Year One
Hermione Granger. That was the girl with the loud mouth and puffy hair from the train. I watched her sit down on the stool. I didn't recognize her last name. Must be a mudblood. I made sure to take a mental note of that. "Gryffindor!" Yes, must be a mudblood. I still can not understand why people like her are allowed in the school. Filthy scum. I seriously doubted I would hear much of her name after that.
"Steer clear of that one Goyle. We don't want to get tainted." I laughed inwardly at my use of words. This was going to be a good seven years. I would have upper classmen eating out of the palm of my hand in a week.
That's how it always was with me. People flocked to me. My name held power behind it. I was a Malfoy. It didn't get much better than that in the wizarding world. I knew how to get what I wanted. Everyone at Hogwarts either was going to love me or fear me and that's just how I wanted it.
Potions class was the first class I had. To my surprise, the mudblood wouldn't put her hand down. I hoped she wouldn't be this annoying all year. Her kind really had no right to speak.
I knew pretty much everything I needed to know about everyone by Christmas. Crabbe and Goyle weren't bright, but they were my cribb mates and they were strong. Parkinson was the same, always trying to please and catch my attention. I didn't mind her praise. Longbottom was a bumbling idiot. Weasly and his whole family for that matter were filthy blood traitors and Potter lovers. Potter was nothing like the stories about what if he can play Quidditch. So can I. And then there was that mudblood Granger. She was nothing but a know it all who clung to Potter. I knew for certain I didn't like her or her bushy hair.