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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Not a day had passed, where the two Gryffindors did not want Dumbledore to pull up the image of the seemingly new and improved Hermione Granger. Usually she was either practicing her complicated routines or she was just tagging along with the group of girls to stores to ogle at miscellaneous baubles.
It was easy to see that Granger had changed somewhat while she was in America, but not entirely. Besides from her long hair and newly discovered athletic abilities, she was still the same ‘ol Granger. Her haughty superior attitude never ceased for a moment, which was most likely why she was co-captain of her sector of the team.
The apparent unease when the girl’s conversation started to turn to a bit more naughty topics, informed them all that she was still as pure as the day she left no matter how un-Godly short that skirt was. Oh yes she was still the insufferable know it all bookworm.
Besides, Draco would know, for some reason which he claimed was extreme boredom, led him to conjure the spell each night or anytime he was in his empty common rooms, which was getting to be a lot lately. Another factor he blamed on Potter and Weasley; whatever the point of blame, he would watch her read, talk to other girls, practice alone in the empty meeting hall of the hotel they were staying at that night, or any other thing she happened to be doing.
For the life of him he could not figure out why he watched her, it was already apparent that he hated her existence, but it was as if he had nothing at all better to do. Even the option of playing Quidditch was less appealing when faced with the option of watching the mud-blood.
While he watched her these past few days he started to notice something different in her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But it was like he saw these changes in himself as well, not exactly but close enough. Things seemed to be getting easier for her when she used her magic almost firsthand, as if not using magic was a nuisance.
But what he really started to notice was that annoying American prick that was trying to take his place in her life. His name was Michael, he was her partner when she performed. They might have looked friendly on stage, but he was sure she hated that guy more than him, and that annoyed Draco.
Damn it, it might be pathetic but he was Draco Malfoy the rotten evil bastard that tortured Hermione Granger the Bookworm, not Michael the bloody American who tortured Granger. It was sickening to watch the bastard make fun of the way she spoke, the way she dressed, acted, and the way she rather read instead of hang-out with the girls. Damn it that was his bloody job! He did not want to be replaced in that category, and not being able to do anything about it was beyond annoying.
The only reprieve he really got out of his little addiction of watching the mud-blood was watching Potter and Weasley beg Dumbledore each day to catch glimpses of her. He took pleasure in knowing that he could conjure the spell but Potter-the-supposed-savior could not. Too Bad! It was invigorating to find out things before Potter did, like the little fact that brought the two Gryffindors, himself, and Snape in the Great Hall today.
Today was the day Granger performed the last routine with her group and find out if they win or not and it was also her last night with her friends, because tomorrow for her she will tell her aunt her intentions on coming back to the wizarding world. The vigorous preparation she did each night on her routines and the conversations she had with those over happy girls pieced together the evidence of the final performance.
However, last night he didn’t even notice her go back to her room from her practicing, he became bored hours before and started practicing other spells and doing some work for the upcoming year, he was proud to admit that the image spell never wavered.
He was in the middle of a brilliant paragraph for his essay when he glanced back up to the image to see if it vanished, only to find Granger already ready for bed, standing in front of her mirror whispering something to herself. Quickly he leapt off the couch closer towards the image, seeing proof of how crazy Granger really is, was all he cared about.
“I have to do this….I must…I mean it is not like I have a choice, Dumbledore pretty much told me my life depended on it. Damn this is hard…but I must…for Harry’s and Ron’s sake. I will do it the morning after the championship, and I will go right back to where I belong.” With a weary sigh and a short nod, she turned from the full-length mirror and slid into bed.
With the wave of his hand he let the image vanish, he quickly gathered up his work and walked up the stairs to his private prefect bedroom. As he slipped beneath his fine sheets, he realized he was actually ready to see his archenemy.
