a/n. I'm sorry! I've never finished a fic. I can't believe I'm only a few chappies away! (tear, tear). Vote for sneak peek!
Should I say what happens next?
a. TELL ME BITCH!
b. I suppose so.
c.well, no, it'll screw up the story
d. DON'T TELL ME BITCH!
P.S., Im doing this during exams, so you'd better love me for this!
Chapter 19
Dirty Blood
Hermione rushed to the ROR. She felt weird, finally playing after eight months.
What was it that chnaged her life? That brought out something in her, something that drew her to life?
It was the simple, true feeling of being pure.
But it didn't.
She wished it had.
Mudblood.
She hated it.
Dirty.
She felt unclean.
Once, when she was younger, and had just gotten her letter, she went to France with her parents.
One boy asked her if she felt dirty.
And why she never washed, or took any pride in herself.
While she wanted to look so.
How he could tell what she was, she would never know.
But, she felt that it was her duty to be so perfect to get away from the teasing.
But then Malfoy came.
He made her feel so bad, as if everything went wrong.
'Mudblood,' So careless, so frivolous.
So tossed-to-the-winds.
Still, it made her feel like shit.
She walked out.
'Watch it Mudblood.' He said naturally.
All of a sudden, Hermione felt tension building up inside her.
She leaned closer and closer to him, walking in.
She moved so that his face was inches from her own.
And she...
a/n, HAHAHAHAHAHA ME AND MY SICK HUMOUR!
...slapped him.
'You'll pay for that Granger.' Malfoy snapped.
'I daresay I will. Rightly too.' She smirked.
She left, but felt a pang of guilt in her heart.
