The Dark Lord Harry Potter

"Well well look who it is, just the same old useless bookworm. Why haven't you just dropped out yet Granger? I mean you have no friends, hell no one even likes you here and yet you keep coming back."

The bushy-haired Witch growled from where she sat under a tree, working on an assignment. This had been one of the few places she could find for some peace and quiet and now her personal tormentor had apparently taken it upon himself to ruin this spot too.

"For your information Weasley I do have friends, perhaps you are just too blind to see them." Hermione snapped back, for once defending herself from the bullying and hateful words. She was so tired of the redhead that she almost felt nauseous around him.

"Oh please, we both know that is a huge lie. No one in Gryffindor can stand you, Hufflepuffs don't like you, hell even the nerds in Ravenclaw think you are annoying. I bet you could try and go to Slytherin though, maybe they would pretend to like long enough to find something you are good at."

The way he said it made her skin crawl, the young Granger knew exactly what the boy was implying, and the thought of being used in such a manner by those she didn't care about was beyond horrifying. Subconsciously her hand slipped into her robes, searching for a small piece of cloth that she kept with her at all times, that kept her calm and sane when she had no other alternatives.

Suddenly the redhead began laughing, "Are you playing with yourself at the thought of being turned into a snake whore?"

Before she could answer he moved forward, and yanked her arm, as if to prove himself correct. Instead her small possession flew from her hand and onto the ground nearby while she fell back onto the ground from the lack of balance.

"What the hell is this?"

"G-give that back!"

"Why should I? I figure you owe me something for having ruined my grades last year."

Hermione growled in response, they both knew full well that the only reason the moron was passing was due to her. The commotion, however, seemed to draw the attention of the nearby Gryffindors, who wandered over to see what the excitement was.

"What do you have there Ronnie-poo?" The bookworm fought back the urge to gag at the nickname Lavender Brown had given to her 'boyfriend'.

"Just some stupid piece of silk that Granger carries around, feels smooth though and really silky, weird. Did you steal it from someone Granger? Are you that jealous of Magical society that you need to pick through the garbage just to feel important?"

The others began roaring out in laughter, while Hermione's eyes, and rage, focused in on the redhead and she stood to confront him. "Give. It. Back."

"No, I don't think I will, in fact I think I am going to conduct one of those 'experiments' you always talk about and see how well it burn…"

Hermione Granger saw red, and before she knew it her fist had collided with the prat's face, earning a very satisfying crunch from his nose as he fell backwards, blood spilling everywhere. Meanwhile her concern was elsewhere as she quickly crouched down to pick up the lost object. That is until a Spell hit her in the side, sending her rolling away in pain.

"Don't hit my boyfriend you bitch!"

The other Gryffindors began circling around her, ready to do who knows what before a new voice called out, "Oh my my my this is quite odd, I do so hope you aren't intending on doing anything cruel to miss Granger."

"Pottah!" Ron mumbled out, while holding his nose to try and stem the red liquid still flowing out.

"Indeed, now if you would all kindly step away from her…"

"Mind your own business Potter, you aren't even a Gryffindor so bugger off!" another member of the 'House of the Brave' called out from their group.

Draco laughed from the raven-haired boy's side as the Slytherins began sizing up their competition. "It does sort of look like Granger already kicked your arse Weasel, of course with a face like yours it is probably an improvement to cover it up."

"So bhave Malfoy?!" Ron managed to shout, his speech still impeded by his injury.

"It appears as though little Ron Weasley is calling you out Draco. Of course, considering he required the help of half a dozen others to fend off a girl his own age who didn't even have her wand out can you really blame him? This is probably the most impressive act of bravery he has done since being sorted."

The Gryffindor turned bright red in embarrassment and anger, before drawing his Wand, along with his housemates.

A second later all of them were ripped from the students' hands and flew into the grip of the boy-who-lived.

An eerie silence fell onto the area as the various students belonging to the opposing House gaped in shock at the emerald-eyed boy, "Now surely there is no need for such actions. No reason for you to get hurt after all."

"H-how did you…" Lavender muttered out in shock, her eyes glazing over just a little as they ran over the imposing, and powerful, teen in front of her. Sure, she was dating Ron but that didn't mean she was married to him… and plus there was no rule on looking, she just couldn't touch the not-so-secret crush of pretty much every girl she had ever spoken to at Hogwarts.

"Practice my dear, where all of you are far more concerned with things such as gossip and Quidditch scores I have been focusing on more practical matters. Isn't that right Draco?"

The blonde next to him smirked and nodded.

"Now then…" the boy stepped forward, forcing all the Gryffidors, save Hermione, to edge back away while he walked towards the, still prone, girl. Without so much as a moment of hesitation he promptly picked her up bridal style, and began carrying her back towards Hogwarts, the other Slytherins following along without hesitation.

"If you would like your Wands back they will be with your Head of House, I am sure she will be most interested to hear how you lost them."

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