Editing done by GHOSTofSIRENS.

This is to assume Draco does not have to kill Dumbledore. Should be a decently long fic, hopefully.

Enjoy.

Draco Malfoy was your typical Slytherin spoiled brat. He held himself above all of the other house and hated muggleborns. He walked around with an air of superiority, getting on Harry Potter's nerves. How he hated that prat. Everyone's favorite boy, Potter was; just because he caused the downfall of Voldemort. Draco knew The Dark Lord would always be back. He was simply too powerful… Draco slid his green and silver tie on and did it up. He had Divination first period, followed by Charms. He grabbed his books, made sure he had everything he needed for class and left his dorm.

Out in the Common Room, Crabbe and Goyle were waiting for him. He caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror as he walked towards them. He couldn't help but to stop and look at himself. His gray eyes were dark today, and his white blonde hair hung messily over his eyes. He couldn't help but smirk. He looked good today. He'd given up trying to keep his hair slicked back. He knew he looked good, but after a rushed morning where he was unable to do the 20 minute ritual necessary for his hair to stay all day, he started to get hit on a lot, and he liked getting the appreciation he deserved.

"Crabbe, Goyle, are you ready to go?" He said briskly to the two goons. They grunted in response. They really didn't talk much. They walked out of the common room and up to the Great Hall for breakfast. They walked over to the Slytherin table, making sure to glare at the Gryffindor table. Immediately upon sitting down, Crabbe and Goyle began stuffing their faces. Draco glared at them as he reached for some pancakes. He was pouring syrup on them when he heard someone approaching him.

"Hi Drakey-poo," Pansy Parkinson cried. Malfoy groaned inwardly as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. She was good for a screw every once and awhile, but he could not stand her. Additionally, he had heard rumors about her messing around with Marcus Flint and Blaise Zabini. He liked having her, but he did not want her. She held no real place in his heart. She could die as he hugged her, and he doubted he would feel much pain.

"Drakey, what did you want to do at Hogsmeade this weekend?" Pansy said shrilly. That seemed to be the only tone she had: shrill and nasally. It almost made Draco nauseous to listen to her talk.

"I'm not sure yet. Might have detention; Snape hasn't told me what day he wants me there yet."

"He's not going to give you detention; you're his favorite." She said with a smirk.

"I've been missing assignments, and he wants me to come in to do them." he told her abruptly. He'd been planning on asking Snape to give him detention so he wouldn't have to deal with Pansy at Hogsmeade. He didn't know why he put up with her. He didn't like her, she annoyed him to all hell, and he did just about anything to get out of having to be around her. She sat in silence for the rest of breakfast. Dumbledore got up and started talking and Draco just tuned him out. He was glad this was his fifth year and he would be out of this hellhole soon.

Dumbledore must've ended his speech, because all of the students started getting up to leave. Draco grabbed his things and took off at a blistering pace to hackle the Gryffindors. Unfortunately, Potter wasn't there so he just went to class.

The day passed by slowly, Pansy tried to talk him out of going to detention again at lunch. His response was to tell her to go away for awhile. She seemed hurt but left anyway. He knew he'd have to deal with her whining later, but for now he had peace. When it came time for Potions, Draco almost felt like the life had been taken out of him. Today had been so… boring. He was the first one to get to Potions, and as he walked in, he saw a girl talking to Professor Snape. She had red hair and seemed to have a pale complexion. He could only see her hands. He went up the rows to take his seat, which was awkwardly right behind her, so he ended staring at her ass – not that he minded.

She turned around and he saw she was wearing a green and silver tie. Then he saw her face. She had grayish blue eyes, and red lips. And he was right, she was incredibly pale. She barely passed him a glance, but he found his eyes following her as she left. He watched her until she left and turned around to watch Snape watching him.

"Detention will be Saturday Malfoy," Snape said. It seemed like he'd read his mind. "Do not be late," he added – as if he knew Malfoy needed the excuse to get away from Pansy faster.

"Awwwww," said a voice from behind him. A pained expression crossed both Snape and Draco's faces. "Professor Snape, please let Draco come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend!"

Snape stared at the Slytherin girl for a long moment, as if debating something in his mind before answering. With every ounce of seriousness common to the haughty professor, he finally deemed her worthy of response."Ms. Parkinson, Mr. Malfoy managing to pass," he said with emphasis, "my class is an exceedingly better use of his time rather than going to the village with his… friends. Maybe, instead of trying to weasel him out of said detentions, you should tell him to do his homework rather than waste my time with useless, idiotic questions. Sit down."

Class passed by slowly, and Draco only found himself wanting to know about that pale-skinned, red haired girl with the ruby lips. When the bell rang, he sought her out, but found nothing. 'Slippery little minx.' He thought to himself. And as he lay down that night, he saw her in his dreams and woke - very confused.