Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything even remotely associated with Harry Potter, now do I?
AN: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so I'm not that "in-tune" with the characters yet. Usually I do Lord of the Rings stuff, but I've been reading a few Harry Potter fics lately and I figured "hey, I ready those books a lot!" so I wrote my own fic. Of course, it stars Draco Malfoy, simply because he is insanely cool. No, I'm not some raving obsessed Tom Felton-crazed fan-lunatic. I just think that the character that J. K. Rowling came up with is insanely cool and evil. But yes, Tom Felton is somewhat cute and he does a wonderful job playing Draco. Anyway, here we go…
Draco smiled as the dart he'd thrown hit perfectly between Harry Potter's eyes. It wasn't so much a smile as it was a mischievous smirk. He admired his handiwork for a moment, and then let out a sigh. Why couldn't he do this to the real Harry Potter? Throwing darts at pictures wasn't quite as satisfying as it used to be. "Stupid Potter," he sneered. "Just because he has that stupid scar. He thinks he's so great! Hmph!" Draco ripped the darts out of the wall and threw himself onto his bed. He tossed the darts with supreme accuracy onto a table by his bed. "Stupid Potter," he muttered again. Well, he thought At least I don't have to deal with him during the summer. Wait a minute… Draco tilted his head and looked up at his calendar. Damn it! I only have two more Potter-free weeks! And then it's back to that wretched castle with Potter, the Weasleys, Dumbledore, and all those mudbloods… A lousy excuse for a school! I wish that snake-thing really had wiped them all out!
"Draco?" He heard his mother rap on the door briskly.
"Yeah?"
She cracked open the door a bit and peeked through. "Time for bed, dear. It's getting late."
"Ah, Mum! It's still summer!"
"Yes, but you'll be in for a rude awakening at Hogwarts when they make you actually get up and go to class." She smiled more kindly than anyone but the two of them knew she could. "Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight Mum."
He merely sat there on his bed as she left. Not that she needed to know, but he, of course, had no intention of going to bed that night. At least not yet, anyway.
Just to keep up the illusion of being a "good little boy" (of course, he wasn't really a little boy anymore – he could take care of himself) he threw on a night robe over his regular clothes and made his way, quite obviously, to the bathroom and made sure to leave the door open so his mother could see him brushing his teeth as she passed. After she'd gone, he took a comb to his hair then stuck it in his pocket – just in case.
Quietly, he tiptoed back to his room and threw his night-robe aside. Nimble and sure-footed as a cat, he locked his door then headed for his bed. No, he wasn't going to sleep! He crouched down and stretched his arm underneath it, feeling around through the hordes of dust bunnies. After a moment, he slid out his broom and seized his wand from the table he had thrown the darts to.
Without a word, he shoved the want into his pocket and threw open his window. He took one last glimpse toward the door to be sure that no one was there. He paused and opened his mouth to use a quick spell, then remembered. "Stupid rule," he muttered. "No using magic during the holidays!" He mocked Professor McGonagall's voice as he repeated it. "Makes no sense. It's not like I'm surrounded by muggles. Dad would probably vouch for me, but he doesn't know what I'm up to." Still muttering to himself, Draco disguised his absence the non-magical way: by stuffing pillows under the bed sheets. With a final sneer, he mounted his broom and took off through the open window. After all, he had placed to be tonight. He had plans that he wouldn't miss for the world.