Draco's eyes fluttered open as he awoke to another pointless day of his dreary school life. He immediately wondered what kind of mess Potter and Weasley would get into today, but figured he could never guess anyway and stayed in bed, staring into nothing before his alarm clock went off and he could finally get up. He got dressed and looked at himself in the mirror. He would definitely prefer being able to wear his favorite hoodie instead of these insipid robes, and thought about writing to his father about it, but decided against it and walked oit of the common room, not bothering to take his books with him, since someone else always did it. He never could remember the boy's name, but he wasn't interested in the slightest to know either.
The corridors were still pretty much empty, not surprising, as it was still too early for classes, and breakfast would have been just brought into the dining hall. He preferred eating early, he found that he could avoid annoying people, which was pretty much everyone, that way and he certainly was not interested in watching Potter and Weasley start another food fight, once had been quite enough. As he sat down and put a piece of toast on his plate his eyes wandered the room. That girl with the messy hair was sitting at the Gryffindor table with her nose stuck in a book, barely touching her food, and there were a few Hufflepuffs at their table, snoozing off as they had no doubt had another one of their late night parties. Draco could hear them from the corridor nearly every night, but had never bothered to tell a teacher about the ruckus, as they'd no doubt not believe it anyway. No, the Hufflepuffs were untouchable in terms of making them look bad. Turns out having the reputation of being the nice and boring house really did come with its benefits.
Draco turned and saw two lonely Ravenclaws getting into a heated argument over wizard chess, and sighed before finishing his toast. The food tasted great, and it was one of the few pleasures Draco would always look forward to, even though it was merely a weak comfort. Another slice of toast later and he was all set to head out. More people had poured into the dining hall, and he thought he spotted a vibrantly red head amongst them, and did not want to take any chances. He wandered around the castlle for a while, pondering. What would be the emptiest room that he could get into at this time of day? He didn't want to accidentally run run into Peeves, although he could hear him teasing some first years you never knew when he would switch targets. The Astronomy Tower was generally locked when classes were not in session, but that's nothing a little spell can't take care of.
When he arrived he found the door already unlocked, and he slowly made his way up the stairs, he didn't want to run into an unsuspecting couples on the way, but there were none. This was odd, since most people avoided the tower, except for those annoying lovers whom obviously didn't have anything better to do than disturb others. He reached the top of the stares and was met with a curious sight. The girl with the wild hair was leaning against the rail, and she was murmuring to an owl. The book was laying on the floor by her feet, and he could barely make out the title from his hiding spot - The Complete Fairy Tales by Hans Christian Andersen. Draco had never before seen the book, or heard of the author, but then again he seldom read children's stories. Never, actually.
The girl was still talking to the owl, he had a hard time hearing what she was saying, but it seemed to be a full on conversation, such as people have with close friends. Of course he didn't know much about them, the only friend he'd ever had was Blaise, but they weren't really close. Draco didn't despise him like he did all the others, but he didn't really like him either. He observed the girl for a longer time than he had intended to, and the walked down the stairs again. He went to the Slytherin common room, but it was filled with a loud buzzing, so he wandered the corridors until his first class started. He sat down at the table in his potions classroom and pushed his books to the side. He rested his head in his palm and tried not to get annoyed at the people who loudly started pouring into the room, chatting and laughing. Finally the teacher arrived and hushed them down, when he turned to the blackboard the girl from before came running from the door and sat down in the front before the teacher turned again.
Draco barely listened as the teacher started talking, he looked around the classroom, observing the ignorant people who surrounded him. Potter and Weasley was stirring up something in the back as per usual, but the teacher just went on, ignoring them, as per usual. He asked the class a question, and a few hands went up in the air.
"Yes, miss Granger?"
The girl that he had seen in the Astronomy Tower gave him the correct answer and earned Gryffindor 5 points. The system was a joke, teachers regularly gave their favorite students more points than others, and in the end Dumbledore just handed out points as it suited him. Slytherin had, of course, won the house cup a fair amount of times, but Draco couldn't care less. School was merely a hindrance in his intellectual growth, and he pitied the fools that didn't realize they were wasting their lives in this institution.
When they were dismissed the wild-haired girl had earned Gryffindor an extra 15 points, and Draco was happy to get out of there. He had and hour and a half until his next class, and he hurried out, not bothering with his books, eager to get away from his tedious house mates. They had stopped asking him to join them by now, but still tried to talk to him on occasion. Something he was happy to avoid.