thedracoluciusmalfoy:

He simply rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly, “Whatever you say, Granger.” Finally, he turned back to her, because it’s ignorant to not face the person you’re talking to, even if it is more bickering than talking, “Perhaps, but to be honest, that wouldn’t take a lot because of how thick he comes across.”

Draco eyed Hermione’s hair when it seemed to receive even more volume, how was that even possible? Did she not own conditioner- his conversation with Blaise about anonymously sending haircare products to her resurfaced in his mind and he had to fight to not burst into laughter as he kept his gaze steady on her. He was about to comment on the use of magic but surely she wasn’t dumb enough to not think of it herself, “I was being sarcastic, Granger.” He had always had some curiosity towards her but now he had the chance to ask- even if he didn’t receive the answer, at least he’d asked, “Can you not just ignore the red-head disaster zone and actually join in with the festivities for a change?” 

“I’m afraid I don’t know of any ‘red-head disaster zone.’” She responded seriously, answering all questions asked, sarcastic or not. She certainly wouldn’t refer to one of her best friends as a ‘red-head disaster zone.’

“And I’ll have you know, I was joining in, but in all honesty, It wasn’t very fun.” She nodded once. Was this really happening? Was she really engaging in a civil conversation with the blonde prat? This wasn’t at all like the conversations she had with Harry and Ronald who simply smile and nod, agreeing to whatever…Malfoy actually appeared to be giving her his attention as she spoke. He actually seemed to listen. “I think it’s ridiculous how people put so much effort into such an obnoxious sport, not to mention the parties afterward.”

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

“Not everyone.” His eyes rolled, was she deliberately being an annoying fuck? Because she was exceeding, “I’m not stupid, Granger, stop speaking in that way. Of course you cry, but you shouldn’t. Especially in public.” Dear Salazar, did she not realise how out of balance her crying had made things? Granger was supposed to be strong- from what he could tell- this wasn’t right.

At her new tone, he blinked twice as though he was blinking away his exhaustion, “But, I do so like getting in digs about him- especially since I’m being truthful.” Even though it was another slight dig, his voice was softer than what it usually was when he spoke to her- or about her and her friends. “Perhaps he is, though I must say, he hides it incredibly well.” He paused, removing his gaze from her before he continued, “Anyway, as riveting as this is.. My point still stands. Don’t you have some of next month’s homework to do instead of crying over…him? Dear Salazar, Granger.”

“Yes, everyone.” She corrected, obviously choosing to agree with her own opinion on the matter. “There’s not much privacy anywhere right now, to be fair. And Ronald is much smarter than you think. He’d surprise you.”

She shook her head at his question, her already messy hair growing more frazzled as she did so. “No—Well—I suppose I should do something more productive with my time, but it’s not like I could study in the common room or my dorm right now. The party is rather loud.” She rambled in a mutter, biting her lower lip as she silently considered using different silencing charms to quiet her study space.

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

He had to fight to not scoff at her action, self-righteous, do good little bitch that she was. 

Though when she glared at him he couldn’t help but scoff; oh he knew if he pushed her too far she’d probably kick off and hit him, or hex him. But with his recent state of affairs, he couldn’t care less. He had resigned himself to the fact he was, more than likely, going to die soon anyway. “You mean someone better than you? Wise choice, Granger, real wise choice.”

His head cocked to one side as he watched her, his eyes scanned over her whole self; not really paying much attention to what he was seeing, that really wouldn’t do to pay heed to her “womanly ways” in this situation, “But, we’re getting off track so calm your bushy little head.. This is getting tiresome, you’re a muggleborn, you’re lower class, you’re clever. Yes, that’s over with.. But you don’t cry, that’s not right. Why must you fuck up with the order of things? -Especially when it’s for the Weasel. I fail to see his allure, now you.. You I can understand, him? I don’t want to lower my intelligence to “get” him.”

“Of course I cry. -Everyone- cries. Even you. I may be muggleborn, but I’m human. Meaning I have feelings just like everyone else.” She nodded matter-of-factly, talking slowly as if she were trying to educate someone without a brain.

She frowned, her aggressive spark disappearing once more at the mention of Ronald. She wrung her hands insecurely. “Stop bringing him up… please. I thought I’d successfully gotten away from that subject.” She mumbled aloud, speaking in a kinder, more civil tone. “You wouldn’t have to lower your intelligence to “get” him. Ronald is intelligent. Sometimes. When he wants to be.” She shrugged, still prepared to defend her friend.

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

Draco was ignorant of her thoughts, but her silence spoke for itself. He had no idea why she was such a mug to the Weasel. Everything Draco said was true- well, he saw it as true, and if he thinks it’s true, of course it’s true.

