The End of the World
By HYPERdingdong39
"Mudblood," Draco spat out, the very words making him feel disgust. That annoying little mudblood.
His father felt the need to constantly give him hell because she beat him in EVERY subject. And yet, he had to be civil with her, as a war was going on, and he couldn't switch to Voldemort's side because he hated her. ((If you can't tell... Draco is on the GOOD side... lol))
Hermione glared at him. "Ferret boy," she shot back, her eyes flashing.
"Know it all," he said, running out of insults already. He ran his hand through his hair, wishing he could just leave, but he couldn't. The girl could NOT make him back down.
Hermione was infuriated, as she didn't think of this as a game.
"ARGH!" she grunted, too mad for words. She stepped forward, ready to slap him before she held herself back.
"I don't know why Dumbledore trusts you. I KNOW you are going to turn your back on the Order any day now, and go running to your DEATH EATER father," she said, the words spilling out of her mouth.
Draco's eyes flashed menacingly. He was REALLY mad. He was taking slow steps towards her, and he was glaring. If looks could kill, Hermione would have died a thousand deaths.
"Take. That. Back." He said, making each word sound threatening.
Hermione regretted her words now, as they were really out of line, but she would not take them back. She would NOT lose face to a Slytherin. Although Malfoy did look scary........
She took a step back, and walked out of the room, slamming the door hard on her way out. As she walked through the halls to her common room, she was fuming. Who did he think he was? The infuriating git. She walked briskly to her room, looking like McGonagall on a bad day. Her lips were pressed firmly together, her bushy hair moving gently with her steps. As soon as she got in there, for once she was going to forget about her homework, and go straight to sleep.
Draco woke the next morning with a terrible headache. He groaned slightly as he pulled himself out of bed and into the bathroom. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he looked terrible. He drudgingly pulled a comb through his hair, wishing he could go back to bed.
Draco walked into Great Hall still feeling tired. It wasn't as if anyone could tell anyways.
He sat down at the Slytherin table, trying to hold back a gigantic yawn. As soon as he took his seat, Pansy Parkinson scooted closer to him, batting her eyelashes.
"Hello Dracy-poo!" she said with a purr. "Nice rest?" she asked, flinging her arms around him.
"No, so bugger off," he said shaking her off. She sat back, disgruntled, and instead turned to Blaise sitting on the other side of her.
As Draco ate he found his eyes wandering to the Griffindor table. Judging by the bushiness of Hermione's hair, she hadn't had a great sleep either. He snorted slightly, and took another large bite of his waffle.
Weasley and Potter were talking animatedly as usual, probably about a stupid Griffindor thing. He sighed, and focused again on the Slytherin table.
Goyle and Crabbe were supposedly having a very "intellectual" conversation.
"You fancy Bulstrode?" Goyle was asking Crabbe who responded, "No, I fancy Millicent!"
"Oooohhh," said Goyle with a knowing nod.
"Buffoons, Millicent IS Bulstrode," said Draco rolling his eyes.
"Huh? You mean, she can transform herself?" asked Crabbe, who was looking amazed.
"No, Bulstrode is her last name," said Draco trying to be patient.
"Oh cool! Millicent has the same last name as Bulstrode?" asked Goyle.
Draco abruptly stood up from the table, annoyed at the conversation already. Usually he could live with them longer, but this headache of his was making him even more irritable then usual.
"I'm going to Potions," he declared, and walked out of the Great Hall.
Hermione watched absently as Draco left, admiring his hair. Wait, what? She thought surprised. Had she just admired Draco's hair?
"No! The Chudley Cannons rule!" said Ron, grinning sideways at Hermione.
Harry shook his head heatedly. Hermione was bored with the quidditch talk already, and stood up, waved at Harry and Ron and walked out of the door. She supposed she should go to Potions a bit early, although she really didn't want to deal with Snape.
As Hermione approached the Potions room she heard voices from within. Pretty soon she recognized Snape's greasy tone, and Malfoy's conceited voice. She sighed, and prepared to go in when something held her back.
"But Severus! It's not that easy!"
"Don't you think I know that? I'm working undercover AT THIS MOMENT!"
"But your father isn't a death eater, whose expectations are high. He expects me to join them any day now, and Voldemort is getting antsy!"
"You have to join them and work undercover Draco."
"No! I won't get branded for life with a stupid burning mark! I'm not going to!"
"I thought you could equal up to any Griffindor. Even whiny Hermione would do that, Draco." Hermione decided to go in, although she wanted to listen to more of their conversation.
"What would I do?" she asked snottily, even though she knew perfectly well what they were talking about.
Draco was looking angry as usual.
"Oh no, the Great Teacher has entered the room. I suppose we'll have to listen to her rant on about how smart she is now."
"Shut up Draco." Hermione said, annoyed with him even after the conversation she had overheard.
"Shut up Draco," he mimicked with a grin. She opened her mouth, ready to retort with another insult when another voice joined the conversation.
"50 points from Griffindor," Snape said with a sneer. "And more if you go on."
Hermione was enraged even more, but she had to keep her mouth shut. What a tiring start to what would become an exhausting day.
A/N: So... What did you think? Please leave a review telling me whether you think I should continue this story... and if you do please leave some constructive criticism. I really want to improve my writing!
