Chapter One: Beautiful Eyes
"-Nah mate, the Cannons will win against the Badgers easily, everybody knows that" Ron exclaimed, exaggerating his point by sweeping his arm around him at the vast amount of students eating at the Welcoming Feast at Hogwarts.
"You seriously need a better team to barrack for Ron." Harry jeered knowingly, shoving more pork roast into his already full mouth.
"They will win Harry." The Weasely shot back; he too was stuffing his mouth full of a variety of meat and vegetables.
I sat there silently chewing on my slice of chicken, this happened every time Quidditch was brought up, which was in fact, every meal, every lesson and basically every time Harry and Ron weren't playing their favourite sport.
Frankly, I liked the sport as much as my best friends did, but I hated it when they dissected every move that one team or player did at each game, it ruined the whole fun of Quidditch really; but what would I know? Apparently, from what I've picked up from loud conversations, that I'm just a nerdy bookworm girl who doesn't know anything that doesn't come from a large book.
Sighing, I collected my possessions that I had left on the table and placed them carefully into my plain black and silver shoulder bag, swinging the last of my Pumpkin Juice down, I stood up to leave. Unfortunately, as I slipped my bag onto my shoulder, I accidentally bumped into one of the least likable person in Hogwarts; Malfoy.
"Get out of my way Mudblood." He drawled, his voice absent of all emotions and expression.
Tears stung my eyes, no matter how much people had said that to me, no matter for how long, it still hurt. I looked up at the emotionless man in front of me. His platinum blonde hair hung limply with the occasional wisp of hair dangling in front of my eyes and those eyes are what really struck me as weird. They were like light grey clouds before the rain begins, swirling orbs with speckles of almost white in them, his eyes amazed me, they were beautiful.
"Do you have a hearing disability Granger or do I have to push you out of my way by force" Malfoy threatened, snapping my thoughts back into reality and out of the consideration that Draco Malfoy's eyes were beautiful.
"I thought you wouldn't dare to touch a muggleborn Malfoy or have you soften on me" I replied, attempting to sound tougher and braver than I felt at that moment.
"I can move you without touching your revolting skin Mudblood; you know being a far better wizard than you'll ever be."
"I have an idea, Malfoy why don't you get lost and we won't have to hurt you." Ron stood up, knocking mine and several other goblets over, spilling other Gryffindors' drinks all over the pure white table cloth.
"Hiding behind that poor bastard again Granger? Sad, rather pathetic really, next Pot Head over there might try and threaten me, oh my, aren't I scared now" Malfoy scoffed sarcastically, using his head to show that Harry was indeed, standing up in fury.
"She isn't hiding behind either of us ferret face, and you should be scared since your bodyguards are still at the Slytherins Table, stuffing their worthless mouths with all the food. Now run along back to the snake's dungeon, where you belong." Harry hissed, one hand clenched and the other pointing to the two large men who undeniably ate everyone's leftovers and more at the table of Slytherin.
"Don't you think I would be able to fight against the two of you and win? You know I am in fact much smarter than the both of you put together so why wouldn't I be able to defend myself without Crabbe or Goyle" Malfoy smoothly replied; his voice never changed from than expressionless-but-not-monotone manner of his.
This left Harry and Ron both speechless, each had matching faces of anger and pure resentment as they glared equally hard at the Slytherin Prince. I had watched the whole scene as it passed as if in slow motion, each word of Malfoy's never changed its pitch, accent or showed any possible emotion but Harry's and Ron's both weren't able to contain their anger nor any other emotion when they faced confrontation.
I was like that too, so easy to read, too easy to tell what had really effected me and what hadn't. Watching Draco Malfoy without difficulty out-wit my best friends amazed me; I would never be able to do that to anyone, even if my life depended on it.
As I was pondering on how Malfoy could contain every emotion, control his whole body and act like he wanted himself to act; the man I had been thinking about had gracefully stalked off, leaving me to calm down the guys.
"Are you alright Hermione"
"He didn't hurt you did he? Because if he did I swear"
I was fired with questions as soon as I turned to Harry and Ron. I was so sick of being asked about when something remotely bad happened to me, I wasn't their little sister, I wasn't little at all.
"Harry, Ron, I'm fine, seriously I'm seventeen now, don't you think I can handle myself by now? After all, Malfoy's been around for the whole seven years at Hogwarts, provoking you two and intimidating me, I'm over it and so why can't you be" I sighed impatiently, adjusting my shoulder strap and pulling my honey brown hair back into a low nape-neck ponytail.
"We know you can Herm, but yeah, we don't like you being bullied by that idiot." Ron grinned sheepishly, shuffling his feet. I'm guessing he was eager to get back to his food as usual, nothing could generally get between him and his food, so why bother stopping him?
"I'm fine." I firmly replied, gazing longingly at the staircases leading to our common room.
"You don't look it Herm." Harry said worriedly, and as usual, I thought I would expect this by now, Harry was always worried about his friends, well more so since Sirius died last year.
"Goodnight, don't worry about me." I answered decisively, turning swiftly out of the Great Hall and onwards to the Gryffindor Tower.
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It was late when I rose from my stiff chair in the Common Room. I had been working at the darkest corner of the study area for hours on end. Looking for signs of a messy black hair or flaming red head guy in the crowded room but I couldn't find them.
They had probably gotten themselves into trouble again…
Sighing, I collected several large books and my other study materials into my arms, glancing around one last time I spun around and headed slowly towards the Girl's Dorm but something stopped me.
"She seemed really upset since the whole dinner incident." One voice whispered, it came from the very edges of the Common Room, farthest away from the beckoning fire.
"I know, Malfoy's really getting to her lately, do you think we should, you know, talk to her about it, make sure she doesn't do anything drastic?" another voice said in a hushed tone.
"I don't know Ron, I mean she'll calm herself down, girls can do that sort of stuff without us, we'll check in on her using my firebolt soon."
It was so obvious that it was Harry and Ron that were talking about me. I felt sick to the stomach and furious at those two knuckle heads, how dare they think that I can't handle myself just because I'm a girl!
I wish I could show them that I can handle myself, which I could act perfectly fine when insults are thrown at me just like…
Malfoy.
Author's Notes!
Hey guys and girls! I hope you like my first chapter on "Emotionless". Trust me the second is coming soon but please review all my stories especially Draco's Massacre.
Yeah...Trust me this is better than my other stories...
>Shadow Silver Wolf
