"Fine," Draco accepted, " invite every pure-blood witch in the lands and let there be a bloody ball," he growled and stood. Throwing his napkin down then marching out of the room. Not knowing he would come to love someone he was supposed to hate. AU (muggle born Hermione, pure-blood Draco)

"Run Granger," he hissed, his voice dripping with venom and promise. She listened, for once, and high tailed it out of the potions room and back to her dorm. Her lips still bruised and tender as she fell into her bed.