"Hey Draco." I said as I walked into the Slytherin common room. It was the first day back of Sixth Year and I was already pissed off. Some of the Gryffindors threw water balloons at me and I was soaking wet from top to bottom.

Draco looked over at me and burst out laughing and I just sighed and moved closer to the fireplace.
"Shut up, Malfie."

He gave me a death glare and I poked my tongue out at him. I turned my position so I sat facing him, my back towards the fire.
"How was your holidays?"

He looked away for a moment and ruffled his short pale-blonde hair. "It was... tiring."

I looked at him curiously for a moment, he definitely wasn't lying. He looked exhausted and kind of deathly-like. Draco stretched his legs out across the lounge and yawned, stretching his arms up.
"What about your holidays?" He asked.

"They were OK." My holidays are never really exciting. But they have been kind of interesting since it was confirmed that You-Know-Who is back. Everyone thinks that every Slytherin family are a part of his cult type thing. But that's not true, not everyone is, including my family. Majority of the Slytherins are but definitely not all of them.

My friend Susan and her family aren't, Patrick isn't either. We're not real big fans of the Dark Lord, so we just try to keep out of it as much as possible. We know what's right from wrong. And unlike most Slytherins, we're not cowardly which is why I had a good chance of ending up in Gryffindor.

Draco looked a little off and stressed and anxious. What else happened in the holidays?

"Want to go down to dinner?" He asked, casually. I think he noticed that I was looking at him, that I was trying to figure out what was wrong. He could easily work people out like that.

I scrunch my nose up, "Not really. I'm too wet and I ate too many lollies on the train here."

He chuckled softly, "Neither do I." He got up from the couch and sat beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder. "This year is going to be difficult, I can feel it."

I looked at his hand that sat on my knee, the skin on his knuckles were torn a bleeding a little.
"Draco, who did you punch this time?"

He sighed, "Doesn't matter."

"Draco." I said sternly, knowing that he will end up spilling soon.

"Just that stupid Potter. He was snooping around like the little git he is."

Ah, Potter, of course. Those two had a long-lasting war between them ever since Harry turned Draco's friendship down in First Year. It was a little amusing actually.
Harry was a git though and I never liked him to be honest. But I didn't hate him either, not like Draco.

"He's not worth it Draco, he's probably just paranoid or something."

Draco laughed, "Him? Paranoid? He doesn't know that feeling as much as I do." He got up from the floor and left his comfortable position and made his way up the stairs to his dorm.
"See you in the morning, Cal."

"Yeah, see you Draco. Get a good night's sleep yeah?" I called out to him.

"I'll try." I hear him call back and I make my way up to my own dorm, hoping Susan was inside. When I entered I notice that there was already a bit of a mess, probably from Pansy. She looked and acted like a dog, it was filthy. And I never liked her, especially because she had a crush on Draco.
Not that I like Draco like that but I didn't want her to try and steal him away from me. He can hook up with anyone he wants except Pansy, she's an ugly bitch and I do not like her.

I crawled inside my bed and rolled myself up in the warm quilts, finally back at Hogwarts. I liked Hogwarts, it was definitely more of a home than my own. My parents weren't as mean and strict as Draco's but they never really talked to me or payed any attention. All they cared about was my sister, Beatrice.
She sucked up all the attention and she knew it hurt me.

I hadn't seen Susan or Patrick since I got off from the train, they were my other friends. I was friends with most Slytherins except Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle are too dumb for my liking and selfish. And of course you know why I hate Pansy.

Soon I fell asleep, a dreamless sleep.

It's been a couple of weeks now and everything seems like it used to be. The food is great, the people (minus those nasty Gryffindors) and even the teachers are great.

"Hey Patty," I said as I walked into Potions. He greeted me warmly and I gladly took a seat next to him. I hoped Susan wouldn't mind.
Patrick has been my friend since First Year, like Susan. I never used to have a crush on him until Third Year. He was such a gentleman but he had a cheeky side too. I remember the times when we snuck out at night to snack on Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Those were the good ol' days...

The new Potions teacher waltzed in, his name was Professor Slughorn. He was a short pudgy kind of man but he seemed quite nice. Too my amazement, Snape had finally gotten what he's been going for after years of waiting. Seeing him as the Defence Against Dark Arts teacher was strange, but somehow he fitted the job. He looked dark and evil anyway.

"We'll be brewing a Death Potion today and whoever can master it perfectly will win a Liquid Luck." He said and half of the room cheered while the other half groaned.

I was never any good at potions to be honest, which was weird because the class thay every Slytherin is supposed to be good at is potions but I couldn't care less.

Patrick and I start working on our own potions, and so far mine isn't going very well. Patrick's, however, looks great of course. His was on the right colour it should be and mine had already turned yellow...?

"We get to go to Hogsmeade this weekend." Patrick said as he crushed something up and sprinkled it into his potion.

