A/N: Hey everyone that is reading this. First and foremost I hope you enjoy this. I write for fun and my enjoyment not for others so if you do not like it or find it offensive, I'm sorry I never meant to make it like that. Now that this is my second Fan Fiction I know a lot more and I was (at least I think) able to make it better. Please read and review good or bad. I take bad reviews as creative criticism just a little harsher. Anyway also I should say I DO NOT though it pains me to admit this, own any of these characters and make no money from this story so if you sue me for some absurd reason, I have no money even if you win. Also if you read this and later on find it offensive then STOP READING! These are my words and my warning. And finally, enjoy! J
Draco stared out the window as a scene played out in front of his eyes. Harry, Ron, and Herminie were throwing snowballs at each other racing around the courtyard. He threw one of his chess pieces against the wall, he had never really cared for the wizard game. *Bloody hell Draco, get it together you're acting like an idiot.* He turned away from the window and walked back to the sofa. Pulling out some of his class work he began to scribble down answers. Realizing he had made a mistake on one he started to erase furiously scratching his paper. *Great just bleeding great, I have to start all over.* He pulled out a new piece and set it down. Staring at it he finally gave up. "Well nothing distract me today?" He yelled causing Crabbe and Goyle to wake up with an abundant snort. "Come on you two oafs I think I could fancy roaming the halls." Draco stopped to pick up his gleaming prefect badge and pinned it snuggly to his shirt. Crabbe and Goyle sluggishly got up and obediently followed Malfoy out the door.
After harassing the first years and second years Draco roamed along not bothering anyone, much. He turned as the main door opened and watched as Harry, Ron, and Herminie joyfully bounced in. Sopping wet and laughing they walked right by Malfoy and his sad gang. Draco sent them a fierce look and called out. "What's this? Potter and Weasley and Granger?" Draco looked down at the mud covered floor. "You really are living up to your name Herminie you filthy Mudblood!" Crabbe and Goyle began to laugh watching as Herminie glanced at the floor and Ron and Harry pulled out there wands. "Harry, Ron, stop! You know he's just trying to provoke you, so don't let him." Herminie shot a look of pure ice towards Malfoy's equally icy blue eyes. "You make me sick." She spat as she dragged the two furious boys away from Draco. "Well that was a laugh, seeing Potter and Weasley get so worked up." Malfoy commented to Crabbe and Goyle who were busy staring at the Great Hall where the nights feast was beginning to show up. "Oh come on you two before you faint from hungry. After all you've only eaten twenty times today." Malfoy walked into the Great Hall with a hint of disgust.
After Crabbe and Goyle had eaten most of the Slytherins share of food Malfoy managed to get them away from the table and upstairs. They had immediately collapsed on the sofas and fell to sleep along with most of the other Slytherins. Now it was almost two and only one still sat by the fire awake. Draco watched as the fire spun dancing it's own secret dance. He looked at the letter clasped in his hand. The one he had written and rewritten over and over and was now debating whether or not to give it to the person. Staring at it he wanted to read it one more time.
I know I'm not your favorite person but you have to hear this. The only reason I've ever been mean to you and the people around you is because I've always wanted what you have. Look at Crabbe and Goyle, the sad twits I call mates. I know I've hurt you more than one time and there is no way for me to justify what I've done. There's another thing I need to tell you but I can't write it down, I need to do it in person. I hope you'll at least come and hear what I have to say. If you will meet me in the old Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at eight.
-Draco
He looked at it one more time and creased it in half. He would give the note to Crabbe to deliver because he was to thick to read it. He sat back returning to the glare of the fire. *We'll just have to wait and see what happens.* He thought as he began to drift asleep.
A/N: So who will the note be for, the two obvious choices are Ginny and Herminie but I'm not into that whole obvious thing. So I left a cliff hanger so that you would want to read more. I already have the second chapter ready to go and believe me I think it's good. Well anyway 5 reviews equals next chapter so please review!