AN: Originally I planned to just write a oneshot- but like always I changed my mind. This is the first story I write from Draco's pov. (as the main pov.) And tbh this story is probably gonna be ridiculous. I hope you will like it :) and don't worry reviewer. I will change the rating to M for future chapters sake :)

Fucking Potter had the nerve to chuckle, at Draco's word and put his hand up.

"That would be me." He stated.

Draco glared at him, wishing he had the ability of a basilisk. Oh, how he would love to see everyone's stupid faces when their savior died at his hands. He clenched his fists, leaning in to mutter in Potter's personal space.

"Just you wait Potter."
Potter saluted and almost flowed back to his seat with the Weasel. Draco growled and directed his glare at the incompetent professor at the front. How dared he not taking action, when stupid bloody Potter admitted his guilt. Oh, he would get his revenge.

Draco vanished his potion with a flick of his wrist. No reason to save such a lousy excuse of an elixir. He would make the stupid professor have them repeat this potion in the next class. No way he would let Potters stunt ruin his potion grade. He huffed and glanced over his shoulder at the culprit. He was talking to the unbearable know it all. Of course he was. Draco snorted, before he let a smirk take over his face. The know it all's potion was also ruined.

It didn't take long for Draco to pack down his things and slip out of the classroom. He had a free period next and he was certainly going to use that well. He leaned against the wall outside the classroom, glaring at every Gryffindor who walked past him and dared to as much as look at him. He made sure his glare was extra nasty as the idiotic savior's friends walked past, but they didn't seem to pay his deathly glare any mind. Fucking mudblood and bloodtraiter. Draco hummed as the stream of students stilled off, before he reentered the classroom. Time to put on his charm.

Draco forced his face into a soft smile, before he approached the professors desk.

"Sir." He stated.

Waiting for the man to lift his head.

"Oh, mister Malfoy. Take a seat."

The man said, with a little too much enthusiasm for Draco's liking. Draco none the less took a seat, sitting straight and meeting the professors eyes as he spoke.

"Let us repeat today's potion again in the next class."
Slughorn seemed surprised at Draco's words, an almost humored glint in his eyes.

"Mister Malfoy, we don't have time for that."

Draco snorted, the before charming smile on his lips, now gone.

"Professor. It wasn't fair. Potter threw that powder and messed up my concentration. You didn't even punish him!" Draco retorted, annoyance clear in his voice.
Slughorn chuckled softly. Gesturing his hand towards something behind Draco. Draco turned, glaring as he realized what or rather who was behind him.

"Potter." He snorted.

Slughorn smiled fondly, before reaching over to pat Draco's hand.

"Mister Malfoy. Mister Potter have just gotten his punishment and I can't drop another already planned lesson, just because of his childish behavior."
At the word childish, Draco noticed Harry's eyes harden, the black haired teen interrupting whatever Slughorn might have wanted to continue saying.

"Excuse me sir, but it had its purpose." Potter's eyes darted towards him, making Draco snort.

"To ruin my potion grade? Really Potter. That's a low blow even for you." Draco huffed.

He watched Potter as the boy furrowed his brows, shrugging Draco's words off like they meant nothing. How dared he. This was Draco's future they were talking about! Slughorn shook his head in amusement.

"Boys please. Mister Malfoy." Slughorns eyes met Draco's. "This potion will have no effect on your grade and if it did it'd only be positive. You had gotten really far mister Malfoy."

Draco nodded, smirking as he glanced at Harry, when Sluhorns attention turned to him.

"And you mister Potter. I don't care what reasons you might have had, it was childish."

He dismissed the two of them with a wave of his hand, Draco stood up and strode out the classroom, Potter walking out behind him. Draco raised an eyebrow, turning towards the other teen as they left the potions classroom.
"so what was your punishment Potter? I need to make sure mine is twice as bad." Potter snorted at this.

"Oh Malfoy." Potter's tone made Draco squint his eyes at him, raising an eyebrow in question.

"You are my punishment. I have to work with you the rest of the year" Potter turned on his heel, Draco swore the other boy lifted both his eyebrows suggestively, before he walked away. This day truly couldn't get any weirder.