I furiously chop at an ingredient who's name I've already forgotten. "Yeah, we get to see how the Weasley's shop turned out!" I was quite excited about this shop, and to my surprise, Fred and George were the only Gryffindors I liked, we actually had a good friendship goinng on for a while.

"I never really liked those twins, they were too... Cheeky?" Patrick said.
If you got to know Patrick really well, you'd find out how cheeky he was.
I looked at Patrick, his lips curved into a small, concentrated frown and his blue eyes were too focused on his potion. He looked absolutely adorable when he was brweing potions!

No, no. Focus on the potion, not him. The potion needs to be correct this time or you actually might fail this stupid class.

A few minutes later the timer stopped and everyone stood back from their potion to be inspected. Slughorn came around our table and he smiled over at Patrick and said, "Good, good."
But then he came over to mine and his smile instantly turned into a disappointed frown.

"Merlin's beard, girl! How did you ever get it to become that colour?"

People came over to our table and inspected it for themselves, everyone broke into laughter and I felt my cheeks grow hot. It was an orange-pinky colour.

"I have no idea, Professor."

He mumbled something under his breath and moved on. Draco caught my attention by waving his arm in the air and he mouthed 'What a potions master you are'. I poked my tongue out in reply and he laughed a little, Draco was the real potions master.

Finally, Slughorn had come to a decision on who should win the Liquid Luck. I already knew that it wasn't me but Patrick and Draco had a good chance at winning.

"The best Death Potion made today was by Harry!" Slughorn said enthusiastically and just about everyone's mouths in the room dropped, including Draco and Patty's. Harry has never been excellent at potions before, how on earth did he succeed at making this heart wrenching, brutal potion?

Harry walked up to Slughorn and took his reward, gaining a couple of cheers from his mates, a distressed and shocked Hermione and a Slughorn smile.

"Well, that's just great." Patrick said, rolling his eyes as he packed up his cauldron. I packed mine up ages ago, since I knew I wouldn't win, so I decided to help Patrick clean up his.

"Thanks, Cal."

"No worries, and besides, you're still the best at potions. I bet Harry just fluked it or something." I said, trying to make Patty feel better.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Patrick said as he scratched his head, "I just needed that potion though."

"Oh yeah? What for?"

He looked nervously around the room, "Oh, no reason really... it'd just be cool to be lucky for a whole day."

I wasn't convinced, maybe he needed it for a test? Even though it's against the rules... Or maybe it was the Slytherin Quidditch trials? That was still against the rules too, but no one in Slytherin really cared for the rules anyway. I tried to go by them as best as I could but sometimes they were too much, and I like having freedom.

"OK, well... I'm going to find Draco and hang with him. We both have a free at the moment. See you at lunch?" I ramble and Patrick nods a quick one and runs off to his next class. I wasn't sure where Draco went but he probably wasn't far.

I made my way through the corridors and down to the dungeons when I heard a high, shrill, ear splitting voice.
Pansy.
I crept around the corner and hid behind a big, old, ugly statue and listened to the conversation. Pansy was never any good at keeping her irritating voice down low.

"Ugh, that stupid git. I'm already over her, she just needs to get out of the way. Draco isn't hers!" I knew who they were talking about, gosh darn Pansy.

"I agree, Pansy has been closer with Draco for way longer." A girl's voice, that I didn't recognise, said.

No way in hell has she been closer to Draco! I've known Draco since before Hogwarts! We used to go over each other's houses when we were five.

"She's just a jealous bitch." Pansy said.

Urgh, I had enough. I wasn't going to stand around and let this low-life talk about me behind my back! I knew how Draco felt about Pansy, he was disgusted by her. But every time I let her know she refuses to believe it!

I leap out from my hiding spot and Pansy and her friends turn around, absolutely horrified.
"What the hell is your problem, Pansy? Can't take a little competition?"

Pansy backed away at first but she looked to her friends for support and they came up behind her, "C-Callie, I'm n-not afraid of you!"

I looked at her, at laughed. Is she serious? "You have no chance with Draco, you hear me? He is not interested at all! So just bugger off, it's for the best."

She looked hurt, extremely hurt and for a moment I regretted being so harsh. Sometimes I got too carried away and I hated it but I couldn't show weakness now. She had to be put in her place otherwise this'll just keep going and going.

"I-I-" She looked as though she was struggling to think of something to say, "Whatever." And then she walked off, her friends on either side of her and I was left alone.

I was such a horrible human being, was that why I was put into Slytherin?

Hey guys! So, I tried to make a Draco Malfoy fanfiction before and it turned out horribley wrong. I did realise that I had a very bad Mary Sue character so in this one I tried, and I mean, I really tried to make her a non Mary Sue. So, feedback would be awesome because I actually want this fanfiction to work! Please let me know what you think via reviews or PM

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