Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. (Or anyone else, for that matter. I am not a fan of slavery.)
Note: This fanfic starts off slowly, and I am not a good writer.
Draco Malfoy sat down in Potions. (Author: That's probably the WORST book opening ever.) He looked over at where Hermione Granger was sitting with Potter and the Weasel. "Attention!" Snapebarked from the front of the classroom. The professor
gave instructions while Draco doodled in the back of his notebook. A few minutes later, Blaise Zabini nudged Draco's arm. "Were you paying attention this time?" Blaise asked. Draco nodded and kept doodling. Blaise looked over Draco's shoulder. "Liar."
Draco slammed his notebook shut.