It turned out the day could get weirder. Draco had never imagined walking in on someone making out in moaning Myrtles bathroom, but of course he would. Of course it would be today. He had wanted some space, to let his mask fall and be alone, but no. As he entered the bathroom he was met by the sight of Greg making out with a blonde Ravenclaw boy. What the actual hell. Draco shuttered and slammed the door as he left the bathroom. He figured Greg could have found a worse person to make out with, but the image was still disturbingly gross.

Draco shook his head. He should never have gone to the bathroom. This was all Potter's fault. Him and his stupid handholding in Potions. Draco snorted. That was probably what had inspired Greg to go find his Ravenclaw. Draco shook his head. What the hell had Potter even been trying to achieve by holding his fucking hand. Draco sighed. Clearly something Gryffindor foolishness. He couldn't stop thinking about the way Greg had had his tongue stuck down the other boy's throat, unfortunately that had been rather clear from Draco's position and he was certain he'd never forget the sight.

He groaned in annoyance. If this day could get any worse he didn't want to experience the rest of it. He sighed. It wasn't like he had a choice in that matter though. He did have other classes today, after lunch. Which reminded Draco that he should probably go eat something, if he could get anything down. He made a gagging sound. Just the thought of food reminded him of Greg and that Ravenclaw boy.

Draco took a second to calm down his mind, before he put on the familiar mask of indifference and went down to lunch. Pansy was being unbearable chatty and Greg was looking towards the Ravenclaw table, with a sickening gaze, which upset Draco's stomach, so much he couldn't get a bite down.

"Draco what got your panties in a knot?" Pansy sniggered at him, making him scowl.

"Shut it Pansy." He retorted, only making her more persistent in her nagging him and poking his side.

He smacked her hand off him, huffing.

"Why don't you ask Greg where he is looking. I bet you'd like that gossip to reach your ears."

At his words Pansy shot her head up, looking towards Greg, whose eyes hadn't left the blonde Ravenclaw for even a second. Pansy chuckled.

"You mean his crush? Please Dray. It's so obvious, even your dear friend Potter would see it." She sent him a grin, which only worsened his mood.

"Potter is not my fucking friend. And trust me it's more than a crush." Draco raised an eyebrow, when Pansy furrowed her brows at him.

Greg seemed to realize they were talking about him and turned his attention towards their conversation.

"And how would you know that?" Pansy challenged.

Draco snorted. She should know by now that challenging him was never a good idea. He glanced at Greg.

"Greg was snogging his little Ravenclaw earlier." Greg looked horrified at Draco's words, his eyes going from his two housemates, to the blonde boy at the Ravenclaw table.

Pansy sniggered. "Oh stuff it Draco. Greg would have told me if they were finally dating, right?" She turned her attention to Greg, who was now spotting a particular deep blush, while sending the Ravenclaw table apologetic glances.

"Right?" Pansy repeated, her face now in a sour grimace, which most of all made her look like professor McGonagall on a good day.

Greg visible swallowed. "He- didn't want anyone to know yet." The rather big Slytherins voice was so small, Draco could barely recognize it as being Greg's.

Pansy exploded. Noone kept a secret from her.

"Gregory Goyle!" She screamed, successfully catching the rest of the Great halls attention.

"How dare you lie to me!" Greg visible grew smaller in his seat, slowly sliding to hide under the table.

Pansy was having none of that and with a unhumanly strength for a girl her size, pulled the other up.

"We're having a talk with your Ravenclaw. Go get him. Now!" Her voice was trembling in anger and anyone would be a fool if they didn't do as she said.

Greg was no fool. He jumped from the table, his eyes locked on the Ravenclaw, sending him looks Draco had no idea what meant, but which the Ravenclaw boy seemed to get without a second's hesitation. The boy stood and left the Great hall.

Pansy turned her attention to Draco. "And you young man. We will have our talk later!"

She stood up, glaring at Greg, which sent the male almost running out the Great hall. Draco lazily got up. This was something he wouldn't miss for anything in the world. Pansy's temper tantrums were always humoring when you weren't on the receiving end. Pansy held her chin high and strode out the Great hall, like she owned the place. Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.