Her Last Sentence
"Are you absolutely mad, Malfoy?" Blaise demanded as we left the common room. The moon was nowhere to be seen and I gazed out at the navy black night sky filled with priceless stars, resolute to avoid the question at all costs.
"You will be ostracized in Hogwarts! Slytherins will hate you, Gryffindors will shun you. Hufflepuffs will suspect you and Ravenclaws will interrogate you! Have you no idea what you have just got yourself in? Associating with a mudblood, and a Gryffindor mudblood at that!" Blaise shouted, shaking me.
"Do not say mudblood," I replied curtly, looking down. I shrugged out of Blaise' grasp and walked doggedly to the Slytherin dorm. Blaise sighed irritably and followed me, muttering at how this was such a terrible situation. When suddenly, just as we were reaching our destination, he stopped and ran ahead of me, blocking my way.
"Are you serious about her?" Blaise asked, his eyes seemed to be staring right through my face.
"I don't know, Blaise. I just want her and it will be the bane of me if I gave her up to Weasel or Potter," I replied roughly, holding Blaise' glare.
"I feared you'd say that," Blaise said and muttered the password to the Slytherin dorm, as the smooth stone door slid open I could hear him say, "Damn Slytherins and their selfish persistence of that they darn want."
I smirked at the remark…
I awoke in my soft bed. It was a single room and not a soul was in sight. I lay entangled in my black silk sheets. Deep in the dungeons it was very cold, if it was not for my familiarity with the icy chill I would have insisted on living up in the towers of Hogwarts, but it was ever more private. My room was tucked into the corners of the dungeons of Hogwarts; it proved to be helpful yet a disadvantage at times.
I groaned, unimpressed by the day that was ahead, I could skip Snape's class, of course, I was in his favor, but about the old hag, McGonagall, I was not sure. I grudgingly got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, I took a quick hot shower and magicked on my school robes, I did not bother to brush my hair, and it's probably going to be messy again tomorrow anyway.
I stalked out of my room and down the dark hallways lit with fire, not tinged green for once, I guess the Slytherin Student Maintenance Group from whom I assigned the job to, was not doing their work. Well, the orange flame was welcoming and a refreshing change.
As I pushed the intricately-carved wooden door to the common room, it creaked noisily, I kicked it for some extra help to get it to open quickly, and I was already late for Transfiguration…
"Malfoy, you do realize that you are fifteen minutes late for class!" Professor McGonagall informed sternly. I nodded and sidled to my seat and sat down lazily. McGonagall's eye twitched, I looked at her sweetly, my eyes daring her to do something. She must have thought this was a matter too little for her concern for she returned to her board and resumed the lesson.
I made no heed to listen to her ramble on how to change stuff, my eye was on her. The sunlight filtered through the clear glass to her table. I saw once again how her hair glinted it off and there were tiny streaks of red in her hair, as though she dyed it one strand at a time. Hermione's skin shone and it actually became a strain to look at her with all the light.
Her quill scratched furiously on her parchment, as if she did not know how to change a mouse into a stone figure. She frowned when she could not keep up with McGonagall's 'speed' teaching but her quill continued to move across the parchment in breaking speed, only pausing to dip it into the ink bottle.
Sensing my intense stare on her, Blaise nudged me and whispered, "Stop looking at her, Draco. Pansy is getting twitchy,"
I glanced at Pansy, sure enough; she was watching me with those blue eyes of hers, her short hair pulled back by an Alice band. She was pouting and turned away when I caught her spying. I sighed and nodded in agreement. I fished a 'muggle' pencil out of my bag. Usually, I would not be caught dead with the thing, but pencils were much easier to sketch with, besides it was linked to Hermione…
She was really affecting me, isn't she?
From the bottom of my eyes, I took in every detail of Hermione taking notes. Her brows in a determined frown, her brown eyes wide, and she was biting her lip. Her face was so close to the parchment, an inch nearer, and her nose would touch it. Her hair fell thickly around her face in messy spirals.
Her uniform was crisp, neat and in order. She wore the Hogwart's school cloak, shirt and skirt. She had grey socks and black bulky shoes on.
"You're drawing her?" Blaise asked, as he peered over at my drawing, I did not bother to answer. I just could not get her face and her hair right! I pressed my lips tightly, determined to get this right. Suddenly, the period was over and everyone was standing up, and packing up for lunch.
I sighed; I did not even finish her face.
Potter and Weasley were at her side almost immediately, chatting like complete idiots. Hermione just listened and laughed at whatever they said. Weasley unexpectedly lifted his red head and caught me watching them.
"What you looking at, Malfoy?" he spat. Hermione and Potter instantly turned to look at me. Hermione looked puzzled while Potter frowned slightly in suspicion.
"Look at you?" I asked, rolling my eyes and picking up my leather sling bag. I walked over to them, "Look at you?" I asked again in a sarcastic manner. "You have got to be kidding." It hurt me that Hermione would just stand there and do nothing, not even restraining Weasley and telling him off.
"Besides," I said, sneering, "I would never look at a dirty little mudblood." Hermione closed her eyes like she had heard this all before. And I was absolutely sure she had. Then suddenly she opened her eyes, she had a rebellious expression in her eyes and a smirk worthy of the Malfoy family on her jaw.
Her slender hand suddenly pulled my silver and green tie down harshly, when my face was level to hers she whispered her comeback to me, then let go of my tie and stalked out of the room with Weasel and Potty, leaving me alone in the classroom with Blaise.
"What did she say?" Blaise asked, walking over with his bag. I was adjusting my tie, impressed and slightly shocked at what she had just said to me.
"She said," I replied,
"She'll show me what a dirty little mudblood she can be."
Credits: DeviantART Artist: laerry, for helping me in the last part of the completely amusing part of the entire chapter.
Work: Dirty Little Mudblood