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Idly picking at his muffin he glanced up at the image with a disinterested face, hoping by now the image has changed from her darkened room. Even though it was well into the morning for them it was still dark outside and early in America. Since the image was frustratingly the same, he let his eyes sweep lazily across the room. In the corner, he watched the potions professor chat mundanely with the headmaster as they too waited for the mudblood to wake up.
Finally as he brought his line of sight to the last two occupants of the room he saw something he wasn’t quite prepared for. Ignoring the red head scarfing down every bit of food he could possibly get a hold of, he looked past him to see pathetic-Potter staring at the image. He looked back up at the image to see if something changed or if the prat was seeing something he missed, just any sort of proof that told him he was just seeing things.
However the image was still exactly the same since the last time he looked. Granger was just lying there faced down in her pillows sleeping. Dumbledore made it so that all they could see was her shoulders and head. Well, her head of hair that is, even though he remembered it being in a long braid last night, somehow she managed to unbraid it in her sleep so that it was sprawled every which-a-way. Even in her sleep she managed to be the bushy haired Granger.
Looking back to Potter to confirm his theory he was stunned to see it again, hoping that the first time was a fluke. Potter just sat there staring at the mudblood with a strange look in his eye, but a look that was all too recognizable. The boy wonder was irrefutably in love with goody-two-shoe- Granger.
Yeah, jokes were spread all throughout the Slytherin community about the two or three if included the Weasel for good measure, but he never expected the jokes to be true. It was like his eyes finally started working correctly after wandering around in a fog for years. Searching through his memories of Potter and Granger, he could now pick up little signs of Potter’s affection for the wretched girl in sixth year.
So many emotions went through him as the idea of Potter’s infatuation sank into reality. A little bit of joy just for being possibly the first one to catch on, sickness for taking into fact that this was Potter and Granger, and another emotion he was feeling a lot lately. He could feel his senses flare and his powers soar ever so slightly. Looking down at his hand he realized he crushed his muffin.
Shit, he didn’t understand it, odd things like this has been happening to him all the time, and he has yet to pinpoint an exact cause. Brushing the crumbs and muffin chunks off his fingers he looked up to see if anyone noticed his silent-attack. Potter was still staring at the image while Weasel was stuffing his face with his muffins, but as luck would have it both sets of faculty eyes were staring back at him with a knowing look. `Damn them` Sneering at them both he focused his attention on something else, anything to get away from their stares of pity. Dammit he was Draco Malfoy he didn’t need pity.
Thankfully a noise from the image captured everyone’s attention. To the right of Granger’s bed a mechanical clock started to make a piercing noise. Slowly a rather feminine arm snaked out from underneath the giant blue comforter and hit the machine with alarming force. Everyone just watched as the figure continued to lie perfectly still.
Weasley started to snicker with Potter as the figure slowly moved out of the bed. Finally she pulled herself out of the bed and leaned against the wall. Her hair was a mess, hanging to her hip in a giant voluminous puffball. She was wearing some green cotton sleeping pants and a small matching t-shirt the read “cheer”. Sluggishly she shuffled out of her room, where to everyone assumed was the restroom. Three minutes she returned, in a slow pace she started to pick up things and put them into a plastic basket like container.
When she was done shuffling about, she slowly shuffled right back out of the room in the same direction she left last time. Their eyes never left the image for the full ten minutes while she was gone, just as they hoped their diligent waiting proved to be worthwhile when she strolled into her room in a similar outfit as the one she wore last time. This time the small black pleated skirt was trimmed in gold, as was the matching top with the picture of an archer in the kneeling position with his bow taught. Harry could only assume that was the mascot for their team.
Her hair was still immensely long falling right to her hip when let down as it was now. He was transfixed by the way it flowed like a sea of dark gold while she scurried about the room looking for things. Ron whispered to him, that she looked like she did when she had to take Snape’s big test last year. Since he was so kind to actually design her very own test, she stayed up forty-eight hours straight studying and preparing to blow that mans socks off.
