GREY REDEMPTION
Prologue
Draco Malfoy
He hated her and everything about her from the very moment he laid eyes on the bushy-haired girl. He hated her more than his father, his mother, his life. She was everything he was told to detest. Even at a young age he knew what type of person she was. She was “The Princess of All Mudbloods Everywhere” as she was dubbed by the Slytherin House, along with her precious, pathetic friends, “The Boy Who Wouldn’t Die” and “The Weasel King.” He always hated St. Potter, the wonderful, perfect St. Potter with all his glory and fame, everyone fawning over him and following him like a love-sick fan club; it disgusted him. St. Potter who the Headmaster and teachers favored, St. Potter who was excused from breaking every rule in Hogwarts without any hint of punishment, St. Potter who was allowed to join the quittage team even though he was too young, the list of hates could continue boundlessly. Ronald Weasely, the dunsbucket pureblood traitor. What scum! How dare a kinsman of purebloods associate himself with people like them! And his family, there was nothing savory to say in regards to breeders of more traitors. It was retching the way he followed about Harry Potter, like a mindless follower. But her, he hated her for a very, very different reason. Apart from the fact she was also a friend of Scarface and Weasel bee, who were the very quintessence of a Gryffindor, which was in his opinion, the traits of blind bravery and stupidity, for the weasel it was more the latter. The third member of the Golden Trio was not a Gryffindor in the least in his opinion, but then again Longbottom wasn’t either in his book. She did not seem brave, buried in some book experiencing the world through dry pages than to the real world. Afraid of doing wrong, of failure. She was small and slightly frail looking, hardly an attribute of the lion, and far d too know-it-all-ish to be a proper Gryffindor. She was conservative, bossy, weak, and most important of all she was a filthy Mudblood of great proportions. There was certainly no doubt in the entire universe this statement had no fault: Draco Malfoy hated that Hermione Granger.
Prologue
Hermione Granger
She hated him with all her heart. She never really ever hated anyone, she was the small, smart, polite little girl with long brown, bushy hair and a chipmunk smile her mother deemed adorable. But this was different. It was something about him, small traits that somehow immediately roused her dislike. She recalled approaching the gleaming Hogwarts express with a feeling of breathless wonder that there was something beyond her small life and its meaning something indescribable, unimaginable, magical. And she was a part of this wonderful, amazing world. She was chosen to be something great. Here this little figure standing on platform 93/4 was thinking this intellectual thought feeling infinitely fortunate when she spotted him. His face, his hair, his clothes, his eyes, she did not know why but somehow arose discomfort, animosity. She tried to discover why this instant adversity toward this boy had begun. She examined him, staring at this startlingly blonde boy. He was lazily leaning on the wall opposite of the train, carelessly dropping his trunk on the ground as if the prospect of attending Hogwarts did not slightly faze him, but perhaps even bore him. He folded his long arms hotly and watched with cold eyes people from the platform looking them up and down as all these fellow humans were lower class to him. The boy upon closer inspection also sported a fierce sneer which was even more tormenting and frustrating to her. The blonde boy suddenly caught sight off Hermione; his sneer grew wider and nastier, if possible. He looked her up and down like the rest of the people he watched, it was slightly unnerving as if he was scanning her like an object, soaking in her appearance. When he was finished the blonde sneering boy turned a final sneer and stalked off with his nose superiorly in the air, she hoped not all magic people were like the sneering boy on the platform. Either way she was here to learn as much as she could about the magical world, she had been invited into. The girl did find friends, and even some of them found her. On that day she embarked on a dangerous adventure which turned out to be her life.
One thing could be certain: Hermione Granger hated that Draco Malfoy.
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