Cruelty IS indeed faulty. [A Dramione Love Story]

Cruelty IS indeed faulty. [A Dramione Love Story]

Sorry for taking this off, guys. :c I have it back on and I might add more.

Chapter 1

First

It was the first class of the day that Draco saw the Gryffindors. They were all wearing the Gryffindor attire, as the rest of them sported their own house. Hermione was wearing a skirt today, Neville a vest, and Seamus a tie that was too short. They all had sweaters on, which was a bit odd. It wasn't until Draco was sitting in Charms class did he hear why they were all wearing the sweaters as Blaise Zabini takes his seat next to the Malfoy heir.

"Ginny and I made a bet, you see..." Hermione started, her chair swiveled around so she could face Neville and Seamus as she folded her hands and rested them on her knees, her legs crossed.
"And, it was a bet whether Parkinson would come back to school. I bet she wouldn't, but should, Ginny bet she would. So, I lost, naturally, and so the lot of us have to wear winter sweaters at the end of summer and in the beginning of fall." Hermione smiled weakly, a feeble attempt to lighten the mood she created.

"Oh, look, Granger's finally loosening up." Draco sneered, leaning his chair back so that his weight and the chairs weight combined were relying on the back legs of the chair. Blaise chuckled besides Draco, his eyes cold as he sneered at the muggle-born girl. Hermione glared at Draco.

"At least I didn't have to smuggle myself to the right side as the Dark Lord vanished, Malfoy. And if you're forgetting, it was my friends and I who saved your sorry butt countless times during the battle, so the least you could do was show some respect. I mean, it's not that hard, really." Draco rolled his eyes, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture. And muttered something under his breath.

Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"What did you say, Malfoy?" Her voice was stiff as she scowled at the blonde.

"I said to go snog Weasel, seeing as that's all he's apparently good for, just ask Brown." Draco smirked, knowing that Hermione's fellow roommate was a sore spot for her. Hermione huffed, crossing her arms and turns her chair back so that she was facing the front, her face flushed with anger.

Daphne Greengrass came into the room then, gazing around at the spots. No way was she sitting with Draco and Blaise, Seamus and Neville, or Pansy and Theodore. Daphne sighed and shifted her books into her left arm and walked slowly and reluctantly towards Hermione's table and sat on the left side. She set her books on the desk and her elbow rested itself upon the wood, her palm going up to her cheek as she rested her head on her hand, sighing inwardly at being stuck with Hermione.

"...hopefully you don't make anything explode this time, Seamus.." Came Neville's voice from behind Hermione and Daphne. Hermione sat up straighter as Professor Flitwick came in, when a note fluttered in front of Hermione and landed on the desk. Hermione looked around the room frantically, and her eyes met the cold grey-blue of Draco's, who was smirking.
He mouthed.
Read it, Granger.

Hermione hesitated, her fingers holding the paper gingerly, before she started to unfold the paper and read it.

'No Potter or Weaselbee to save you now, Granger, you're on your own, with two little cubs to guard against the big, mean basilisks. Better run to your little cave before feasting time, 'else your little cubs might come home crying and bruised up'.

Hermione frowned slightly, knowing he meant Neville and Seamus, and she stuck the note in her pocket as evidence and looked to Malfoy, and her eyes got the message across to him:

He needs to practice upon his threats.

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