Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story line, as it is all J.K
Rowling's, and I really don't want to put this at the top of every chapter,
so shall we just say that this applies to the rest of the story? Done. Good
Muggles.
Draco snarled. That Mudblood Granger was sitting there in the stands, cheering her 'beloved' on. She shouldn't even be allowed at the school. Hell, she shouldn't even have been told that she was a witch, what with her coming in and showing up all the Purebloods. What in the world did she think she was? Surely not anything worth talking about, even.
He shivered with a rush of adrenaline as he flitted down almost to the ground. There! To his left! He scurried on his broom to catch the Snitch before the weasel Potter did. Ha. Serves that little bastard right to knock him off his pedestal right onto his bloody arse. He thought he was all that, just because he had survived with little more than a repulsive scar on his forehead. That little scar. It made all the girls just fall all over him, and not over Draco. Why, I am absolutely stunning, he thought to himself. Girls should trample Potter just so they could get a glimpse at me.
And, in all manners of thinking, they should. Draco was beautiful, with his pale, almost albino-like hair, and his clear grey eyes. But no. All the girls at Hogwarts (if one could call them girls) seemed to like boys with ratty, rumpled hair, and eyes the colour of limes. They made Draco's mouth pucker, as if in a bitter taste, whenever they caught and tugged at his thoughts. "I'll get him one of these days," he muttered in outright anger. But right now, he had to attend to the Golden Snitch.
Potter was coming up on the right, best to knock him off his broomstick. But, it would be even better to snatch the Snitch fair and square, not even so much as treating Potter to the cobbing he deserved.
"And Slytherin has caught the Snitch, winning the match 170 to 60!" the announcer called out in his magically amplified voice. "That means that Slytherin has a win record of 2-0, compared to Gryffindor's now 1-1 record!"
Draco chuckled at the look of venom Potter threw at him as he flew past. "Serves you right, maggot," he spoke softly in a voice destined only for Potter to hear.
Later, as Draco waited for his housemates to come in and congratulate him on his stunning win, he pondered. He pondered as to the moment that he knew his hatred of Potter exceeded any other feelings he might have. He wondered if that Nancy boy felt the same way about him. Suddenly, Draco knew he had to get out f the castle. Maybe go down to the Three Broomsticks, for a mug of Butterbeer. No, he decided, that would not help anything at all. So, he sat back down in his chair and waited for the adoring masses to arrive.
They came in just as he was settling back down. "Oh, Draco dear, you were beyond belief! Potter's face was hilarious as he realized that his, ahem, archenemy had just beaten him to the Snitch! You were wonderful," Pansy said as she leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Not now, Pansy. I'm not in the mood." Draco sighed, as he pushed her away from him.
"Not in the mood? But you always are after you win. And I am too." she whimpered, trying to get Draco to give into her advances.
"Yeah, well, just leave me alone." He stood up." I'm going to my room. AND DON"T FOLLOW ME." He said in warning.
Draco stalked up to his room and slammed the door. Pansy hadn't helped his temper any. He sulked his way over to his desk, and grudgingly started on his midterm homework that those teachers had assigned to him. Anything to get his mind off.whatever it was on. After awhile, he got up and slumped onto his bed. He lie there for a time, and finally fell asleep.
His dreams were odd: a girl in gold and red robes, with auburn curls covering her face and making her unidentifiable. She was standing on a field, with a sense of extreme sadness exuding from her. She didn't move, or even seem aware that someone was watching her. Just as the wind finally blew her hair away from her visage, the door to the chamber slammed, and Draco sat bolt upright. "What in bloody hell do you think you are doing, barging into my room like that, Goyle?"
"I'm s-s-sorry," he stammered, "But they told me to wake you up. It's suppertime, and you always get grumpy when you miss d-d-dinner"
"Ah. Well then," Draco stated, his mood appeased by Goyle's obvious terror of his wrath, "Let's head down, shall we? Just give me a moment to.compose myself." He ducked into the lavatory, and straightened his tousled locks. Then he left his chamber, and led his gang down to dinner.
