MUDBLOOD SLYTHERIN.
SIDE NOTE: This is my first ever fan fiction and I really hope you like it! Comments and (Constructive) Criticism needed! I understand you may not ship Dramione, but please don't hate. Oh btw i'll be editing till it's finished as often as possible ^-^
My life is over.. The second I heard the dreaded word "Slytherin" I knew I was doomed. I was a social outcast, a mudblood in Slytherin? I'll be lucky if I last three days! Just freaking wonderful, I'll be the laughing stock of the year. Even worse, I have to share a dorm with Millicent Bullstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Jeanette Crashaw, and Velma Trot. How am I in Slytherin? I should be in Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff, Anything but Slytherin! I need a book. Gagh, My books are in my trunk! If I could just slip in the dorm un-noticed I should be fine.
I rushed into my dorm un-noticed, grabbed a book, and snuck out un-noticed. I almost made it out of the Common Room un-noticed when I saw a flash of Metallic blonde and a group of girls. "What in the world-" I muttered out loud. "It's Draco Malfoy," A tall brunette sneered. "Oh," I blushed. She looked at me with pity and disgust and turned away toward a group of friends. I did the same thing, only I didn't give her a dirty look and I didn't walk towards a group of friends, (Not only because I didn't have any, but because I had more important things on mind.) I dashed out the common room and headed towards a place of Solitude.
"A flight of stairs, perfect," I thought. I quickly climbed the stairs and entered the first door I saw. "What room is this," I mumbled out loud, once again. "The Astronomy Tower," a smooth voice replied. "H-hello, who's there," I stammered. Suddenly a figure with a head of metallic blonde hair appeared. "Draco Malfoy, and who are you," He sneered. "Asdfgjkl," I mumbled. "Speak up!" He demanded. "Hermione Granger," I stammered a little to loudly. "Ah, The little mud-blood," He said taking a step forward. "I need to get out of here fast," I thought. He took another step forward, we were barely inches apart. Then, He caressed my face, "To bad your a mud-blood," your actually kind of cute," He whispered. Then, He walked away.
