoy stood outside the classroom, still frozen with shock. The crowd started to disperse, but he was still standing there.
"Draco, are you okay? Did that mean Hermione hurt you?" Pansy Parkinson simpered.
"Pansy, leave me alone! Stop following me around, can't you see that I'm trying to avoid you?" Draco snarled, his temper rising.
"Draco, do you feel okay?" Pansy still simpered, although taking a step back.
"No Pansy, I'm not! Now leave me alone! Go, now!" Draco nearly shouted.
Pansy just waved and said, "See you later, Draco!" and walked away.
Draco rolled his eyes. God, that Pansy really needs to get a clue. I can't get rid of her! Then, he focused his thoughts back on Hermione.
Sure, he knew that Hermione the mudblood hated him, but he never actually heard it straight from her mouth until now. Somehow, miraculously, it stung when she told him that she hated him. Why? He asked himself. Why should I care if she hated me? For all I know, I hated her the minute I laid eyes on her. She was smart, and most teachers' favorite student.
But there was something different about her this year. Malfoy racked his brain, trying to find clues. Then it came to him. This year, Hermione was more, well, pretty. There was no other way to describe it. Her dark, brown eyes were full of shine and gloss, often wandering up into the sky or focusing on a book. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight after the fourth year.
She also definitely matured over the summer, too, and she now had an even tan and a slim body that hugged all the right curves. Of course, it never showed because of her loose robes, but when she wore jeans over the weekend Draco could see that. Her hair was also less bushy than usual.
But it wasn't just her looks. No, it was her brain and personality that struck him as well. She was smart, brave, free-spirited and loyal to her friends. Oh yes, definitely loyal. She could obviously stand up for herself to any enemy, learn any spell faster than anyone and pass all her exams in a wink.
Wait, what am I saying? Malfoy thought, disgusted with himself. No, Hermione Granger is just a filthy little know-it-all mudblood and she's going to stay that way, he thought decidedly, shaking his head. He swore to himself that he was always going to loathe her.
Malfoy stood up straight. "Ennervate," he muttered and pointed his wand at Crabbe and Goyle just as the bell rang.
"Shit," he said angrily as Crabbe and Goyle sat up groggily. "Move it, we're late for Transfiguration," Malfoy beckoned to McGonagalls's classroom.