Simply Routine
Draco Malfoy had everything down to a perfect routine. An art, really, depending on how one looked at it.
He would wake up at six every morning, before everyone else, and take a twenty-five minute shower before all of the other Slytherins woke up. He hated taking showers with the other boys. They were all.so.hairy.
He would then dry off, and get dressed in his black satin boxers, immaculately pressed trousers, and school uniform. He would spend fifteen to twenty minutes on his hair, using a variety of different potions and spells, to give it that perfect "just rolled out of bed, didn't spend a minute on it" look.
Always looking around furtively to make sure there weren't any other early- rising Slytherins about, he would do a quick cosmetic spell his mother had taught him years before. It was just a glamour, really, to hide any possible blemishes or red spots that may have arisen during the night.
It was at around seven the rest of his House began to stir, and by that time, Draco would be down in the Common Room, either studying for a test later that day, putting the finishing touches on his daily letter to his father, or doing some reading of his own.
At eight, he would drag Vince and Greg up to the Great Hall, always taking care to be at least two minutes late. Draco always wanted to be fashionably late, to make sure everyone's eyes would be drawn to him as he strode confidently in, his unfastened robes fluttering behind him in a way that was sure to make at least three Hufflepuffs swoon.
He would wait for one of the Malfoys' eagle owls to arrive with a post from home before he would begin eating. It would contain his father's reply and commentary on his last letter, and his mother's instructions on what to eat that day to keep his body "intact", as she liked to put it. He would then send off his letter with the owl, and eat breakfast according to Narcissa's commands. Depending on his mood, he would either make casual small talk with his housemates, or just glare everyone off to leave him in peace.
Once he was finished with his meal, on his way out to his first class of the day, he would make sure to pass by the far left corner of the Gryffindor table, to bestow upon the Holy Trio some clever repartee he thought of during breakfast. Weasley would turn red and try to throw a punch at him and usually get a few points deducted, Granger would just scowl or tell him to bugger off, and Potter.Potter would just ignore him.
Draco spent hours, sometimes, just trying to think of something, anything, to rifle Potter's feathers once and for all. Nothing ever did though, and this was usual, and so, it was all right.
Draco had it all down perfectly, his schedule exact and unsurprising. He loved it, the predictability, the certainty of it all.
Which explained why he was so angry when Potter, instead of just ignoring him, leapt up one day to face him.
Which explained why he was so angry when he started yelling (with nothing clever or witty at all) at Potter.
Which explained why he was so angry when Potter, in reply, kissed him.
Which, of course, explained why he was so angry when he kissed Potter back.
Draco Malfoy had everything down to a perfect routine. An art, really, depending on how one looked at it.
He would wake up at six every morning, before everyone else, and take a twenty-five minute shower before all of the other Slytherins woke up. He hated taking showers with the other boys. They were all.so.hairy.
He would then dry off, and get dressed in his black satin boxers, immaculately pressed trousers, and school uniform. He would spend fifteen to twenty minutes on his hair, using a variety of different potions and spells, to give it that perfect "just rolled out of bed, didn't spend a minute on it" look.
Always looking around furtively to make sure there weren't any other early- rising Slytherins about, he would do a quick cosmetic spell his mother had taught him years before. It was just a glamour, really, to hide any possible blemishes or red spots that may have arisen during the night.
It was at around seven the rest of his House began to stir, and by that time, Draco would be down in the Common Room, either studying for a test later that day, putting the finishing touches on his daily letter to his father, or doing some reading of his own.
At eight, he would drag Vince and Greg up to the Great Hall, always taking care to be at least two minutes late. Draco always wanted to be fashionably late, to make sure everyone's eyes would be drawn to him as he strode confidently in, his unfastened robes fluttering behind him in a way that was sure to make at least three Hufflepuffs swoon.
He would wait for one of the Malfoys' eagle owls to arrive with a post from home before he would begin eating. It would contain his father's reply and commentary on his last letter, and his mother's instructions on what to eat that day to keep his body "intact", as she liked to put it. He would then send off his letter with the owl, and eat breakfast according to Narcissa's commands. Depending on his mood, he would either make casual small talk with his housemates, or just glare everyone off to leave him in peace.
Once he was finished with his meal, on his way out to his first class of the day, he would make sure to pass by the far left corner of the Gryffindor table, to bestow upon the Holy Trio some clever repartee he thought of during breakfast. Weasley would turn red and try to throw a punch at him and usually get a few points deducted, Granger would just scowl or tell him to bugger off, and Potter.Potter would just ignore him.
Draco spent hours, sometimes, just trying to think of something, anything, to rifle Potter's feathers once and for all. Nothing ever did though, and this was usual, and so, it was all right.
Draco had it all down perfectly, his schedule exact and unsurprising. He loved it, the predictability, the certainty of it all.
Which explained why he was so angry when Potter, instead of just ignoring him, leapt up one day to face him.
Which explained why he was so angry when he started yelling (with nothing clever or witty at all) at Potter.
Which explained why he was so angry when Potter, in reply, kissed him.
Which, of course, explained why he was so angry when he kissed Potter back.