Draco was walking in the halls of Hogwarts, angry. He was angry about everything, especially anything regarding Harry Potter. The boy who lived. He wasn't anything special. Any idiot could fly a broom, and that idiot could easily catch a snitch if he had a broom as advantageous as the one he had. Plus, he has annoying friends too like Hermione, that mudblood. How can a mudblood be smarter than him? He was sure she must've been cheating or something. Plus, she has the galls to hit him. A mudblood, of all people, had touched him- a pureblood!
Draco was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw Hermione walking out of a classroom walking to her next class. Draco growled. He really wanted to get her back.
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