Her Hogwarts trunk and a few other suitcases were stacked at the corner of the room full of her things. She was tying up her shoes when her door opened letting in at least ten girls and one guy. The guy Harry swore to hunt down and kill, it was Michael that ass-hole that always made fun of Hermione. Michael was also the bastard that got to touch and hold Hermione almost anywhere and get away with it, but Harry saw each and every one of his hands move over her body in their so called “practice”.
Thankfully he was pretty sure Hermione hated that guy more than Malfoy. But that same feeling of hate was not shared mutually with that git Michael, Harry could easily recognize the infatuation Michael held for Hermione. His hand involuntarily clenched at the thought of that bastard touching her out of his secret affection for her. It was ludicrous dammit, he was the one who was supposed to have feeling for her not some bloody American.
With the speed only cheerleaders could posses each girl grabbed a part of Hermione, at least five girls grabbed handfuls of her long hair and started to brush and style while three more started to do her nails. The girls who weren’t working were sitting on her bed surrounding the one male in the room giggling and talking of the upcoming competition.
Ron was positive he would have given up his right foot just to be that asshole at the moment. To be surrounded by girls with short skirts and to have a reason to grab and fondle their arse, it was simply amazing. `Lucky Bastard!`
An hour later, which Dumbledore was positive not one of the four spectators noticed or cared, the girls finally were about to head out onto the court-like-stage for their final performance. There were one of the last five “districts” left, so far their performances were simply mind blowing to them as well as the sixteen “judges” that sat at a long table in front of the court.
When their cue came the team ran out in unison onto the court taking their designated spot and their familiar stance. Hermione was to their right and second row from the front, her hair was twisted and curled into an intricate ponytail that swayed and flipped perfectly with her movements.
It was easy to see that she and the rest of the team were excited and tired. The four eager spectators couldn’t help but notice the fine sheen of sweat that covered her body, with each movement the light would play of her skin making her glow to the audience.
The music to this particular dance routine wasn’t as fast as their previous ones, it was toned down but still energetic while the teams grace and fluid movements matched the music perfectly. Before they were even through it was already confirmed in the wizard’s minds that they won this round.
Snape could not believe he was sitting on the edge of his seat like this for some know it all bookworm. Shock could hardly describe the emotion he felt when he saw her new look or the “tiny” amount of heart clenching fear he felt when he saw her being tossed about in the air. “ She has changed so much, maybe it was the best this way.”
As expected Hermione’s team walked away with the trophy; everyone’s faces were lit up with joy and excitement over their victory, except for one. It was easy for the Hogwarts attendees to see her apprehension and a touch of sadness through her false smile. The rest of the night went by in a blur, after the team celebrated their victory with an outlandish party they finished the night by giving Hermione a small farewell party. Since all of them were magic users, their words on “advice” on what she should do and say to her aunt before she left wasn’t the least bit shocking.
Not a word was spoken throughout the hall as they watched her wave goodbye to her friends who were driving away from where they dropped her off. Slowly and silently she shuffled through the house to her room, only to be stopped midway by her aunts eager questions over the competition. Hermione’s uncharacteristic dry reply was the only form of answer she could muster towards the lady.
When she was around her aunt it seemed Hermione became a totally different person, and this wasn’t the first time Draco noticed this either. Each and every time Hermione opened her mouth towards the old crone, only dead-end replies came out, none of her over analyzing and spewing of excess information came tumbling out, just dry one sided comments.
She wanted Hermione to be different from her usual magic wielding self and Hermione supplied her wish. Hermione was basically lifeless and damn near subservient to the hag. Mentally shaking himself out of his thoughts he looked up just in time the to catch the old lady saying something to the fact “see isn’t this better than being a freak,” and that’s where it ended or should he say began.
Harry had never seen his precious Hermione so mad before, hell he wasn’t sure if the term mad covered what he was seeing. Before anything happened, he knew what was going to happen and not by using his “inner eye” either. It happened to him every year at the Durseleys, he just prayed she would not put the old hag in the infirmary.
