AN - thank you for those who reviewed, it made me smile when i read them. here is chapter two...

Chapter 2

"DRACO!" Draco Malfoy's blond head snapped up at the sound of his father screaming his name, WHAT? Was the response that Draco wanted to scream, but he knew that if he did he would get punished into the next century. "DRACO MALFOY, don't make me call you again!"

Draco knew that this was the moment to make an appearance, or he would not be seeing outside of his house for the next few years. "Yes father." Draco walked into the study; a folder lay on the desk.

"These are your latest results," Draco sighed before his father even got out the first word. He knew what this was about. Failure was not in his father's vocabulary, nor would it ever be. "They are unacceptable!"

"Yes father." Draco knew what to say, knew how to hang his head as if he was ashamed, and knew just how his father wanted him to act. Draco hadn't noticed his mother sneak into the room, "Keep it down Lucius," Mother didn't want anyone to know, especially not the staff.

"This has nothing to do with you," The senior Malfoy dismissed his wife with a wave of his hand. It annoyed Draco just how easily his mother took commands. She never had a bad word to say about his father either, even though he knew that his father was a complete arsehole to her.

Draco knew that his bad results was just another thing for his father to threaten his with, as if his father had read his mind, Mr. Malfoy opened his mouth. "I could always send you to boarding school, Dartmoor would take you."

"Why? Because you would buy them a new library? A set of new classrooms?" Draco paused; he knew that he was pushing his luck. "I like Coldwater, I want to stay there."

"I want, I want." His father stood up – never a good sign! Draco was mentally screaming at himself to 'leave the room!' but his feet just didn't listen. "Do you ever think about what the people around you want?"

"Or what you want." Draco hissed, but it seemed to be low enough for his father not to hear. "I have to go to school."

His father waved him away with the promise that they weren't finished. The argument of his moving to a rich kid school was never over. Every time Draco stepped a toe over the line, he was whipped back with the promise of boarding school. Draco passed Vitania on his way out of his father's house. "Would you like me to fetch your car, sir?"

Vitania was hardly older than himself; she had to take this job to support her family. "I can do it myself!" He snapped, he hadn't meant to snap at her, but he couldn't help it. "Sorry, Vitania."

"So you want me to fetch the car."

"No, just leave me be!" he could hear her backing away, but he didn't turn to look at her. Instead, he just started marching towards the car.

He flung his stuff into the passenger seat; Blaise Zabini – his best friend – had said he didn't want a lift this morning. He had probably stayed over at some girl's house. The weekend for Blaise was never over.

Draco smashed his head into the driving wheel and didn't raise it until he heard his phone beeping. He ran a hand through his unruly blond hair and pulled down the mirror to check what he looked like.

No red rings surrounded his grey eyes, but they still looked a little bloodshot. He hadn't been getting much sleep lately, not with the homework piling up on his desk.

He ignored the phone, nothing was very important to him anymore. His friends thought he got everything handed to him easily; he was rich, good looking and was never short of female attention. Though, what they didn't know was that his father was a complete and utter moron – there were a lot ruder words that Draco could used to describe him; pushy bastard was one of them. There was nothing that Draco could do that would ever please his father enough for him to be happy that he had Draco for a son.

It wasn't enough that he was taking 5 A-levels or that he was captain of nearly all the sports that his school could ever run. He was passing – and doing a hell of a lot better than every other student at Coldwater Academy – but it never mattered to his father. Anything lower than 100% was bad.

He pulled the car in to stop at the lot. He was way too early. The only kids there were the...well, he was the only kid there.

After grabbing his bags from the car, he made a bee-line for the gym. Whenever he found something he couldn't control – and his father was one of these things – he pushed himself into the things that he could control. Usually sports. Other times, relationships.

His relationship with Pansy Parkinson had happened after he got a telling off for getting a B on a test. He had to admit that he wasn't the greatest with her – in fact, even he had to admit that he was a complete and utter bastard with her. Though, what Pansy had faced, Astoria Greengrass had faced worse. His relationship with the beautiful – yet unarguably dim – Astoria had spiralled from the yelling he had gotten when he had been expelled for a week.

Technically, all of Draco Malfoy's relationships had stemmed from his inability to control his home life, and he felt the need to treat them as badly as he could because he...well, it was because he just could. They were all was too in love with him for their own good.

Draco stole the innocence of young girls and then dropped them. All in all, if you were a girl who preferred personality over looks – because Draco definitely wasn't short of anything that was visually appealing! – it would be prudent to stay away from him.

Though, most of the girls at Coldwater Academy weren't the smartest bunch, so it meant that Draco was certainly never short of female attention. That was why he wasn't surprised when girls – after seeing his swanky car parked in the lot so early in the morning – started to flood into the gym to watch him work out.

And, boy was it a sight. After about twenty minutes, Blaise Zabini finally found his best friend and dragged him out of the gym. Blaise knew that whenever Draco arrived so early, it wasn't good. Though, he didn't push. It was kind of an unspoken agreement between them. Sort of like an, I will stay out of your business if you stay well away from mine.

