Title: The Difference Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Rating: R Word Count: 222 Notes/Warnings: Violence.
Draco stared as if mesmerised by the unconscious body in front of him. She had been tortured by his aunt, then beaten and kicked before she was tossed onto the floor and then forgotten for the time being.
He stared at the face of Hermione Granger as he remembered every memory he had of her. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way her hand rose to the air with every question, the way she laughed whenever she was with Potter and Weasley, the proud way she acted, and the slap she had imparted him in third year.
But what really drew his attention was the cut on her forehead. The blood…
Draco stared at the streak of red that crawled over her skin. As if possessed, he leaned forward and rubbed his thumb against the blood. He stared at the colour with widened eyes. All pure-blood children were told that the difference between Mudbloods and those deserving of magic wasn’t the outside but the inside: Mudbloods had black blood.
He rubbed the red between his fingers, his chest constricting with the sudden knowledge that he had been lied to. Then his eyes fell on Granger. She had screamed and begged for mercy. Draco felt sick inside.
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Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Rating: R
Word Count: 222
Notes/Warnings: Violence.
Draco stared as if mesmerised by the unconscious body in front of him. She had been tortured by his aunt, then beaten and kicked before she was tossed onto the floor and then forgotten for the time being.
He stared at the face of Hermione Granger as he remembered every memory he had of her. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way her hand rose to the air with every question, the way she laughed whenever she was with Potter and Weasley, the proud way she acted, and the slap she had imparted him in third year.
But what really drew his attention was the cut on her forehead. The blood…
Draco stared at the streak of red that crawled over her skin. As if possessed, he leaned forward and rubbed his thumb against the blood. He stared at the colour with widened eyes. All pure-blood children were told that the difference between Mudbloods and those deserving of magic wasn’t the outside but the inside: Mudbloods had black blood.
He rubbed the red between his fingers, his chest constricting with the sudden knowledge that he had been lied to. Then his eyes fell on Granger. She had screamed and begged for mercy. Draco felt sick inside.