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Now chapt. 2
"UGHH' Hermione screamed after the third 'accidental' shove in her back. She turned around and glared at the pug face girl who kept hitting her.
" Is there a problem?" Hermione questioned her through gritted teeth. Its wasn't bad enough she already had to deal with the nasty comments or the plain rudeness of the other Slytherin she thought , but nooo she had to deal with the girls in her dorm now. 'Great just what I need' she thought.
" Yes there is a problem. I don't know what they have going on here, that the stupid hat put YOU a MUDBLOOD, here in our house. Its just not right. Your mudblood germs are contaminating my things now ughhh. Your just nasty filth! You belong in the kitchens with the house elves." Said the pug faced girl.
Hermione had to take a deep breathe and calm herself down. DON'T KILL THE 'T KILL THE 'T KILL THE 'T KILL THE PUGFACE; was the mantra that kept running through her mind.
Hermione walked right up the girls face, almost nose to nose, and glared with every ounce of hate she could gather. The pug face got scared, being that she thought Hermione was just gonna roll over and listen, she didn't expect that.
"Now you listen to me reaaaalllly good pug face! I am not going to repeat myself. I don't give to hippogriffs butts what you or ANY of your friends think of me. Like I said in the great hall. So the next time you say or hit me or violate me in anyway, I will kick your butt muggle style!" Hernione finished her rant right in the girls face.
"oh my goodness Pansy are you ok?"…….
"I cant believe that mud blood practically attacked you!"….
" The nerve of her … ughhh Pansy she got her germs on you"….
The pug faces friends ran over to her hysterical asking a bunch of nonsense.
Well I take it pug faces name is Pansy so now I have a name to the pooch… Hermione thought to herself as she turned around to finish unpacking her belongings.
Later that evening, while the other girls in her dorm slept peacefully, Hermione layed with silent tears trailing down her face. She was strong but she also had feelings and the names that her fellow housemates called her were just downright hurtful. Her blood was not dirty, it was just as red, bled just the same, and flowed just the same as theirs. With a heavy heart and sore eyes she turned over and faced the window to the right of her bed and drifted off to a restless sleep.