Hello, guys! This is my first-ever fanfiction. By the way, We are going to disregard the whole "Umbridge" thing because it will ruin everything and stuff. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. If it's good, tell me, If it's bad, tell me too! Remember, this is the first time i'm posting here and I need as much as criticism as I need to become a great fanfiction writer. You may correct me if I made some errors. I'll be updating regularly since it is summer here and i'll have a lot of time. Anyway, let's go back to the story. Enjoy!

-Isabelle:)

*Draco's POV*

I woke up reluctantly at around 6:45 am in the morning. As I glanced out the window, the sun's beam so bright, almost blinding me, I yawned. It was the same thing every day. I wake up on a bed beside a large window, the sun's rays against my face, do the same boring things and go back to bed. This routine was getting old. And maybe that was why I felt the huge gaping hole in my chest lately. I wasn't doing anything new and I don't think I could do anything about it.

By the way, my name is Draco Malfoy. I am a Slytherin in the 5th year. I grew up in this really strict environment wherein I was raised to despise Mudbloods and have a belief that Purebloods were always the best. I didn't realize this was wrong until a certain someone came along. But right now, that's not the point.

I slid of my bed, yawning yet again. I was still slightly sleepy since I stayed up the other night working on my half-finished Potions essay. I changed to my robes in a slobby manner and didn't even bother to brush my teeth or make my hair look somewhat prepared instead of a bedhead.

I walked to to breakfast, trying my best not to look half-asleep. I ignored the looks at the hallways from the curious first-years. I would normally sneer at them or give them a look back, but I didn't. Instead, I went over to take a seat with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and the other Slytherins who were chattering loudly, which certainly didn't help my bad/sleepy mood.

"Oi, Draco." said Pansy, who looked like she was holding a laugh, "You have got to listen to what Crabbe said. It's about that scum Longbotton."

I didn't reply. I was more interested with playing with my food rather than listening to the old jokes. I was sure it would be hilarious, but like I said, It was the same old thing.

"Oi, Malfoy." said Pansy, looking slightly offended now, Which I didn't expect. I sort of expected her to be concerned or whatnot but I realized she was Pansy Parkinson and I was Draco Malfoy and we were like that. I looked up from my food and sighed heavily.

"Yes?"

"What's with the attitude?" she snapped. At first I thought that she was the one with the attitude and I was simply sitting here, minding my own business but then I thought I would be offended too.

"Nothing." I said, failing at hiding my grumpiness, "Badmorning."

Pansy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever."

And they continued chattering loudly as my eyes wandered around the room, watching everyone as a distraction of falling asleep when I noticed Potter, Weasley and Granger taking their seats. I sort of guessed they were having their own same routine everyday, but they looked happy about it. I wanted to ruin their happiness so I could feel better about the excuse of mine, but I didn't feel like it so I continued picking my food.

And they continued chattering loudly. And I just decided to listen.

"Ugh, there goes Potter and his cronies." sneered Pansy. She rolls her eyes better than anyone. She glanced at me, waiting for me to say something about them too, but I didn't, surprisingly.

"He may be famous or whatever, but I still think being associated with the Blood Traitor is the poorest choice he has ever made so far. And he makes a lot of poor choices." said Sam Dereks, a Slytherin in our year.

"Not to mention that Mudblood Granger."

And they laughed, but their laughter was soon interrupted.

"Oi, don't say that!"

And believe it or not, I was the one who said that. I was probably just as shocked as they were. And they were all staring at me indecorously. To make matters worse, Potter, Weasley and Granger heard everything, but decided to keep silent.

There was plain unbearable silence. I just secretly hoped someone would say something so I wouldn't have to experience this, but no one dared to, so I did.

"Um," I gulped, "I'm going to class." I was on my feet, and left the Great Hall, not daring to look back.

Well, that's it guys! I hope you like it! Sorry if it's bad, I'm still an amateur but hey, it's a good start. Remember to Review and Favorite! I need your criticism. Until next time!

-Isabelle:)