His eyes rolled as he turned to face her, once again. A pale brow raised at her since she’d taken a step forward, my my, look who’s getting her “fire” back. Finally. He let his grey eyes take in her features, mostly because of the red rims around her eyes, but he didn’t really see her still.. Not in her entirety. “As if you care, Granger, you’re just being the nosey fuck that you always are. Always wanting to know everything about everyone.” His eyes narrowed at her having just snapped, when he spoke again his voice wasn’t as harsh as it just had been, “Good, make sure it doesn’t.” 

As Draco turned to face her, Hermione raised her chin in a smug manner, hands placed on her hips. Good! She caught his attention! Bloody idiot.

Though she was shorter than he was, she stood her ground. Malfoy had bullied her since year one, and she was over it— completely through with it. “Oh, excuse me.” Her brown eyes adjusted into an aggressive glare, “For once, you’re correct. I don’t care. I have absolutely no reason to actually care about someone like -you.-“

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

He scoffed, “Of course I don’t. Perhaps you can stop saying it when it’s actually true, until that day; you’ll just have to deal with it. You might see what everybody else sees one day. When you do, you’ll realise that I’m merely stating the truth.”

The silence which followed his previous words was actually rewarding; true he may have been cruel, but that’s what he’s like. She’s only a mudblood, she can go to Potter and get him to make everything perfect and golden again. Dear Merlin, how she and her “friends” pissed him off.

His brow furrowed, fuckfuckfuck, she wasn’t mean to have heard that.. Or at least not comment. Nosey fuck that she was. Seriously, what did it matter if something was. So much for being the brightest witch of the age, as if he’d tell her. “Nothing of any consequence of you.” He spoke in a harsh tone even though his inner monologue was now calling him a liar, of course it’d be of consequence to her- it would be to everyone in the damn school if this actually happened. Then again, even if it didn’t.. The Dark Lord would find a way to do it, setting the task to the blonde boy just gave him a reason to “get rid of” him.  

She shuffled the bottom of her shoe against the stone of the floor, rolling her eyes in pure annoyance. Did the stubborn prat ever shut up? She didn’t give a damn about his opinion… How many times would she have to repeat herself before it registered in his thick skull?

…However, Malfoy’s words had made her doubt herself— even if only for a second. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, eyes darting around the dark corridor as thoughts consumed her already jumbled mind. Malfoy wouldn’t be telling her the truth, would he? Well, she -did- finish Ronald’s homework for him on countless occasions, but friends help friends, right? Surely not everyone thought she was being used. Ronald wouldn’t use her…would he?

It was his harsh tone which pulled her out of her thoughts, “I—Well—Excuse me for showing a little concern about a fellow classmate! I assure you, it won’t happen again!” She growled in a harsh tone to match his own, taking a step forward. Oh, how Malfoy pissed her off. If he wanted to snap at her, she’d snap right back. She’d show him exactly who he was messing with.

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

His eyes rolled at seeing her eyes fill with tears, oh how the truth hurts. Everybody in the damn school knew how terribly they both treated her. Potter; always choosing the Weasel above her. The Weasel; using her for homework, only ever seeing her as “the friend,” the constant friend that would always be the same. They should be nicknamed “dumb” and “dumber.” “I don’t care, Granger, I’m merely speaking the truth.”

Draco sighed at her reaction, dear fucking Salazar, what had he done. Perhaps he was foolish but he turned away from her, may be it was easier for him not to be a prat when he didn’t see her but he took the time to look anywhere but at her, “Don’t misunderstand me, I still think you’re at the bottom of the hierachy.” lieslieslieslies-he didn’t believe that, not for a long time. How could someone of such poor birth be so clever if she was as low as he insinuated her to be, but, of course, he wouldn’t tell her.. Or anyone for the matter. “However, you are better than the Weasel. You’re far more intelligent and much quicker witted than he. You’re also more talented than he. That is why you’re better, Granger.” 

He sighed once again, this time from fatigue, he’d been in the room of requirement most of the day then he’d just had to pick an argument, how splendid. That is why he was being so.. Dear Merlin, was he being -nice.- No, no he was not. Stop thinking that.

She sniffled, slouching against the wall and lightly rubbing her eyes dry for the billionth time tonight. Stop crying, stop crying, stop crying. “You don’t know the truth. How many times am I going to have to say it? You don’t know anything about them, so stop acting as if you do.”

His harsh words didn’t cause any type of negative impact of the witch. In fact, it’s exactly what she expected. She was already aware of how little she meant to Malfoy, and honestly, she couldn’t care less— he didn’t mean anything to her either.

She rolled onto the balls of her feet, perking up as the sound of his exhausted sigh met her ears. She tilted her head, watching the shadow of his form through the darkness. That was all he had to say? This wasn’t the Malfoy she knew— something had obviously changed in him. “Something troubling you?” She asked inquisitively, not out of care or pity, but mostly out of her own nosy curiosity.

