"Potter." The gorgeous blonde spat. "Thinks he's so brilliant all because he got past that dragon."
"Oh, Draco, your so much better than him. You could have done that in half the time it took him to get the egg." That slut Pansy said as she ran her hand farther up Draco's thigh.
He doesn't even notice me. I thought as I gazed at Draco across the dungeon.
As I was thinking of ways to strangle Pansy in her sleep a slight cough behind me alerted me to Professor Snape's arrival.
"Alexandra. Please pay more attention or you will ruin your potion. As you can see it is supposed to be a blood red and yours is a runny pink. Please adjust it I would hate to have to fail such a fine student" Snape said from right behind me.
"Yes sir, Professor." I said and went back to fiddling with the ladle in my cauldron and tossing in ingredients hoping to fix it.
"You know you shouldn't add much more powdered dragon claw unless you wish to blow up the cauldron and burn your pretty little face." A gentle voice slivered in my ear and disrupted the honey colored hair near it.
"I don't need any hel-" I started but when I saw who was talking to me. It was him. The one that's always on my mind.
"Care to finish that sentence or just gawk at me?" Draco drawled, looking bored as he started writing my potion that I had so royally messed up.
"Ummm-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he had looked me up and down started talking again.
"I've seen you around before but I don't think I have formally introduced myself. I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He said and stretched out his hand to shake my own.
"Alexandria AnnaMaria." I said and shook his hand. It was cold like a snake but also warm and made my hand go tingly.
"Pleasure Alex. Now I think your potion is all righted now. I'll see you around." He winked and swaggered off just as the class ended.
Later on...
Back in the common room I was sitting in one of the very comfortable, deep forest green arm chairs working on my potions essay about the Polyjuice potion.Stupid dungeon for a common room. stupid cold. stupid essay. I thought for about the hundredth time since I came to Hogwarts. I still haven't gotten used to the dreadful cold that seeps through every crack in the old stone that forms the common room and dormitory, and I'm in my fourth year! And it's even worse since it's winter. I added to the jumble of thoughts I call my brain.
I remember the first time I set foot in this ice box. We had just finished the start of term feast and I had been sorted into Slytherin house. Of course, at the time I would have preferred to have been in Gryffindor with the messy dark haired boy with the green eyes and the lightning scar. Now I'm glad to be in Slytherin. So a dark haired bright blue-eyed prefect (named Blaiton Miffleworm as I know now, I also happen to know he is a great kisser but very conceited) led us down to the common room in the dungeons. I stepped into the dank room lit by about 30 serpent lamps and a large cold, stone fireplace. It wasn't at all what I expected but then again I had no idea what I was expecting.
