He sat at his desk, twirling his quill around his deft fingers. Elegant and strong, when needed they could crush whatever was in their grasp. Throwing the quill down, he leaned back in his chair and rested his arms behind his head.
His ice blue eyes flashed fire. He needed a challenge; frankly he wasn't getting it—in life or in bed. He stood from the chair and walked over to the window; pulling the heavy drapery aside he braced his arm against the wall. His silver blond hair swept across his muscular shoulders, framing his face. Now slightly longer than shoulder length, he usually kept it tied back with a piece of velvet, but at the moment it was hanging loose, and bone straight. He looked out at the night: almost no stars were out, but he liked that. For him, the darker the better.
At eighteen, he might as well have had the whole world in the palm of his hand. He was over 6 feet tall, and extremely well toned. With his rippling muscles, every girl over the summer had literally thrown themselves at his feet. And he had enjoyed it, to a degree, but summer was over.
He smirked, thinking of the year to come; yes, this year would be fun. The Dark Prince and Sex God of Slytherin was returning to Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy dropped the drapery and turned toward his bed. Dropping his robes from his shoulders and, pulling his shirt over his head, he threw them on his desk chair and drew his bed curtains aside and collapsed on his bed.
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Light streamed through the classic French doors leading out onto the balcony of her room. The newborn sunlight floated across her face, highlighting the deep gold streaks in her hair. Stretching, she brushed aside the silk and chiffon hangings and placed her feet on the floor of her bedroom and stood up. She was wearing a silk cream slip with lace edgings. She slipped into a pair of low cut jeans and a yellow spaghetti strap tank. With a wave of her wand, her trunk packed itself with her mountains of books and school supplies, with another few words and her trunk shrunk. Smiling, she picked it up and stuck into her purse. Slipping into a pair of sneakers she looked into her mirror. Applying a bit of rouge and running her fingers through her hair she added a snowflake pendant and crystal drop earrings, she loved diamonds, and smiled at the diamond ring on her ring finger of her right hand: a gift from Ron and Harry. Hermione smiled and with a wave of wand apparated to Diagon alley to meet Harry and Ron.