At dinner, of course, the entire Slytherin house sat together at their table, discussing various topics. However, they mostly stayed on the topic of Draco's astounding win earlier that afternoon.
"Ha! It was great! And, uh. It was great!" exclaimed Crabbe, speaking in his customary short and unintelligent sentences. "You whopped Potter's arse!"
"Thank you for that wonderful oratory. Now shut your trap," Draco hissed, "While I tell of some other recent.exploits."
"Oh, do tell, Draco. What have you done, you wondrous tormentor, you?" Pansy shrieked over the dull roar of the crowd. For once, she wasn't clinging to Draco side like a magnet. "I'm sure it was ever so much fun. Why didn't you invite me along?"
"Because, you simpering idiot, you would have either cried out when I slew that Acromantula or else-"
"Those are spiders, aren't they? Ew! Spiders! I hate spiders!" she cried out as she received an affirmative nod from Draco. "Thank God you didn't sham me into coming. You're so cruel!"
Draco heaved a sigh, since he knew it would take quite some time before Pansy slowed down her ranting about how 'icky spiders are'. Instead of waiting for that far-off instant, he started discussing his winter break plans. He was turning seventeen the day the interlude started, and his father, Lucius, had promised him he would take him dragon sighting in Hungary. Draco was looking forward to this with the utmost urgency. He felt that his life was impossibly dull, and that he should get out and do something. He mentioned this to one of his fellow seventh years, named Kadlec. Kadlec agreed with Draco completely as to how their lives were being wasted with the years spent in Hogwarts, and how he was glad they only had that year left. This discussion occupied them until well after dinner, and almost to bedtime.
"I just want some danger, a little change in our tediously planned lives," Kadlec stated for somewhere along the sixth time that night. "I hate having to do whatever my parents tell me to, answering to their every beck and call. It just irks me to think, that with all their house-elves, that they can't just get one of them to do what they want me to do."
"I know how you feel, exactly." They had settled down into a long night of discussion, as teenagers tend to do about how their hormonally charged lives are horrid. However, elsewhere in Hogwarts, three people were having a very different conversation.
Draco snarled. That Mudblood Granger was sitting there in the stands, cheering her 'beloved' on. She shouldn't even be allowed at the school. Hell, she shouldn't even have been told that she was a witch, what with her coming in and showing up all the Purebloods. What in the world did she think she was? Surely not anything worth talking about, even.
He shivered with a rush of adrenaline as he flitted down almost to the ground. There! To his left! He scurried on his broom to catch the Snitch before the weasel Potter did. Ha. Serves that little bastard right to knock him off his pedestal right onto his bloody arse. He thought he was all that, just because he had survived with little more than a repulsive scar on his forehead. That little scar. It made all the girls just fall all over him, and not over Draco. Why, I am absolutely stunning, he thought to himself. Girls should trample Potter just so they could get a glimpse at me.
And, in all manners of thinking, they should. Draco was beautiful, with his pale, almost albino-like hair, and his clear grey eyes. But no. All the girls at Hogwarts (if one could call them girls) seemed to like boys with ratty, rumpled hair, and eyes the colour of limes. They made Draco's mouth pucker, as if in a bitter taste, whenever they caught and tugged at his thoughts. "I'll get him one of these days," he muttered in outright anger. But right now, he had to attend to the Golden Snitch.
Potter was coming up on the right, best to knock him off his broomstick. But, it would be even better to snatch the Snitch fair and square, not even so much as treating Potter to the cobbing he deserved.
"And Slytherin has caught the Snitch, winning the match 170 to 60!" the announcer called out in his magically amplified voice. "That means that Slytherin has a win record of 2-0, compared to Gryffindor's now 1-1 record!"
Draco chuckled at the look of venom Potter threw at him as he flew past. "Serves you right, maggot," he spoke softly in a voice destined only for Potter to hear.
