Cursed | Draco Malfoy

Seven

The next few days were a blur for Hermione Granger, her mind kept trying to process everything that happened in the week. From Umbridge, to pitiful Malfoy, to the war looming over Hogwarts. The magical school was definitely not at its brightest this year.

Ultimately, she thought to the Christmas Eve party the ministry's hosting this Saturday. Every year it was hosted on the seventh floor in Hogwarts, there was even an access to the rooftop where a-lot of people would go to do.. Merlin knows what.

The wildly blizzard falling from the pearl white sky with cold winds and soft snow resting on Hermione's head of curly hair — she gasped when she felt a wet ball of snow hit the back of her coats and jacket.

She whipped around to see Ron and Harry laughing immensely with one another. She ruffled her face, although the witch couldn't possibly have looked intimidating in the moment. From the cold, the tip of her nose had reddened and so had her porcelain skin of her cheeks. Snow fell on her dark eyelashes and with her crimson hat layered on her chestnut curls, it had made her look almost angelic.

Harry's eyes widened in a stoic way, "it wasn't me, Hermione!" He put his gloved hands up as he sprinted away, running towards Oliver Wood and Dean Thomas who stood in a circle with a couple other Gryffindors.

Ron looked back in horror with the eye witness of his friend ditching him, as Hermione let out a wicked laugh.

"You're going to regret that, Ronald." She spoke, before a sly grin re-appearing on her face as she balled a snow-ball into her palm.

With a throw of her arm, she threw the snowball — only for Ron to completely shuffle the other way, leaving the huge, wet snowball to hit a different person on the back.

Hermione gasped as Ron let out a holler of laughter, she inches closer to the person, brown eyes widened — "I'm so sorry," she spoke with pure sincerity.

Just then, the boy had turned around.

There and then, he revealed himself as Draco Malfoy. But this time, the cruel, cunning, Slytherin boy had looked different.

His face had too been reddened from the snow, the top of his nose revealing itself with a small crimson color, his fair eyelashes stood out especially with the pure-white color surrounding the two — snow flakes resting gently atop of them. His plump red lips had been even more red from the cold, and his fair, pale hair flopped carelessly in the cold winds.

It made him look — seraphic.

Which she hated, because under all Malfoy's looks — laid nothing but a boy that held darkness and a void in his heart. Someone that feels no remorse and guilt for anything they have ever done wrong in their life.

"Are you serious, mudblood?" He spat bitterly as he looked at her, then at Ron. "And just what are you laughing for, Weasel? I know I wouldn't be laughing when your family are full of twats and cant even afford to put money on the table for your pathetic life."

Hermione felt her heart sink, how could someone say something so horrible?

Instantly, Ron stopped laughing, his blue eyes filling with rage and an emotion Hermione couldn't really place. In turn, the wizard marched up to Malfoy, trying to step up to him — although it seemed kind of ridiculous from her point of view. Considering Malfoy towered over him.

"You take that back Malfoy! At least I have a family that actually cares for me. Tell me, what has your father given you other than different forms of torture?" The boy exclaimed, Hermione's dark eyebrows rose at Ron's response as she looked incredibly taken back. Ron had never been the kind of guy to lose his temper too quickly, but it mainly was because he was too afraid to stand up for himself. The witch looked at him with a slight smile, she loved seeing Ron being able to speak against people like Malfoy.