Draco: As I walked back from the Inquisitorial Squad meeting, someone ran into me. My bag split wide open, leaving a gaping hole. Ink splashed all over my new robes, and my mother's latest care package spilled all over the floor. "Look what you did," I snarled at my oppressor. "Loony! Filthy blood traitor." I spit at her. "Stay off my good robes." "I've heard worse," she says with a shrug. Loony stands up and skips away. Why did she have to be so annoying. And she didn't even help me with my bag. As I load all my things into my bag, magically sewing the hole and repairing the quills Loony sat on, I grumble to myself. "Only four weeks left of school. Then its exams, and I'm away from Potter and Weasel-bee for an entire summer. And of course their crack head friends." "Have a head cold?" asks Pansy as she comes scampering up to me. "We can skip class, I know how to make you feel so much better." She bats her eyelashes and I smirk, leading her to the stock cupboard in the library. It's always unlocked and by the time the lesson would have been over, I'm feeling much better.