Oppugno
Draco’s footsteps echoed down the halls. It figured that bloody Gryffindor would win the match. He punched the wall, then yelped with pain, nursing his fist. Father’s right. I’m such an idiot, Draco thought to himself.
He heard sobbing: female sobbing, from the sound pitch. Peering around the corner, he saw none other than Hermione.
Hiding his red and throbbing hand behind his back, Draco stepped out to confront her. “Weasel make you cry, Granger? Maybe for once I should help him.” A sinister smile spread across his face.
“Leave me alone!” Hermione choked, shakily taking out her wand. Her pace sped up.
Heatedly gritting his teeth, Draco grabbed her arm. “Oh no, you don’t, Mudblood.” His grip was hard and would probably make red marks on her skin.
Hermione attempted to wrench her arm from his grasp. “Don’t…don’t make me do it again!” She cried, stifling on her tears.
“What, exactly?” Draco asked, bending closer. He could count the freckles that sprinkled her nose.
“This.” She steadied her wand. Her confident air had somewhat returned. “Oppugno!”
All Draco saw was a nasty flock of yellow birds coming at him, jabbing his face. When they finally cleared, Hermione was gone.
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