The Masquerade By EnglishFoxlette
I do not own nor claim to own Harry Potter nor any of the characters, so don't blame me for anything? OK? OK! Happy reading!
Hermione clutched a mountainous pile of books loosely to her chest with one arm, using her free hand to push her nose further into her arithmancy book. Her eyes flew across the page as she briskly walked down the hall. Knowing the halls by heart, she quickly rounded the corner...-WHAM- Hermione crashed into someone and sent her and her possessions flying. Curiously enough a slim article slipped out of the book she had been reading.
"Ouch," Hermione muttered as she rubbed her behind and wincing at the tenderness.
"Watch where you're going Mudblood!" a cold, unforgiving voice commanded. Hermione hauled herself up while she sighed. She fixed her hair and stood up to stare none other than Draco Malfoy in the face.
"Don't call me that you insignificant prat!" Hermione yelled furiously. Draco just smirked. Hermione glared back and proceeded to pick up her things. Draco surveyed the area to make sure no one could see him before he bent down to help her pick up her things.
"Hermione! Hey Hermione!" a voice yelled from down the hall. Shadows danced and grew large on the wall accompanied by running feet.
Draco picked up the article half sticking out of the arithmancy book. His eyes skimmed the title, a small smirk forming over his lips. Draco raised an eyebrow as he met Hermiones eyes.
"Interesting reading here mudblood..." and with that Draco handed it to her and turned, his robes swishing softly with the movement. Hermione just sat there blushing and picking her things up even faster. Ron and Harry ran up behind her.
"Hey Hermione! Were you just talking to Malfoy?" Harry questioned as he pulled her to her feet.
"Oh, just the usual threats and torments..." Hermione said casually.
"Bloody hell, why does he get such pleasure out of tormenting us? He has no heart is probably why!" Ron commented bitterly.
"Well Malfoy is a jerk...Anyways, who wants to go to lunch? I'm starving!" Harry said.
"That sounds delightful. I'm quite hungry myself" said Hermione as she and the boys walked down the corridor into the great hall. "I hear Dumbledore has some news to tell us all anyways. Wonder what it could be..." Harry's voice trailed off.
I do not own nor claim to own Harry Potter nor any of the characters, so don't blame me for anything? OK? OK! Happy reading!
Hermione clutched a mountainous pile of books loosely to her chest with one arm, using her free hand to push her nose further into her arithmancy book. Her eyes flew across the page as she briskly walked down the hall. Knowing the halls by heart, she quickly rounded the corner...-WHAM- Hermione crashed into someone and sent her and her possessions flying. Curiously enough a slim article slipped out of the book she had been reading.
"Ouch," Hermione muttered as she rubbed her behind and wincing at the tenderness.
"Watch where you're going Mudblood!" a cold, unforgiving voice commanded. Hermione hauled herself up while she sighed. She fixed her hair and stood up to stare none other than Draco Malfoy in the face.
"Don't call me that you insignificant prat!" Hermione yelled furiously. Draco just smirked. Hermione glared back and proceeded to pick up her things. Draco surveyed the area to make sure no one could see him before he bent down to help her pick up her things.
"Hermione! Hey Hermione!" a voice yelled from down the hall. Shadows danced and grew large on the wall accompanied by running feet.
Draco picked up the article half sticking out of the arithmancy book. His eyes skimmed the title, a small smirk forming over his lips. Draco raised an eyebrow as he met Hermiones eyes.
"Interesting reading here mudblood..." and with that Draco handed it to her and turned, his robes swishing softly with the movement. Hermione just sat there blushing and picking her things up even faster. Ron and Harry ran up behind her.
"Hey Hermione! Were you just talking to Malfoy?" Harry questioned as he pulled her to her feet.
"Oh, just the usual threats and torments..." Hermione said casually.
"Bloody hell, why does he get such pleasure out of tormenting us? He has no heart is probably why!" Ron commented bitterly.
"Well Malfoy is a jerk...Anyways, who wants to go to lunch? I'm starving!" Harry said.
"That sounds delightful. I'm quite hungry myself" said Hermione as she and the boys walked down the corridor into the great hall. "I hear Dumbledore has some news to tell us all anyways. Wonder what it could be..." Harry's voice trailed off.