"YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD!" Draco screamed. "How dare আপনি humiliate me?!?"
They were in front of the Potions classroom, everyone had left, even Snape. The candlelight from the chandeliers, was the only available light.
Hermione didn't even flinch as the spit from the disgraceful mouth in front of her. She tried to keep her cool, which really isn't that hard for her.
"Malfoy, I dont think a simple slap between enemies is that humliating. আপনি decided to accept it, আপনি arse." She spat.
Draco glared at her with his gray-blue eyes. 'That stupid mudblood, how dare she say that to me?'
As Draco's large hand made direct contact with her cheek, Hermione's petite hand slapped his face.
"YOU ARSE!!!" She screamed. "I DON'T CARE IF আপনি HATE ME, অথবা MY STATUS! BUT আপনি HAVE NO RIGHT TO SLAP ME! NONE." Her evil death glare actually frightened Draco a little.
"I can do whatever I want, Granger. I can slap that pretty little face silly if I want to. Deal. With. It."
"Ohh, big boy likes my pretty little face huh?"
"Merlin." He muttered. "Actually," He leaned in closer, his warm breath touching her, his cold lips brushing her cheek. "You look like a troll." She punched him in the arm. "Like I said, you're an arse."
"A very handsome arse, am I wrong?" Draco ব্যক্ত cooly, ignoring the throbbing pain under his robes. Running his slim fingers through his pale blonde hair he leaned gracefully against the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yes, আপনি are. Finally, we come to an agreement on something rational." Hermione said, lips in a firm, thin line.
He leaned in closer. "Let me remind আপনি it's YOUR fault we're having this horrible conversation, Granger." He slurred. "Let me ALSO remind you, I hate you."
Hermione looked at his emotionless eyes, searching for some feeling. 'How can he live with himself knowing little children fear his name? Shame on him.'
"Why are we still speaking, Mr. Malfoy?" She skimmed.
"Mr. Malfoy? Granger, being formal are we? প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে me the AUTHORITY I deserve? প্রণয় it. Do it আরো often. আপনি dirty muggle-born." Draco spat, very much irked.
"I don't need this." Hermione gasped. She walked away, her brown bushy hair waving in the breeze.
"Granger, please. One আরো thing," He ব্যক্ত as sincerely has possible.
She didn't turn around but replied, "Yes Malfoy?"
He sneered. "How DO আপনি get your hair like Crabbe's armpit hair? Do আপনি ever trim it? অথবা do anything about your teeth? So rat-like. Fascinating."
"You. Are. An. Arse." Hermione seethed, throwing her sharpest quill at Draco's face.
He dodged just in time, as it sailed through the air into দেওয়াল পরবর্তি to him.
"Oh Granger, dear naughty Granger. Tsk, tsk. আপনি don't REALLY want to kill me? অথবা do you?" He asked politely, eyes glimmering with hate.
"Yes." She ব্যক্ত smiling.
Hope আপনি like it!
They were in front of the Potions classroom, everyone had left, even Snape. The candlelight from the chandeliers, was the only available light.
Hermione didn't even flinch as the spit from the disgraceful mouth in front of her. She tried to keep her cool, which really isn't that hard for her.
"Malfoy, I dont think a simple slap between enemies is that humliating. আপনি decided to accept it, আপনি arse." She spat.
Draco glared at her with his gray-blue eyes. 'That stupid mudblood, how dare she say that to me?'
As Draco's large hand made direct contact with her cheek, Hermione's petite hand slapped his face.
"YOU ARSE!!!" She screamed. "I DON'T CARE IF আপনি HATE ME, অথবা MY STATUS! BUT আপনি HAVE NO RIGHT TO SLAP ME! NONE." Her evil death glare actually frightened Draco a little.
"I can do whatever I want, Granger. I can slap that pretty little face silly if I want to. Deal. With. It."
"Ohh, big boy likes my pretty little face huh?"
"Merlin." He muttered. "Actually," He leaned in closer, his warm breath touching her, his cold lips brushing her cheek. "You look like a troll." She punched him in the arm. "Like I said, you're an arse."
"A very handsome arse, am I wrong?" Draco ব্যক্ত cooly, ignoring the throbbing pain under his robes. Running his slim fingers through his pale blonde hair he leaned gracefully against the doorway, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Yes, আপনি are. Finally, we come to an agreement on something rational." Hermione said, lips in a firm, thin line.
He leaned in closer. "Let me remind আপনি it's YOUR fault we're having this horrible conversation, Granger." He slurred. "Let me ALSO remind you, I hate you."
Hermione looked at his emotionless eyes, searching for some feeling. 'How can he live with himself knowing little children fear his name? Shame on him.'
"Why are we still speaking, Mr. Malfoy?" She skimmed.
"Mr. Malfoy? Granger, being formal are we? প্রদর্শিত হচ্ছে me the AUTHORITY I deserve? প্রণয় it. Do it আরো often. আপনি dirty muggle-born." Draco spat, very much irked.
"I don't need this." Hermione gasped. She walked away, her brown bushy hair waving in the breeze.
"Granger, please. One আরো thing," He ব্যক্ত as sincerely has possible.
She didn't turn around but replied, "Yes Malfoy?"
He sneered. "How DO আপনি get your hair like Crabbe's armpit hair? Do আপনি ever trim it? অথবা do anything about your teeth? So rat-like. Fascinating."
"You. Are. An. Arse." Hermione seethed, throwing her sharpest quill at Draco's face.
He dodged just in time, as it sailed through the air into দেওয়াল পরবর্তি to him.
"Oh Granger, dear naughty Granger. Tsk, tsk. আপনি don't REALLY want to kill me? অথবা do you?" He asked politely, eyes glimmering with hate.
"Yes." She ব্যক্ত smiling.
Hope আপনি like it!
