A Day in the Life of Draco Malfoy
I smirked at the young boy in front of me. Yes. Perfect in every way. Silver blond hair, light grey eyes and milky white skin.
Suddenly the boy had cracks all over him. I turned around, fuming, and started shrieking at the girl next to me.
"Pansy! What have you done? That mirror cost 1000 galleons and you crack it with your ugly face!" I was nearly in hysterics by the end of that speech.
"Actually I cast reducto on it. Besides, I know that deep down, you really love me," cooed Pansy.
"Excuse me," I turned around and after a few seconds, grimaced at the puke that was in the toilet bowl. "Thanks. Another start to the day, RUINED!" I stormed to my room. A few seconds later I was back in the bathroom. "And how did you get in here anyway?"
Pansy giggled and glanced at her wand.
'Ugh! I hate that girl! They're no words to describe her. Except for her name sake: a strange, weird brightness on the outside and on the inside, an evil black... BLOB!' and with those thoughts, I stabbed my toast.
People were starting to look at me funny and because I wanted to keep my title of 'prince of Slytherin' I stopped murdering my toast.
That dreaded girl was cuddling me! It didn't help that Blaise was smirking every time I tried to push her off.
"Pansy, I think that it's obvious that Draco doesn't like you. Maybe you should go away," I inwardly cheered for the dark skinned boy.
Pansy burst into tears and ran from the room. I sighed. I knew she'd be back but at least she was gone for now.
I swaggered down the hallway to my first class. Potions! Hopefully Snape would be atrocious to Potter. I grinned. Potty, weasel and the mudblood. How fun to provoke. Stupid Gryffindors.
Robes billowing out, Snape strode into the classroom and barked at every one to turn to page 206 of A Guide to Potion Making.
"Potter! Stop that yapping and tell me what the Draught of Peace is," Snape demanded softly, but in no way, gently.
The mudblood, Granger, elbowed him sharply. Potter abruptly stopped arguing (I think) and very eloquently asked, "What?"
"10 points from Gryffindor." Snape smiled. Not a nice image.
After explaining what that was to us, he instructed to work in partners to make it. I easily had no difficulty while green smoke was billowing from Potter's cauldron.
The rest of the day dragged slowly except for the fight after defence against the dark arts with Umbridge. Even that was boring because Potter had decided to ignore me.
In the bathroom later on, Pansy, once again, snuck into my bathroom. I hope she learnt her lesson when she landed in a particularly muddy patch in a purple flash. Probably not, like always.
Why wont she give up I wondered as I snuggled under my green and silver (slytherin colours) covers and fell asleep.