"YOU STUPID MUDBLOOD!" Draco screamed. "How dare bạn 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. bạn decided to accept it, bạn 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 bạn HATE ME, hoặc MY STATUS! BUT bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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, bạn 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 bạn 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? hiển thị me the AUTHORITY I deserve? tình yêu it. Do it thêm often. bạn 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 thêm thing," He đã đưa ý kiến as sincerely has possible.
She didn't turn around but replied, "Yes Malfoy?"
He sneered. "How DO bạn get your hair like Crabbe's armpit hair? Do bạn ever trim it? hoặc 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 tường tiếp theo to him.
"Oh Granger, dear naughty Granger. Tsk, tsk. bạn don't REALLY want to kill me? hoặc do you?" He asked politely, eyes glimmering with hate.
"Yes." She đã đưa ý kiến smiling.
Enjoy children!!!
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. bạn decided to accept it, bạn 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 bạn HATE ME, hoặc MY STATUS! BUT bạn 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 đã đưa ý kiến 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, bạn 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 bạn 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? hiển thị me the AUTHORITY I deserve? tình yêu it. Do it thêm often. bạn 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 thêm thing," He đã đưa ý kiến as sincerely has possible.
She didn't turn around but replied, "Yes Malfoy?"
He sneered. "How DO bạn get your hair like Crabbe's armpit hair? Do bạn ever trim it? hoặc 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 tường tiếp theo to him.
"Oh Granger, dear naughty Granger. Tsk, tsk. bạn don't REALLY want to kill me? hoặc do you?" He asked politely, eyes glimmering with hate.
"Yes." She đã đưa ý kiến smiling.
Enjoy children!!!
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Playground schoolbell rings, again
Rainclouds come to play, again
Has no one told bạn she's not breathing ?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving bạn someone to talk to...Hello...
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
Don't try to fix me
I'm not broken
Hello, I'm the lie living for bạn so bạn can hide...
*Don't cry...*
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
Hello, I'm still here, all that's left
Of yesterday...
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We rode on ngựa made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot bạn down
Bang bang, bạn hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot bạn down.
âm nhạc played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.
Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...