“How dare you call me or my friends freaks!” She took two menacing steps toward the old woman that called herself her aunt. “Those people you call freaks are more of a family towards me than you could ever try to be.” Ignoring her appalled gasp, Hermione continued to back her into a corner, totally oblivious of the objects in the room dancing a dangerous dance in midair.
“Furthermore, my dear aunt I am going right back to the magical world first thing tomorrow morning, so feel free to take your will and shove it.” Completely ignoring her aunt and the flying trinkets the young witch marched up the stairs and into her room slamming the door shut, causing the flying baubles to fall on cue.
With the swish of his wand Dumbledore caused the image to disappear. “Tomorrow miss Granger should arrive around lunch time, I expect everyone to attend.” His knowing eyes settled on the white haired wizard before continued. “You may now be excused, have a pleasant evening.”
Besides the headmaster Draco was the first one to leave the hall going straight for the dormitories. As soon as he entered he raised his wand to initiate the usual spell. But this time he caught his reflection in the windows that were darkened by the night’s sky. What was he doing? How the hell did watching Granger become some sort of sick habit?
Sickened with himself he called for his broom and unlatched the windows. In seconds he was freefalling from the Slytherin tower towards the unyielding earth, seconds before impact with the ground he donned the broom and pulled up in a graceful arc. All summer he forced himself into death defying stunts to improve his reaction timing, he flew top speed after seven decoy snitches while rigorously timing himself to enhance his speed, and everyday he worked on a portion of his body until exhaustion set in. This morning he worked on his arms doing a series of workouts before dawn and the start of his day. It took his mind off his problems and helped him grow out of that scrawny phase he went through.
Whipping around and through the goal post his mind raced from thought to thought, Granger’s arrival tomorrow, his father, his mother, winning house cup from the bloody Gryffindors, and the new discovery of Potter’s emotions towards the mudblood. However, last but not least he was worried about himself and what was happening to him, which caused Dumbledore and Snape to look at him with pity and a tinge of fear, but what scared Draco was that he couldn’t control something he had no idea to what it was.
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Draco was in the middle of a discussion with Snape when the Headmaster walked into the Great Hall flanked by Weasel and Boy wonder. Without even looking he was positive Snape shared his same disrespectful eye movement.
“What a pair of idiots!” Draco mumbled, as the smug Gryffindor’s passed him.
The Headmaster stopped at their table, and took out his wand. Standing up with the potions professor, Draco edged minutely as possible towards the semi circle he was expected to join and reluctantly took his position.
“Each of you please take out your wands,” waiting for his command to be heeded he continued, “ in precisely five minutes Miss Granger should be ready to depart. On my command I would like you to repeat after me "Portandum". Please focus on bringing her here in the up most care.”
Each wizard pointed their wands towards the center of their semi-circle and waited for the cue.
“Why she couldn’t take the train is beyond me, instead of aparating all the way across the world.” Draco muttered during the short wait.
“Stuff it Malfoy!” Potter’s words went completely ignored by the Slytherin, which enraged the Gryffindor even more.
“Now!” As soon as the words escaped the older wizard’s lips, everyone simultaneously chanted the incantation.
A crackle of lightning zapped inside the circle, while smoke poured out of each wand forming a portal of sorts. For a second doubt passed through each wizard, but worry soon replaced it when the smoke and lightning disappeared revealing nothing.
“What the hell happened…” Draco’s confusion was cut short by a melodic voice behind the group.
“It would appear when headmaster Dumbledore told me to picture arriving in the center of the room I was a little off.” Her sheepish smile did nothing to take away each wizard’s inward reaction of her as they turned to see her. There she was standing in the middle of the room wearing a pair of cotton pants and a small tank top with a zip up hoodie, surrounded by her luggage.
