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WE COLLIDE
#1: Where are your porters?
He stood in the shadows of the tall platform columns and waited. And sure enough, she appeared. Her bushy hair tied back in a thick ponytail – an effort to keep it in place (but an effort in vain it was). She wore an oversized red pullover and faded jeans. Muggle clothes, he sneered in disgust. He watched her face screw up as she dragged her heavy crate along behind her.
Then he made his move.
Out of the shadows, he stalked towards her purposefully.
"Well well well. What do we have here? Ooh. Little Granger trying to pull along a truckload of books all alone! Where are your two faithful porters?" he stood there and watched in amusement as her face turned a curious shade of red. Wow. Weasley was really getting to her.
"What do you want Malfoy? Back off!" she snarled at him – as he had expected.
"My my, feisty, aren't we today Granger? Or are you just feeling pumped up after a special session with Weasley? Or was it Potter?" she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, I am sorry. I can't remember who it was now because you've been alternating between them..."
Her face darkened even more as she took in his insult. She glared at him and quick as a flash, her hand shot out towards his nose. With seeker reflexes, he grabbed her wrist just as her fist made the first contact with his nose.
"Ha Granger. You really caught me by surprise." He snarled sarcastically.
Then another fist made contact with his back and he crumpled onto the ground – dragging her down with him.
"Malfoy! Release Hermione this instant or you'll be talking to my fist again!" Potter was attempting to pull her up but he still maintained his vice-like grip on her delicate wrists.
"Oh Precious Potter. I'm sure Granger appreciates your nobility, but that was seriously lame. Is that the best you can do?" he pulled her down again, his fingernails digging into the fair flesh.
This time, she spoke up.
"What, Malfoy. Did you finally realize that grabbing MUDBLOODS are going to make you Daddy's favourite little boy and Voldermort's pet?" she glared into his eyes as he cringed at the name. Smoldering brown locked onto icy grey. The target hit home and he dropped her hand like it was a hot coal.
"Filthy Muggleborn! How dare you say that about me." He released her, got up and walked away, making sure his swirling cloak caught her and Potter in the face. He stalked back into the shadows and turned to watch them.
By now, she was off the ground and examining her wrist. No doubt it had five crescent-shaped indents all around it. Potter patted her unruly head and steered her towards the train. As she let him drag her along, she turned her head back and was now looking at him. However, she did not glare at him as he expected. It was not her usual stare full of loathing, disgust and hatred. Instead, she was staring at him with bewilderment and confusion written all over her face.
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