Chapter One.
It all happened one year ago.
I was in my 7th year, and I was trying, once again, to be the next Harry Potter. I tried to show him off at very chance I got, but no dice. Potter was still loved cause he was a lousy Gryffindor. Classes came and passed, faster than they had the previous years. Except for Divination. Everyone struggled with that,especially since the class was combined with the Gryffindors, and you know what that meant- Everyone expected the same things. They expected Hermione to pass the class exceptionally well, and of course she would. She did. She was Head Girl. They expected Crabbe and Goyle to nearly fail, and they nearly did. They expected me, Draco Malfoy, to try my hardest to go head to head with Potter, as I usually did. They always expected me to beat him, and I never did. They never understood that. The outcome of our quarrels always ended with Potter making an ass out of me. I am beginning to think now, that they just wanted to see him upstage me.
Anyway. My story begins at Hogwarts, at the beginning of my 7th term. I was dating Pansy, much to my reluctance, and I was Head Boy of Slytherin, not to mention seeker of their Quidditch team. I basically had it all, minus her , of couse. Pansy wasn't much of a girlfriend, she was too busy argueing with Granger over.. who cares what, and she demanded everything. She was revolting. Pureblood, though, and rather attractive, a bitch, too. The perfect Slytherin female.
"Draco?"
"What?" I snapped at her.
"When are you going to take me flying on your Nimbus 2001?"
That was another thing I hated about her. Everything she said or asked about, had it's name involved, my Nimbus 2001, my this, my that. Annoying as hell, this one, and I had dealt with it ever since the Yule Ball. This had to stop. Besides, I didn't want to admit it, but I had my eyes on Granger.
"Pansy, this isn't working."
"Oh, okay, why didn't you just tell me the stick wouldn't hold the both of us?"
How could I sugarcoat this for her?
"That's right, it won't."
Fuck sugarcoating, I'm Draco Malfoy, I'll drop her as I please.
"It's over Pansy." I told her and stormed off to my bed. I heard her in the Slytherin common room all night, crying her eyes out to Millicent. I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about Granger. The little mudblood had changed so much since our first year at Hogwarts. Back then, she was a mess. A bitchy Gryffindor mudblood, with her hair all over the place, and a mean little face. She's grown since then however. Her hair has been straightned and cut, and looks pleasing to the eyes, now. Her face has filled out, and her brown eyes are big and outlined in black, in such an enticing fashion. Just looking at her makes me want her, but then I remember. She's a Gryffindor.
It all happened one year ago.
I was in my 7th year, and I was trying, once again, to be the next Harry Potter. I tried to show him off at very chance I got, but no dice. Potter was still loved cause he was a lousy Gryffindor. Classes came and passed, faster than they had the previous years. Except for Divination. Everyone struggled with that,especially since the class was combined with the Gryffindors, and you know what that meant- Everyone expected the same things. They expected Hermione to pass the class exceptionally well, and of course she would. She did. She was Head Girl. They expected Crabbe and Goyle to nearly fail, and they nearly did. They expected me, Draco Malfoy, to try my hardest to go head to head with Potter, as I usually did. They always expected me to beat him, and I never did. They never understood that. The outcome of our quarrels always ended with Potter making an ass out of me. I am beginning to think now, that they just wanted to see him upstage me.
Anyway. My story begins at Hogwarts, at the beginning of my 7th term. I was dating Pansy, much to my reluctance, and I was Head Boy of Slytherin, not to mention seeker of their Quidditch team. I basically had it all, minus her , of couse. Pansy wasn't much of a girlfriend, she was too busy argueing with Granger over.. who cares what, and she demanded everything. She was revolting. Pureblood, though, and rather attractive, a bitch, too. The perfect Slytherin female.
"Draco?"
"What?" I snapped at her.
"When are you going to take me flying on your Nimbus 2001?"
That was another thing I hated about her. Everything she said or asked about, had it's name involved, my Nimbus 2001, my this, my that. Annoying as hell, this one, and I had dealt with it ever since the Yule Ball. This had to stop. Besides, I didn't want to admit it, but I had my eyes on Granger.
"Pansy, this isn't working."
"Oh, okay, why didn't you just tell me the stick wouldn't hold the both of us?"
How could I sugarcoat this for her?
"That's right, it won't."
Fuck sugarcoating, I'm Draco Malfoy, I'll drop her as I please.
"It's over Pansy." I told her and stormed off to my bed. I heard her in the Slytherin common room all night, crying her eyes out to Millicent. I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about Granger. The little mudblood had changed so much since our first year at Hogwarts. Back then, she was a mess. A bitchy Gryffindor mudblood, with her hair all over the place, and a mean little face. She's grown since then however. Her hair has been straightned and cut, and looks pleasing to the eyes, now. Her face has filled out, and her brown eyes are big and outlined in black, in such an enticing fashion. Just looking at her makes me want her, but then I remember. She's a Gryffindor.