“Mione!” Harry and Ron didn’t give her a chance to move before the bum-rushed her with fierce hugs; hugs she returned with equal zest. Detaching herself from her tall friends she gave the headmaster a big hug, leaving him and the two Slytherins surprised at her action.
It was easy to see she was happy to be back. Happiness however couldn’t quite describe the emotion she felt for seeing her best friends and the man that made it possible for her to return. As she turned around she noticed that even the Potion’s professor was there as well, stoic and quiet as ever.
“Hello Professor Snape, thanks for the help back, I am so glad to see you.” Her big smile totally caught him off guard, not that he showed it, but he could tell that smile was for real. Poor child her summer with that deranged muggle must have been hell for her to actually be happy to see him.
As she was turning back towards Harry and Ron she finally noticed the fifth wizard. His white hair and tall form stopped her mind at once. Gone was the pointed face, scrawny, blonde haired Malfoy. No, something must have had happened to him because the man that stood before her was totally different.
Standing with his arms crossed and feet apart he stood there like a force to be reckoned with. Everything was different about him, not just some things; the first noticeable drastic difference was his hair. His hair was completely white, not the usual bleach blonde color but a platinum white; it wasn’t like Dumbledore’s either; it was if this was his natural healthy color. She honestly wasn’t even aware that hair could grow white like that, blonde yes but not platinum. He wore his white locks to his shoulders, his hair was so thick and full that the shagginess worked super well on him making it look cut that way.
Actually everything about him wasn’t quite normal, the way his once scrawny body now stood before her imposing while dangerously captivating and the way his whole presence seemed to emit power and authority. She could easily see the strength in his folded arms while his chest looked hard and defined underneath the soft fabric of his sweater.
Somehow she knew he wasn’t normal, maybe at one time he was but not now, not any more. However, what startled her the most was the brewing storm that was watching her, the storm that realized she knew something no one else knew; with a simple blink of his eyes she tore her gaze from the raging storm and turned her back to him. Ignoring the fast beating of her heart she joined her friends, secretly hoping that she would never have to face the storm again.
His keen gray eyes watched her as she hurried away from his gaze to her friends, he watched her as her senses started to catch on, she knew.
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After hours of immense explaining to as why she didn’t tell Harry and Ron about her aunt and the events that took place during the summer, she was finally released to go to bed. Climbing into bed she smiled, she was just so amazed at how handsome her to best mates have gotten over the summer. They were both very tall, Harry was shorter than Ron just by inches but it was hardly noticeable since she only reached both of their chest.
There wasn’t a doubt in her head that told her she was not going to have to start beating the girls off of them with her wand in order to get to class in a timely manner. Especially since both boys seemed to be a lot more bulkier thanks to quidditch, however it wasn’t that drastic of a change compared to a certain white haired wizard.
Harry and Ron’s muscles seemed to have stretched themselves evenly throughout their tall person giving them that lean athletic look; however, Malfoy seemed to be a lot more powerful looking. He was lean but not like Harry and Ron, when she saw him this morning he was wearing a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and just with a glance she could see the cords of muscles flex through his forearms.
She hated to think it but she couldn’t help it, he did take her breath away. But then again it wasn’t good thing either, every year she could always remember being ready and confident that if he ever initiated a duel she could best him. However, the feeling wasn’t there anymore, snuggling deeper into her covers she felt herself shiver involuntarily, Malfoy scared her now. The raging storm in his eyes and this odd transformation into unassailable beast of a man honestly frightened her, she hoped and prayed she never have to go near him again.
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Harry looked up from his glass of orange juice and the scene of Ron stuffing his face to catch the sight of Hermione entering the hall. He knew he was being utterly pathetic but he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous Hermione was: the way she carried herself with a self assured attitude and the way she made a pair of simple faded blue jeans and a t-shirt look so good. Those were the few things that made Hermione stand out to him; she just wasn’t like the other girls.
