The school grounds were gorgeous that day, nothing but sun and a cool breeze in between the trees. Near the lake, Hermione Granger lay studying for a potions exam while the rest of the sixth years were relaxing; she had spent three hours watching Harry and Ron practice with the team, with only Lavender for company. After the first two hours of high pitched giggling and affections for "WonnyWon", Hermione had tried sixteen different ways to excuse herself. Finally, she just left. She could be bothered to spend her time pretending to be interested in Quidditch, but not when "LavyBoo" was her only company. Instead she memorized the affects of shredded boomslang skin on wizards of different blood race.

"Have your boyfriends finally dumped your bushy head for something worth looking at Granger?" Draco Malfoy laughed as he nudged his two oafs, who promptly started to snort.

"Malfoy, why would you come to bother me? Out of whores to shag, or is it because they've all realized how infected you are?" Hermione returned, never once looking away from her notes.

"Oh they're all waiting for me, I'm just not interested in them." Draco smiled, concealing his discomfort. He lowered himself to eye level, just as Hermione pulled out her wand. "It's just that, hmm.. how do I put it? There's this bitch, and though her blood is dirtier than dragon dung," his voice lowered to that of a whisper, "I want to hear her screaming my name while I pound into her and all her Gryffindork buddies watch."

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized who he was talking about, and a blush crept up her neck. Indignation written all over her, quickly she ran to her dorms as Malfoy's laughs and his cronies snorts rang through her ears.

-flashback:

"Here's yours. Take your time. You're not done until I see her dirtyblood."

An 11 year old Draco caught the arm of a Mudblood, and dragged her to his chambers. Locking the door, he smiled sadly, and said one simple thing; "I'm so very sorry". Taking his wand, he traced the tip on the inside of her exposed thighs, causing burn marks to appear. He continued, making patters over her body, and then switching spells so the girl's skin would turn black and blue. He traced his wand around her eye, admiring the black eye. She looked at him in puzzlement, and looked for permission to speak. "Why are you sparing me the pain and giving me the marks?" "Because ... I don't know. Just shut up and scream." He spent the next few hours sitting on his bed, trying to read a novel while the captured girl sat near the door and tried screaming convincingly enough.

-end flashback

At three in the morning, Draco sat contemplating in the almost deserted common room. "DrakeePoo, wont you take a walk with me?" Pansy tried, for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Although obviously exhausted from the day, she had been trying to wriggle her way into his heart via his pants for the last four hours. Amusing at times, but right now it was just grating on his nerves. "No Pansy. Please, go to sleep." Civil, but to the point. She giggled happily and he felt her hands creep up his thigh, realizing she mistook his words as concern for her health. Draco shuddered, standing up abruptly and making his escape. As he turned he caught the eye of Daphne Greengrass, smirking in knowing amusement. He glared and turned his back on her towards a full sized mirror.

While it appeared that he was obsessively admiring his looks, in reality he begged his reflection to show him a sign of some sort. After another ten minutes, he gave up, and lugged himself to his bedroom. The last of his words fell on sleeping ears; "Malfoy, you twerp, how're you ever going to get a girl like that?" His eyes fluttered closed.