His Hidden Side - Draco Malfoy

6- Muggle

The next day before breakfast, I updated Hermione about my tour.

"I'm surprised he even bothered to show up, that foul cockroach, it's normally people that do things for him, giving him everything on a silver platter."

"Is it because of his family? Why are they so well known?"

"The Malfoys are pure blooded, only descending from witches and wizards. They like to consider themselves as the higher class."

If purebloods are the top class, then a "mudblood" like me is probably at the bottom. My insides twist uncomfortably.

"Hermione? What's a... mudblood?"

She pauses while a wave of sadness washes over her pale face. "It's a... wickedly offensive way to call someone who comes from an all muggle family. Someone people believe that we have dirty blood that ruins the pure blood society."

"Are you a...?"

She's nods sadly.

"But my parents are..." I pause. 'Are' is not accurate, my father's dead and my mother has renounced magic completely. "Uh they were both magical... Why does Draco call me a mudblood..?"

"Perhaps he's just as ignorant as always. Just don't mind him."

'Don't mind him' she says. How can I not mind him? When he's sitting at the table next to us and he speaks such vile things.

One glance at him, and you can see the pride in his eyes, the rude words waiting to slash out from his mouth, his eyebrows soaring up after seeing disgust.

"Lily, unclench your hand before you'll dig through your flesh."

I look away from the blond monstrosity and look at my tightly clench hand. I open it up to four see crescent moon dents on my palm.

I try to change my thoughts. I focus on sipping my lukewarm berry tea while chatting with my friend.

An eruption of laughter escapes from Draco's Table, startling me. My tea sways and splashes against the cup's edges. I set the cup down before everything overspills.

"That bloody Ravenclaw got what she deserved!"

"Her fault for acting so looney! She damages our school's reputation. She should've stayed with her pathetic excuse of a father back in her hut."

"I agree Draco. She doesn't belong here, most of these mudbloods don't."

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My mind flashes to a time back in my old non-magical school. I sat in a small toilet cubical in the ladies bathroom, clutching my wet books, whilst I roughly tried to dry them with a piece of crumpled paper. No matter how much I dried them, fresh tears reversed my work. The noise of the bangs on the doors were drawing closer.

They - Mark and Alex - were looking for me after volleyball practise. Ready to attack the "shy, weird, magical girl".
Apparently when I volleyed the ball, I purposely hit one of their heads. That obviously wasn't true. I volleyed it normally but somehow the ball changed direction mid-flight and landed roughly on Mark's head. I didn't understand how back then, but now, it all makes sense...

"You don't belong here you freak!" They shout just before they kick open the door.

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