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Chapter 2
Hermione turned only to see a guy holding Draco Malfoy by the shoulder. Her eyes widened more than a fraction. It was Harry Potter with his best friend Ronald Weasley. Everybody knew who they were. Although the Weasleys were aristocratic and had much influence; they did not live the grandeur life they once proclaimed. But if the twins were anything to go by; they were well on their way up. Harry Potter was a whole other deal, he wasn't a true blue blood. His mom was a commoner who could only trace her ancestry to 5 generations ago. While his father could trace it to hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Harry Potter was famous because he somehow managed to catch the man who had been terrorizing the nation for years. He was some sort of hero.
"Why should I? You don't tell me what to do." Draco responded, not even glancing at him.
"Malfoy, let the girl go," Ronald Weasley responded. It was as if his voice lit a fire in Draco. In a flash Hermione understood that Draco Malfoy did not truly hate her compared to Ronald Weasley; his hate for her was like a cup of water compared with the ocean's water.
"Weasel," Draco coldly said. "What brings you out and about, shouldn't you be off trying to regain the family fortune? Not that restoring the Weasley household would be worth a thing."
"At least my family maintained its honor and dignity. Too bad the same can't be said about you. A Malfoy accosting a female? What would your ancestors say? They are probably rolling in their graves." Ronald responded equally as frostily.
"As if a Weas-"
"Ron, Draco there is no need for such animosity, you must learn to get along," Harry interrupted. "Just let her go, Draco."
Draco Malfoy looked at him than at her. He leaned in closely. "This isn't over," he whispered softly into her ear. "Fine. She isn't worth the effort." He said in a much louder voice.
"Manners, Malfoy," Harry admonished. "Don't worry we all know that he is simply jealous of your brain." He smiled at her.
"Jealous? Of me?" Hermione sounded wary.
"Why wouldn't he?" He looked directly into her eyes. "I see an intelligent, confident, and simply lovely young women. Not to mention you aren't afraid or made putty in Draco's hands."
"Trust me those are hard to find," Ron chuckled ruefully. "They all seem to want to get into his pants."
"Ron, you're in the presence of a lady," Harry said.
"If you don't mind, I'll be leaving now." Hermione had barely finished speaking when she started to leave. As she left, she glanced back and met Draco's eyes. They held an indescribable expression in them. They rapidly broke eye contact.
A/N: Should I continue? Yea or Nay? Thank you for all the support until next time!
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