Other girls would spend an extra hour doing their hair and makeup just to make sure they looked perfect; but the girl standing in front of him with her hair loosely braided allowing her bangs and other tendrils of hair to frame her face in a haphazard fashion was not one of those girls.
“Good morning ‘Mione, sleep well?” Surprisingly Ron stopped stuffing his face long enough to say something.
“Yeah, that had to be the best nights sleep I got all summer!” As she took her seat across from Ron and beside Harry her eyes unconsciously traveled down the table to see the lone Slytherin casually sipping his coffee while reading the paper.
It was insane she knew it but for some reason he held the strength and grace of a panther all the while, she was a hundred percent positive if she were to throw something at him he would be ready if not catch it. Later she must ask Harry if he knew anything as to why Malfoy was here during his summer vacation.
“Hey Mione my family is coming back next week Harry and I thought it would be great to go hang out with them until school starts, how about it?” he was giving her his infamous Ron pout that drove all the girls crazy except for her of course.
“No but thank you I plan to spend this last few weeks with my parents I just dropped by the school because Dumbledore asked me to.” his face crumpled at her answer which made her laugh even harder, he was going to have to learn the Ron puppy pout was not going to work on her.
After they finished eating they decided to go play some quidditch, actually Ron and Harry decided to play while she watched from the stands. She never did really get into quidditch that much, it seemed pretty pointless to her but whenever she even attempted to voice her opinion she nearly got herself stoned to death by anybody listening for such blasphemous words. As they all walked side by side toward the field she noticed Ron staring at her with a goofy expression the entire time.
“Ron what is it why do you keep staring at me like that?” she stopped and put her hands on her hips waiting for him to respond. She really hated being stared at, it was plain rude.
“Oh nothing Mione I forgot your little paranoid about being stared at. But I keep seeing you prancing around with those other girls and doing all those flips and things its still hard to believe it you know, I just never pegged you for the athletic type.”
Groaning in frustration she tried not to yell at him, be she was positive a rock could hold fleas better than he could hold a thought. “I told you Ron that I had to become a cheerleader so that I could stay connected with the magical world while I stayed with that dreadful woman.”
“I know I know I guess I was also thinking of how short you are standing between Harry and I, but I just thought we were tall this whole time. But now that I think about it when you were standing with all those other girls you seemed to be the shortest one. What are you 5’1?”
She couldn’t even dignify that with a response before Harry joined in. “Yeah Hermione, Ron’s right you are rather small, no wonder you could be tossed in the air so easily!” soon as the words escaped his mouth both of their eyes lit up. She didn’t like it one bit, this was the look they got when they were going to do something extremely stupid.
“I bet you Ron that we could toss her in the air with little to no effort.” Harry’s eyes were now dancing with mischief while Ron’s were oozing.
“Oh yeah Harry, I bet you're right, lets try it!”
They were crazy, they acted as if she was just going to jump in their arms and agree.
“Just one minute guys, you can’t do that you both have no idea what you are doing.” All the while her eyes darted from one to the other and the school, which happened to still be in sprinting range.
As she slowly backed away from her psychotic friends, who were steadily getting closer, she tried to reason with them, “you both are acting crazy there is no way am I letting you risk my neck just so you can test out a hunch.”
As they were getting closer Harry tried to grab her arm, but thankfully she was already taking small steps back when they got that crazy gleam in their eyes giving her the opportunity to jump back quicker and out of his reach.
“Harry!” she yelled at him but it only seemed to make him laugh and try to get a hold of her all the more, while Ron did the same. She wasn’t smiling though; she really didn’t want to get tossed in the air by these two. Besides she hated heights, the only reason why she agreed to it for the team was so that she could stay connected to the magical society and as much as she loathed admitting it Michael would always catch her.
