Draco boarded the train to Hogwarts once again. Another year to school, the last year, boy was he glad. Finally get away from that annoying Potter, shabby weakling Ron and that despicable mudblood Hermione. He walked in and walked by where those exact people were settling in, chit-chattering away.
"My," he thought as he stopped dead in his tracks and walked back, "What fun can I have with them?" He smirked to the right side of his face and opened the doors. "Well, well, well! Look who it is!" his voice deliciously malicious.
"Yes, it's an awful irritation named Malfoy," Hermione said back with the same tone. She looked flustered, frustrated and already quite irate. Draco winced.
"I'll see you later, unfortunately," sneered Draco. He walked down to where Crabbe and Goyle, his brute friends, were. He gripped the handle and it slipped, his hands were sweaty. "Bloody idiots," he murmured and opened the door and went in. He sat and looked out the window as the scene went by, Crabbe and Goyle quarreled and punched each other sitting next to each other. Draco looked like he was in a deep thought, yet his mind was blank and when he did try to think about something it started with that dreadful Potter and ended with a long image of Hermione curing at him with her lips coated in gloss and curled up in a nasty smirk. He did his best to keep his head blank and if any thoughts, may it be of quiditch.
When classes started he found it interesting to be seated behind Hermione in the potions class. Interesting good or interesting bad, he didn't know himself. Hermione didn't find it interesting at all, she found herself filled with disgust and concern of what Draco might do back there. She asked Snape if she could be moved but when asked the reason why, she decided not to tell him it as because she loathed his favorite student and ended up not moving at all.
Snape lectured, drawling in his threatening yet extremely dull voice. Draco found his mind wandering, doodling silly little drawings of Harry and Ron holding hands in a field of flowers, then them suddenly catching on fire. He started adding detail to the flame when Hermione flipped her hair and then bent over again to continue taking notes. The aroma of sweet perfume and shampoo filled the air in front of his face. He let the floral scents fill his nostrils and took a deep breath in then sighed it out. "My, that's lovely, for a mudblood," he thought to himself. Hermione turned around and gave him a look like "what in the world are you doing?" Snape squinted his eyes in an annoyed fashion and said, "Bored Mr.Malfoy?" Draco sat up straight, grabbed his quill, dipped it in ink and said "Not at all" in a casual fashion. This made Hermione want to vomit. Draco, in his twisted state of mind, didn't take much notice of it. He decided if he didn't want to get in trouble with Snape (which for him was nearly impossible) he'd better take notes.
After classes he went straight to his common room, where he got his mind off the odd incident by watching Crabbe and Goyle fight over the last piece of chocolate they got from the train ride. Draco smiled at their brutishness and emerged from the room around mealtime. He sat with the regular bunch of Slytherins, nothing particularly different, Potter and company in plain view just incase the opportunity of embarrassing him came about. He watched as they sat down, Harry and Ron chattering away, something about Hermione's fashion of the day. Draco was uncontrollably intrigued by this and set out an ear to listen. He heard nothing but soon saw her walking to her friends, an awfully disgruntled look on her face, Draco couldn't figure out why she looked like so, until he saw Ron laughing at her. She opened her cloak to sit down, revealing a little grey schoolgirl outfit that seemed a little skimpy. The skirt was oddly short for her tastes and then pushed Ron in the face for laughing and making crude remarks about it. She hadn't gotten around to cleaning her clothes in a while and it was the last thing that was clean. Without thinking, Draco looked her up and down, grey eyes wide. "Woah-ho… Where did that come from?" he said softly to himself, but stopped as fellow Slytherins made faces at the nearly inaudible remark, and quickly said, "I wish it would go back there." The rest of the Slytherins looked relieved as Draco cursed to himself in his mind. "Why is this happening!" he screamed in his head, which he raised to look straight at Hermione. His pale face was quite blushing obviously.
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