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

“I never claimed not to be a hypocrite. Don’t, Granger? The friends who were cruel to you? The ones who only use your brains when they need you? Some pretty good friends you have there. I’m jealous, I really am.” His last comment was laced with sarcasm, but it was true- in his eyes, Potter and the Weasel didn’t deserve her. Wait, no, she deserved friends who were better to her. Damn it, even he could see Potter was her best friend but as soon as she and the Weasel argued, Potter sided with the Weasel. Fucking loyal friends, his arse. They’re all two faced.

 He sighed at seeing her eyes well up again, for fuck sake Granger. You’re not supposed to cry! You’re strong Salazar damnnit. “She’s an airhead, Granger that’s all there is to it. It’s someone who’ll mother him. Again, no, I might not know him but I’m not thick enough to realise it. Plus, she’s an easy lay.” He frowned at himself, dear Merlin, what the hell was he doing, “If he can’t see you’re better than her, he really doesn’t deserve you.”

Her vision swam and her eyes burned with the torrents of salty tears that welled up, “They don’t use me!” How dare he speak down on her friends like that? He didn’t know -anything- about her friendship with Harry and Ronald, “Oh, shove off, Malfoy. Why are you acting as if you care all of the sudden? It’s rather annoying.”

Her stare remained glued to him, her expression coated in slight shock. Did she hear him correctly? The Draco Malfoy she knew would never place her above anyone. She was filthy, the lowest of the low in his opinion… or so she thought. “Surely -you-, of all people, don’t truly believe that -I- am better than anyone.” Draco Malfoy was nothing but cruel, she knew. Still, as she stared, she couldn’t help but notice a change in the boy in front of her. He looked tired—perhaps even ill. Something unusual was hidden behind those dark eyes of his and it made Hermione’s brain buzz with curiosity.

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

His eyes narrowed at her threat, “I’m terrified, truly terrified.” He spoke in a scathing tone, he knew she wasn’t idiotic enough to not take her wand with her, and he also knew she’d hex him given the chance, strangely, he didn’t really care. This.. conversation, for use of a better word, was the first time in weeks he hadn’t been solely thinking about his task. 

“As you said, Granger, you know fuck all about me. Don’t presume you know anything about my friends. I’d defend my friends if they deserve it. He’s obviously hurt you yet you defend him; it’s ridiculous, any one with more than three braincells can see how he treats you is bad.” His brow quirked when she actually told him that he’d picked someone over her, “Granger, when you’re making the noises you were with tears streaming down your face; you’re upset. Again, I might not know you.. But I’m not blind, crying doesn’t suit you; and crying over Weasley? Whomever he’s chosen is probably on his level of being barely an ape with his IQ.”

“Hypocrite.” She spat defensively, aggressively. “You don’t know anything about my friends either, Malfoy. Don’t. Just—Just don’t.” 

Determined to keep her hard face, she pursed her lips, trying to act as if none of Malfoy’s comments were offensive. She didn’t want to hear Malfoy insult the boy she’d grown to love— she didn’t want to talk about him. At all. In the corner of her eyes, hot tears had gathered once more, and she fluttered her lashes in an effort to blink them back. Her heart pounded angrily against her chest to the point where it physically hurt, the simple thought of Ronald Weasley threatening to force her back into a fragile state of tears. “I’m not— I’m not a fan of Lavender, but there must be a reason.”

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thedracoluciusmalfoy:

Draco’s brow quirked as a small smirk tugged at his lips, oh how he loved annoying her like this, “Aw, Granger. Does his name hurt you? Pray do tell, has he taken to a new whore and had finished with you? Grew bored of the stick-up-your-arse attitude has he?”
He tipped his head to one side, surely she knew how well she could get to someone using her words. Even he, grudgingly, was impressed, having a battle of wits with her was so much better than with the doormats she hung around with, “Tell me, Granger, for I am incredibly confused..” He paused, obviously picking a new topic, because the previous one was boring. He knew he made people feel less than their worth, it’s something he’d always done and had been taught to do. “..Why do you stay by their sides? Even know you defend him yet he’s the one who’s made you upset. He used to bully you, now, you can’t do the whole: ‘you bully me.’ thing because I don’t claim to be your best mate.”

“No!” She retorted, “I’m sick of you speaking rudely about my friend. I swear, if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll do something about it.” She tipped her head to match his. She knew her wand was in the pocket of her robe. She’d like to see him push her buttons just a little too far, he deserved to be hexed.

“It’s what friends do. I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Malfoy, everyone knows who your friends consist of, and that’s not saying much.” She folded her arms in a defensive, self-comforting manner. “He didn’t upset me. He just… he just chose someone else, I guess.” Why did she even bother? Malfoy would find a way to make her feel worse after admitting such a thing. She was setting herself up for disaster.

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