Don't really know what this is or why I wrote it, but hopefully you guys will like it!

All characters belong to the amazing J.K Rowling.

-CHAPTER ONE-

Perfect Potter. Pleasant Potter. Hero of the Wizarding World Potter. Potter, Potter, Potter. Draco turned to Blaise to ask for a quill- he had snapped his own while thinking about Potter,furious, murderous thoughts of course. All that was on his mind nowadays was Harry sodding Potter.

Draco did not like Harry Potter. In fact, did not like was an understatement, he loathed him. So he saved the entire Wizarding World from one dark overlord, big deal. So he was the prized Gryffindor seeker, who cares? Potter and his loyal band of fans. Every nook and cranny, someone was whispering something about the boy who lived. His latest romantic conquest? Boring. His favourite type of cereal? Knew that. Of course, Hogwarts was not immune to this gossiping.

The war had ended, everyone's returned to complete their last year at Hogwarts, to make up for the one lost to the war, and things were certainly not looking up for one Draco Malfoy.

Draco had barely made it past the Ministry, his presence in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry was nothing short of a miracle. Of course, he was the outcast. You could say he was invisible to all except Pansy, Blaise, Theo and Greg. Oh and let's not forget the almighty Harry Potter. He felt the need to say hi to Draco every time he saw him, trust Potter to make the best out of every situation. What better way to gain popularity points than being nice to the ex-deatheater when no one else would? Who was he kidding, Potter's a shit actor. There was always something else masked behind the façade of friendship, and Draco would bet his last galleon that it was pure, unadulterated hatred.

Draco Malfoy. Disgraced pureblood, shunned by the Wizarding world because of decisions he, clearly did not have a say in, sounds about right. At least now he could sulk as much as he wanted to. He's even had the time to perfect his scowl. Oh look, here comes Potter now, sauntering into the charms classroom, late as usual.

"Sorry Professor, I-"

"Oh no no it's quite alright mister Potter, just take a seat."

Flitwick didn't even bat an eyelid. Classic. Every single professor treated Potter like the wonder boy he was. They'd wipe his arse if he asked. Sometimes, Draco wished Snape was still here, he was the only one who could put Potter in his place.

He slid into the seat in front of Draco, next to the ginger weasel. Why does he always have to get in my way? With a frustrated sigh, Draco directed all his attention to the neglected charms textbook lying open in front of him. Unfortunately, that seemed to get Potter's attention. He turned around with a stupid grin on his face.

"Hey Malfoy, why do you look like you just had twenty of Hagrid's rock cakes?"

What in Merlin' s name was a rock cake?

"Incase you didn't notice,"

Wouldn't surprise Draco one bit actually.

"We're having charms right now, and unlike you, some of us actually need to score well on our N.E.W.T.S if we want a place in the world. So I would very much appreciate it if you would turn back around and stop bothering me."

Did Potter actually look hurt? No, His ego was way too inflated to be damaged by one little comment. Besides, it was only the truth.

"Merlin Malfoy, I'm just trying to make conversation. You don't have to act like an arsehole all the time y'know?"

Thankfully,he didn't continue. Potter shrugged his shoulders and turned back around, busying himself with the company of the weasel. Draco let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. There was something about the intense emerald eyes Potter had that bothered him immensely. Couldn't that idiot wear a blindfold around? They were fucking distracting.

Great. Now he had no idea what the hell Flitwick was going on about. This was all Potter's fault. Now Draco had to waste another night catching up on Charms when he could have spent it daydreaming about different ways to murder Harry Potter, not that he would of course. Why does he have to ruin everything?

By the next charms lesson on Friday, Draco had come up with a plan. He would ignore all evidence that supported the existence of Potter.

"Settle down class, settle down. Please divide yourself into pairs because we will be practicing the N.E.W.T. level levitation charm I taught you last lesson. Quickly now!"

As usual, Draco was alone. Trust his only friend in the class, Blaise to fall ill on the day they have pair work. It was just his luck.

"Sorry Professor I was caught-"

"It's perfectly fine mister Potter I'm sure you have a plausible reason for being late."

The favoritism made Draco feel sick to the stomach, he should've called in sick together with Blaise.

"Although… you do seem to lack a partner"

Weasel was already paired up with his bucktoothed girlfriend, Granger. He felt bad for whoever's ending up with Potter. And the only person in the room without a partner was-

"Ah splendid! You can work with Mister Malfoy! "

Oh Merlin, he really should've called in sick.