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He had this habit of staring at her and sometimes Hermione felt like he could see right through her. She would catch him sometimes, in classes, in the corridors, staring at her, watching her. He would sneer and his eyes would flick away most of the time, but sometimes… they would stay.
"I guess we finally found out what you really are, Hermione," he spat her name out like it was rotten. "Nothing but a Mudblood whore who likes sucking Pureblood cock."
"Get out," she repeated. "Of my Library, of my life, of everything."
He leaned in slightly, eyes cold and hard like iron. "Gladly. Fucking used you up anyways."
"So his hand just broke itself then," Hermione countered.
Malfoy dropped his gaze to the dark floor between them. "Shouldn't have touched you," he mumbled.