Later, as Draco waited for his housemates to come in and congratulate him on his stunning win, he pondered. He pondered as to the moment that he knew his hatred of Potter exceeded any other feelings he might have. He wondered if that Nancy boy felt the same way about him. Suddenly, Draco knew he had to get out f the castle. Maybe go down to the Three Broomsticks, for a mug of Butterbeer. No, he decided, that would not help anything at all. So, he sat back down in his chair and waited for the adoring masses to arrive.
They came in just as he was settling back down. "Oh, Draco dear, you were beyond belief! Potter's face was hilarious as he realized that his, ahem, archenemy had just beaten him to the Snitch! You were wonderful," Pansy said as she leaned down to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Not now, Pansy. I'm not in the mood." Draco sighed, as he pushed her away from him.
"Not in the mood? But you always are after you win. And I am too." she whimpered, trying to get Draco to give into her advances.
"Yeah, well, just leave me alone." He stood up." I'm going to my room. AND DON"T FOLLOW ME." He said in warning.
Draco stalked up to his room and slammed the door. Pansy hadn't helped his temper any. He sulked his way over to his desk, and grudgingly started on his midterm homework that those teachers had assigned to him. Anything to get his mind off.whatever it was on. After awhile, he got up and slumped onto his bed. He lie there for a time, and finally fell asleep.
His dreams were odd: a girl in gold and red robes, with auburn curls covering her face and making her unidentifiable. She was standing on a field, with a sense of extreme sadness exuding from her. She didn't move, or even seem aware that someone was watching her. Just as the wind finally blew her hair away from her visage, the door to the chamber slammed, and Draco sat bolt upright. "What in bloody hell do you think you are doing, barging into my room like that, Goyle?"
"I'm s-s-sorry," he stammered, "But they told me to wake you up. It's suppertime, and you always get grumpy when you miss d-d-dinner"
"Ah. Well then," Draco stated, his mood appeased by Goyle's obvious terror of his wrath, "Let's head down, shall we? Just give me a moment to.compose myself." He ducked into the lavatory, and straightened his tousled locks. Then he left his chamber, and led his gang down to dinner.
At dinner, of course, the entire Slytherin house sat together at their table, discussing various topics. However, they mostly stayed on the topic of Draco's astounding win earlier that afternoon.
"Ha! It was great! And, uh. It was great!" exclaimed Crabbe, speaking in his customary short and unintelligent sentences. "You whopped Potter's arse!"
"Thank you for that wonderful oratory. Now shut your trap," Draco hissed, "While I tell of some other recent.exploits."
"Oh, do tell, Draco. What have you done, you wondrous tormentor, you?" Pansy shrieked over the dull roar of the crowd. For once, she wasn't clinging to Draco side like a magnet. "I'm sure it was ever so much fun. Why didn't you invite me along?"
"Because, you simpering idiot, you would have either cried out when I slew that Acromantula or else-"
"Those are spiders, aren't they? Ew! Spiders! I hate spiders!" she cried out as she received an affirmative nod from Draco. "Thank God you didn't sham me into coming. You're so cruel!"
Draco heaved a sigh, since he knew it would take quite some time before Pansy slowed down her ranting about how 'icky spiders are'. Instead of waiting for that far-off instant, he started discussing his winter break plans. He was turning seventeen the day the interlude started, and his father, Lucius, had promised him he would take him dragon sighting in Hungary. Draco was looking forward to this with the utmost urgency. He felt that his life was impossibly dull, and that he should get out and do something. He mentioned this to one of his fellow seventh years, named Kadlec. Kadlec agreed with Draco completely as to how their lives were being wasted with the years spent in Hogwarts, and how he was glad they only had that year left. This discussion occupied them until well after dinner, and almost to bedtime.
"I just want some danger, a little change in our tediously planned lives," Kadlec stated for somewhere along the sixth time that night. "I hate having to do whatever my parents tell me to, answering to their every beck and call. It just irks me to think, that with all their house-elves, that they can't just get one of them to do what they want me to do."
"I know how you feel, exactly." They had settled down into a long night of discussion, as teenagers tend to do about how their hormonally charged lives are horrid. However, elsewhere in Hogwarts, three people were having a very different conversation.