Only time will tell.
Draco Malfoy lay sleeping in his comfy four-poster bed in the middle of his large suite-like room in Malfoy Manor. A small ray of sunlight peaked in from the large circular window next to the bed. It shone on the young Malfoy's face and illuminated his platinum blond hair, casting the unnaturally dark room in a warm glow. Draco's face reflected a peaceful expression. He was, after all, the slytherin king and today he would be returning to his faithful servants and his beautiful slytherin queen. All of a sudden there was a loud knock on the door and Draco woke with a start. "What?" he asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from his grey eyes. "Draco, darling we will be leaving for King's Cross in twenty minutes." The timid voice of Narcissa Malfoy floated through the oak door. "Fine" he responded. Draco threw back the thick silver and green comforter and made his way to the large marble bathroom. Once inside, Draco preceded to taker a hot shower and brush his teeth. He decided not to gel back his hair and quickly dried it with a towel letting the lose strands fall over his eyes. He dressed in black slacks and a green t-shirt that showed off his perfectly toned muscles. Then he walked over to his bedside table and picked up a shiny badge with the letters HB engraved in it. Yes, Draco Malfoy had made Head Boy. He had received his supply list and congratulations later with the Head Boy badge carefully placed inside the envelope. It had come as no surprise but he had been pleased with himself anyways. He had informed his parents of the news right away and they had been thrilled. Okay, maybe thrilled was a bit of an exaggeration. His mother had hugged him and praised him, his father however had nodded and returned to reading the Prophet. Draco hadn't really expected anything more from his father. He had learned at a young age to not expect praise from his father for anything he did. Nothing he did was ever enough for Lucius Malfoy and Draco had learned to ignore his father's rejection. Pinning the Head Boy badge to the
collar of his green t-shirt, Draco grabbed his trunk and walked out of his room, down the winding staircase and out to the front door of Malfoy Manor. A house elf took his trunk and loaded it into the trunk of the ministry car his father had reserved for the ride to King's Cross. Draco took one last look at Malfoy Manor and stepped into the car.
Draco stepped on to platform nine and three-quarters and proceeded to board the train. He had already said goodbye to his parents outside of Kings Cross station. His mother had wanted to see him off as he boarded the Hogwarts express but his father had told her to stop being silly and that Draco was old enough to get on the train by himself. His father had then leaned in and whispered in Draco's ear, so softly so as not to be overheard, three words: "Don't disappoint me." He did all this while clutching Draco's shoulder in an iron-clad grip so Draco could not pull away. Draco knew that tomorrow he would have a new bruise curtsey of Lucius Malfoy. Draco found his friends, if you could call them that, sitting in a compartment near the back of the train. He opened the door his eyes all the while searching for her. He saw her sitting across from Crabbe and Goyle looking extremely board with the two dimwits. He sauntered over and sat down next to his queen. "Hi Pansy, how was your summer?"
"Draco! You made it. My summer was great thanks. How was yours?" replied Pansy, glad Draco had rescued her from dumb and dumber.
" Fine I guess. I missed you though." Draco said truthfully. He hadn't missed Pansy per-say, but he had missed having someone around to obey his every order. House Elves only obeyed some orders; Pansy did anything he asked of her. He used her. He knew it and so did she, but she had always wanted to be close to Draco and if that meant doing whatever he asked of her then so be it.
"Are you staying for the whole trip?" Pansy asked, hoped etched in every word.
"No, I've been made Head Boy" Draco answered pointing to the shiny badge on his collar. He watched as Pansy's smile slowly disappeared from her pug dog face. He knew that she didn't want to be left alone with brainless wonders again, but he couldn't help that. He had been made Head Boy and if that meant she'd have less time with him this year then she'd just have to learn to cope.
"Oh, I wonder who the Head Girl is?" Pansy asked mischievously.
"Don't know, don't care" Draco replied non-chalantly. This was a lie. He had been dying to know who she was since he received his badge earlier that summer. Was she from Slytherin as well? Would she be easy or difficult to work with? Would they be able to stand sharing a common room with each other for an entire year? These were just a few of the many questions burning inside of him. Inside of him a million questions dying to be answered, on the outside however, his facile expression remained calm and indifferent. When you lived with Lucius Malfoy you learned to keep your emotions buried at all times. Draco looked down at his expensive silver watch and realised that he had to start heading to the Heads compartment to meet the Head Girl. He said goodbye to Crabbe and Goyle, kissed Pansy and left the compartment. It took him a few minutes longer than he had anticipated to reach the Heads compartment at the front of the train. He had bumped into a group of third-year girls standing in the middle of the train gossiping. Already annoyed because he was a little late, Draco shoved them aside a little more roughly than he would of done if he was in a better mood and continued to the compartment. Reaching his destination, Draco stretched out his arm and hesitantly opened the door. He stepped inside and came face to face with the Head Girl.