All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Seven

Hermione's POV

I gaped at him. Surely, he wasn't the guy I met back on the train, who let me in his room, who spoke with me and invited anything and everything he had back there, let me lay down in his bed and sleep on there. He wasn't the guy I thought he was.

His smirk came back. Those devilish eyes, his face contoured with a demon summoning inside of him. Then, his words like black and forbidden magic hit me.

"You filthy, little mudblood".

I had my tears slowly spilling out. I didn't care if I looked pathetic in front of him. Ron stood up in front of me and raised his broken wand, fixed with his scotch tape to keep the poor thing in one piece. "You'll pay for that, Malfoy. Eat slugs!", he shouted as he cast a spell to him. The green light flashed back to Ron and the force pushed him back further. Malfoy and the other Quidditch members laughed at him. I looked for his face f there was anything at all that's left of the Malfoy I liked for one bit. But it was impossible, something that comes once in a lifetime. That was his side that  liked too much. 

Surely, he dislikes me too much.

Draco's POV

After we witnessed Weasley taken aback by his own spell, he started puking slugs. That was a sight I did not want to see. But then again, that statement was my fourth little lie. It was Hermione's weeping face that I did not want to see. And to make it worse, I was the reason for her sadness. For her tears to spill like that. 

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I stomped my way to my own room. I banged the door, closing it quickly. I threw everything I see: pillows, blankets, drapes, papers which were probably my homework due tomorrow, the lamp beside me. I didn't care for one bit. I raged to my anger. I let it all out. I huffed and grunted, sitting on the edge of the bed. Placing both my hands to hide my face in its spot, I screamed in frustration. 

I whispered, "Why did I call her a mudblood? Was I this sick of a person that's why she couldn't even talk to me?". I lay my upper self on the bed, letting my feet dangling on the sides of the bed. 

Surely, she'll hate me now.