It helped that they knew each other inside out, so they rarely had to ask what the problem was anyway. Most of the time, they just knew. Blaise knew as soon as he saw Draco in the gym that things this morning had probably spiralled south. But, he didn't comment. He waited for his friend to open his mouth.

But he didn't. He just pushed passed Blaise and in to the changing rooms. He pushed down his shorts from his hips and pulled on a pair of jeans. Oh how he wished Blaise hadn't interrupted. Penny Gervain had been making eyes at him, by the end of the day she could have been another notch on Draco Malfoy's long belt. That was just what he needed, but Zabini pulled him away from that enticing situation.

"You know what Blaise?" Malfoy called from the far end of the changing room. He didn't wait for his friend to answer, and just carried on speaking, "Sometimes I fucking hate your guts."

"But..." Blaise trailed off for Malfoy to pick up his sentence, smirking and knowing full well that he was pissing his best mate off.

"But nothing Zabini," Malfoy pulled a t-shirt over his head and smiled over at his friend, "That's it, you are a bloody pain in my arse!"

"Yeah, but you still live me really?"

"I always knew you guys would confess your love for each other soon enough!" Theo Nott walked into the changing room and glanced at his friends. "Thanks for the lift Draco!"

Draco stared at his friend, "You never said you wanted one!"

"I thought we knew each other well enough now to not have to say things directly to each other!" Draco realised his friend was joking and he pushed him lightly with his rucksack.

"We have a lesson to go to." Blaise reminded them and then pulled the out of the room and in to the corridor.

Draco walked in the middle of his two friends and even though he wasn't actually the group leader, he did usually call the shots. "Registration does not count as a lesson!" Theo whined but Draco slapped him on the backside of his head.

"It's that kind of attitude that gives you failing grades and a bad reputation." Draco joked, though Theo turned towards him.

"If you are so concerned about going to lessons, why don't you just fuck off and go to that bloody boarding school that your father keeps promising to send you too?"

"Arsehole!" Draco smirked as he said it, knowing that it was supposed to be a joke but a voice in the back of his mind kept telling him to 'watch out because it could just as easily become a reality!'.

"Thank you."

"Hey, hey boys!" the voice came from none other than Astoria Greengrass. Whatever Draco did, he could never do something bad enough to get her off their backs. She linked arms with Draco, who quickly disentangled himself and hissed, "Astoria, We have boys business to discuss, so be a good girl..." he trailed off and made a dismissing gesture with his hand.

"Why do you have to such an arse to her, Draco!" Theo always stuck up for the girls that idolised Draco, but got nothing but cruelty in return.

Draco leaned back and laughed, placing his hands casually behind his head – and in the process flexing his muscles and making half the girls swoon. "If you want to fuck her, be my guest!"

"You know that is not what he means, Malfoy." Blaise looked completely uninterested in the conversation, but Draco knew that Blaise also disagreed with his complete disregard of the girls feelings. Eugh! Feelings. He hated that word.

Draco looked at both of his friend's judgemental expressions, "What got your knickers in a twist, Blaise? And I thought you were PMSing last week, Theo!"

"You are really such an arse, Malfoy!" Theo hissed as the teacher walked in. And a new student followed him in.

It was easy to tell who the new students were at Coldwater Academy. They just stuck out like sore thumbs. She had that naive expression that made her look all innocent and perfect.

He knew before she even opened her mouth that she was going to be a rich bitch. Maybe Astoria would find someone as dim as herself in the new girl. Though, there was something different about her. The tight fitting jeans had her pegged for a girl who wanted to show her – undoubtedly – amazing figure, but it didn't match the large pull over jumper or ball cap she wore.

She pulled off a baseball cap as the teacher reminded her that no hats were to be worn in the building, and a mane of curly brown hair tumbled down her back. It wasn't crazy looking, but could be classed under unruly. As she turned to face the class a light pink tint graced her cheeks and she pulled her lips in to a shy smile. "This is Miss, Hermione Granger." The teacher introduced her to the class, "Please make her feel welcome. Take a seat."

"Yes, sir." As soon as she spoke those two words the heads of every pupil snapped towards her. Politeness was rarely ever heard within the halls of Coldwater Academy. Even the teacher looked surprised.

"Uh oh!" Theo looked over Draco and towards Blaise.

"What?" Blaise asked.

"Another girl for Draco to fuck with."

"Don't worry fellas," Draco looked over to them. "She's not my type at all."

Authors Note; So what did you guys think? i hope you guys like it.

Now; I want to get your guys opinion on whether I should make Hermione a bit of a bad-ass. so instead of her being all timid and shy, I kind of wanted her to be able to stick up for herself...which in my head would probably be able to piss Draco off more.

Do you guys think it would be better for me to leave her as shy and timid or make her bad-ass?

Kate x