"You foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" She rushes toward me, wand to my throat within seconds. Just seeing the fire behind her amber eyes, ignites something deep in my chest. Hermione Granger, the swot, the Mudblood, the one that I shouldn't be drawn to, but just cannot help myself. I want her. So, I taunt her like the childish prat that I am!