A/N: So I was in my night class and I saw my friend passing notes to the girl on the other side of her...and this story idea wouldn't stop bugging me. So here it is.
It was a normal, uneventful day in the most uneventful place in the world. That's right. It was morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, this is a sarcastic remark. Nothing at Hogwarts, or anywhere else in the wizarding world could be considered 'uneventful.' As Draco Malfoy, sixteen years old and proud as ever, walked down the grand marble staircase that morning, he noted just how not uneventful it was.
Students were rushing into the great hall, wanting to make sure they got seats next to their best friends. Girls stood in little bunches all around the entrance hall and the great hall, all in separate cliques, and yet they were all discussing the same subjects. Half were concerned with tests or classes they were more or less failing, all the other girls were watching all the other guys they thought were hot stuff and giggling about it like a bunch of erklings(1). However, Draco didn't find such laughter attractive at all, unlike his fellow Slytherins who would nearly jump off cliffs to go talk to a girl who giggled at them.
Older students were walking into the great hall as if they didn't want to rush in like the others. Draco knew they were no better than the rest. What got under his skin most about these prissy older students and retarded younger ones was the way they tried hiding in corners, like no one could see them, and snogged until they passed out from suffocation.
Yes. Draco Malfoy hated that. Someone wiser would have told him it was because he had no one to snog with. However, Draco would never tell anyone about how much it pissed him off, so no older wizard would have the chance.
Crabbe shoved Goyle lightly.. Well it was probably harshly, but they were both so bulky you couldn't tell. Goyle stumbled to the left and bumped into one of the erklings mentioned earlier. He grunted and pushed her, causing the whole group to go sprawling to the ground in an echo of cries and complaints. The two bumbling oafs just continued into the great hall. Draco lowered his gaze, an upset frown on his face. He didn't know it, but someone was watching him. In a graceful manner only Draco Malfoy could pull off, the pureblood male raised his hand up and his head down. His fingers drifted over his hair as his head rolled back up to a normal position. It pushed any strands out of place back into order. His eyes followed the rolling of his head and seemed to roll up, causing his eyelids to raise as well. He was one flowing movement. His eyes swam over the tables until his attention was drawn to his own. Oh those brilliant blue-gray eyes.
The magical moment, that Draco was not privy to know was going on, ended as Draco changed his course and headed for his spot at the Slytherin table. As though breakfast had only been waiting on the Malfoy son to sit, Dumbledore stood and addressed them all. Slackers in the hall hurried in to get to their seats. Draco's eyes raised from his hands, below the table, to watch the headmaster. His hair fell gently into his eyes, barely even long enough to do so. Even to Draco Malfoy, Dumbledore was an amazing man. He talked big about how he hated the guy, but he actually never admired anyone as much as he admired Dumbledore.
After a few brief words, like clockwork, food sprang to life on the plates before them. Draco grinned at the food, unaware that he was being watched. He reached forward and grabbed himself a bread roll and some toast. Draco would make his way through eggs and bacon by the time he was done, but the breads seemed to be closer. Something seemed to be lifted from Draco and the blonde paused. He looked around the tables. He'd felt someone staring at him, finally. He didn't feel it anymore, however, so they'd probably stopped. It didn't feel like a Slytherin so who could it have been?
With a screech, all eyes were drawn to the ceiling. Hundreds of owls flew in from the windows and swooped in low over everyone's heads. One tried to grab a student's hair and barely missed. In great circles, they flew around until they spotted the one their package or letter was meant for. Draco searched for his owl, wondering if he had any mail. Alas, he could not spot a Malfoy owl amongst the bunch, and he had seeker eyes now. Across the hall, Harry Potter's snowy owl landed before him and presented him with two letters: a daily prophet and a message from Mrs. Weasley about his Christmas present possibly arriving late.
Draco turned his eyes back to the food and started to engage Pansy in conversation until an owl dropped a rolled up letter into his lap. What the heck? Draco lifted the khaki paper. It was tied in a single red string to keep it from unraveling during transport. Draco slid the string from the paper and stashed it in his pocket. The letter rolled open to reveal... absolutely nothing. Someone had sent Draco Malfoy a completely blank piece of paper.
No. No joke. Not one little word was on it. Not in the corners, not written in pencil, not on the back. Nowhere. What kind of stupid idiot came up with this idea?
"Goyle, you can have this," Draco grunted, tossing it to his 'friend'. Goyle lit up like some kind of spell had told him to be unbearably happy. Draco winced and looked back at his food.
He took another bite of his butter laden toast and began to listen to Pansy rant on about some stupid girl thing he could care less about, but it had something to do with his hair and how she'd heard someone say he shouldn't use gel. She suggested he leave it fluffy but use some designer shampoo on it and the same conditioner. Like I said, he didn't care.
Suddenly, Goyle gasped and fell over out of his spot.
"What the devil's the matter with you, Goyle?" Draco asked harshly. What was wrong with the idiot now?
Goyle thrust the blank parchment back into Draco's hands and sat as far from Draco as he could once he'd sat back down at all. Draco eyed Goyle curiously and then looked down at the paper. What was so damn special about it? Oh... Etched onto the paper, in dark black ink, as if it had just been written, was the name 'Draco Malfoy'.
(1): Erklings are creatures with high pitched laughter that enchants children. Erklings eat children. I got this creature from Harry Potter Lexicon's Fantastic Beasts list.