Protesting for them to stop and trying to keep her eyes on their quick quidditch hands she never realized where she was backing into though it didn’t stay a mystery for long. Her back collided with a hard unyielding obstacle causing her to fall forward, thankfully Harry was there in time to catch her before she hit the ground.
“Granger in case you have not realized this yet, it is ideal to face the direction you're walking in if you plan on going somewhere.” The sneer in that could be heard in the drawl that was oh so familiar, however she must admit the depth of his voice shocked the hell out of her making her senses think twice about who the owner really was.
However, the snide remark brought her senses at bay, turning she stood face to face with Malfoy. He was leaning casually on his broom as his eyes stared unrelenting into hers.
“Why Malfoy thank you for that little lesson in walking,” she could have stopped then and there but something was telling her to push the limits, hell he started it anyways. “you know if you weren’t here right now I would have sorely missed your little explanation. Thankfully you are such a rotten bastard you were forced to stay here for the summer, thus involuntarily getting a chance to give me that speech. Thanks again Malfoy!”
Everything absolutely everything about the bitch sickened him: the way she talked down to everyone with her haughty attitude, her muggle infested blood, her highly insufferable knack for besting everyone in grade scores, but mostly her mere presence infuriated him.
He had know idea when he drew his wand but he did know it was in his hand just by a few key factors: the fact that Potter and Weasley had their wands out directed towards him, that Granger was standing in the perfect dueling pose with hers, or the simple truth that he could feel his power crackling through his person and into his wand.
Something was amiss, she couldn’t put her finger on it, she was feeling a little giddy. Although she had no reason to be, she was engaging in a duel on school grounds that should squash any emotions of pleasure. But she just couldn’t, the feel of her power rolling off of her was so intense it was making it a damn nuisance to keep that blasted wand up, when the powerful feeling to cast it aside was gnawing at her mind.

Letting his eyes wander minutely he could see Potter and Weasley trying to get to them both but something was stopping them. White and black swirls of wind, or was that magic, were pushing the two Gryffindors back. `Good this was between Granger and himself, not them. It was time to put that bitch in her place once and for all.`
“You're going to learn your place today you mudblood bitch!” his voice seemed to get deeper with each syllable and echo if it were possible since they were outside in the open. Pointing his wand towards her he yelled his first spell, “La tempesta di guerra! (storm of war!)” A tornado released from his wand, it went straight towards her. He knew the spell would not kill her but it would definitely do some damage, for the tornado was filled with knife like bolts that would rip and tear giving the victim thousands of flesh wounds.
As soon as she heard the “m” word she launched her spell, pointing her wand at him she yelled, “Bjelke av redemption! (Beam of Redemption!)” Her spell was not to cause death but a paralyzing agony that took a toll on the body and mind as well.
Harry and Ron watched as the two spells collided causing a massive power wave, sending both castors sliding back, surprisingly though they held their ground. But the same could not be said for them, they both went hurling into the air. Just as they were to hit the ground they stopped, squinting through the magic storm they could make out two figures. The Headmaster and Snape both were pointing their wands at them easing them to the ground.
Soon as his feet touched the ground Harry ran to the Headmaster. “You have to stop him, he is going to kill her!” he yelled over the storm. But neither teacher said a word, they just stared at the two dueling students calmly as if waiting, while their robes blew violently around them. If they weren’t going to stop them he was dammit, as soon as he turned he felt the hands of both Snape and Dumbledore on his shoulders.
“Potter do not interfere!” Snape yelled as he turned back to the chaotic scene.
`This wand is holding me back dammit!` without even sparing it a glance he threw the wand into the swirling winds. Turning back he faced her, surprisingly he watched her do the same with her wand. Simultaneously they stepped closer to one another, taking up a different dueling position a position that felt ancient, foreign, but so very right.

Albus could barely squash the feeling of awe as he watched the students extend the hands and force the magic through different areas of their body. He listened as each spoke a different language as they chanted an unknown spell. What was going to happen next would change both of their lives forever.
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