A/N: Well, here we go…
Is There Such Thing as "Far too Perfect?"
Chapter 1: Inheritance
With tremendous force the train sped past the country, which seemed somewhat a blur through the rain that beat down on the roof and splattered the windows.
"So, Draco, did you hear about the dance?" Pansy giggled in her high, enthusiastic, overly annoying voice.
However the blonde boy she continued to hang on, Draco Malfoy, was clearly unaware of her presents as he stared somlmny out the stormy window.
"Draco!"
He jerked and looked away from the rain at her scowling (somewhat engrossing) face.
"Huh?"
Her glare hardened, telling him she was deeply insulted.
"Are you listening?" She hissed, her curly hair fell from behind her ears framing her pug-like face. "Hello?"
"Yah," he said suddenly, "Yah, I'm listening, now what was that?"
She narrowed her eyes, snorted somewhat, and turned her face away from him, crossing her arms; profoundly offended he hadn't been hanging on her every word.
Rolling his harsh gray eyes he stared back out the window, surly they should have been there by now.
With a sudden sly grin (meaning another "Malfoy" idea had sprang to mind) he stood up, what else to do when you're not only a Malfoy, but a board Malfoy?
He stared around his compartment, at once it went quiet, all the girls holding their breath, staring at him, waiting for him to speak.
Draco sneered contently, he had gained that sense of power from his father, the respect of silence, some referred to as fear…but what did they know?
"Crabbe, Goyle," He said shortly, glancing at the two troll like boys that stood in the far corner of the compartment, resembling rather ugly statues. Draco jerked his head to his right and slid over the insulted pug. Motioning for the two boys to follow him he sauntered to the door.
As he entered the second to last row of seats he smirked. He knew it, they, again, were in the end compartment.
Sliding the door open he watched in amusement as three hateful faces turned to meet him.
"Must you freaks always sit in the back?" He asked, leaning on the doorframe.
"Bug off Malfoy." The red head gritted his teeth to the point that he spat.
"Now, now, now, we're all mature young adults here, call me Draco."
At this to his satisfaction Ron stood up.
He watched as Potter and Granger followed suite.
"Fine Draco, leave." Hermione said, exasperated, grabbing the back Ron's robes.
His smile widened.
"Well, I do believe it's a free country." He hissed calmly, as Crabbe and Goyle chortled behind him.
"That wasn't a request." Glamour boy glared, dipping his hand in her robes.
"Let's keep our heads here, surly you don't want to get us all in trouble." He grinned.
"Malfoy, just leave." Granger shot quickly.
"I told you it's Draco, and I'm not going anywhere until I see fit."
"I'll give you fit!" In a swift movement Ron had charged at him, but was stopped almost immediately by Harry, who seemed to think that fighting was just as inappropriate as magic.
Draco smiled, he had got what he wanted, the three were quite upset.
Turning on his heel he gave them a sarcastic wave.
"See you all at the feast…"
A/N: So, what do you think? This was more of an introduction, they get longer. It gets really good and really sweet and Draco turns out being just as big a brat as he always is! Sounds fun huh? PLEASE REVIEW! This is the first chapter so I'm only asking for about 10 reviews, 9 will cut it, but please, I beg you! If you read review!
