First chapter, I know it's really, really short but let me know what you think about the ideas behind it etc and I will continue the story. Hope you guys like it, please R and R :-)
Trademark cocksure swagger, check. Arrogant smirk, check. Now for a swish of the gleaming blond hair, my God, I am fit. The female population of Hogwarts never knew what hit them when Draco Malfoy came to town. Lucky bitches.
I love it when I strut down the corridor accompanied by the whisper of female sighs. The sound of complete and utter adoration. As well it should be, I mean, look at me, aforementioned blond hair, palest blue eyes, aristocratic demeanour, perfect body... Hmm. Interesting, nice looking brunette. The moment when they look up, the surprise and absolute wonder glowing in their eyes is priceless.
"Hey," The trick is to breathe into the ear, shoulder lightly brushing hers, eyes locking. They seem to think this means you can see something special about them. Like fuck, she's fit and I'm bored. This is purely amusement.
"Hi," I wish they wouldn't giggle so much; it grates after a while until you just want to hit them. This one is going bright red from the neck upwards, little slut, the stain of lust. Then again, I can't exactly blame her. Potions can wait; I have more pressing (quite literally in this case) matters to attend too.
I think there's an empty classroom up near the Astrology Tower...
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Blaise watched wearily as his friend sauntered off without a backwards glance, a fawning girl clinging desperately to his arm. The worst thing was, this wasn't even frowned upon. Instead every single girl in the dining hall was staring enviously after her; as were some of the boys. He sat down; setting the plate he had got for Malfoy beside him and proceeded to eat alone, elbows tucked in and head down.
He disliked the majority of the Slytherins, loud, coarse and above all mindless, but Malfoy and he had been friends since primary school, and the habit was too far ingrained in his mind to be removed. He could swear, drink and even make the jokes like the best of them, but he grew tired of the constant insincerity of the group he and Malfoy hung around with.
Glancing quickly at his watch, Blaise gathered up his things and headed for Potions, guessing correctly that Malfoy would be absent for a considerable while yet... again.