"If you gave me a fresh carnation,
I would only crush its tender petals."
Draco Malfoy stood at the top of the marble staircase, overlooking the entrance hall of Hogwarts. Standing here he felt like he was above everyone for the first time since last June.
Damn Potter. The last day had been hell, and all for him. Draco's father was out of Azkaban - out - but still Malfoy's reputation was ruined. Even the Slytherins now were antsy hanging around their former king. If any snivelling Gryffindors saw them, the whispers would start, and there really wasn't much the Slytherins could do anymore. Before they'd been bad, but now Potter'd really given reason for the other Houses to rise up against them. And Slytherins seemed to think it was the fault of the students whose parents had been named Death Eaters.
Suddenly, down in the entrance hall, something caught his eye. The girl Weasley was staring up at him, her eyes smouldering with hate. He shot her back a look of poison and she met it for the breifest of seconds, then turned, flipping her hair and laughing cooly to her stupid little friends. Before entering the Great Hall for lunch, each of them glanced at Draco in turn, just to make sure he knew they were talking about him and his 'evil' father. But none of them dared to hold his glance as long as the Weasley. How Draco hated her. She'd been in the battle, that night The Dark Lord was revealed. She'd assisted Draco's ruin too.
The Dark Lord could not even dispose of Potter. At least not with the constant protection of his inept lackeys. Maybe Draco could concentrate on smaller fish than Potter himself.
Just a sort of a prologue. Does it have promise? I'll continue right away if you'd like.