He strolled the halls with Zambo and Trae, making their way to the dining hall, his hands stuffed into his trousers, white shirt still glowing, no dust marks to be found. He nudged Blaise and nodded his head forward to a girl in front of him. She was small, no other way to describe her; Short, small shoulders, tight waist, hips, ass – the most important of all. Blaise smiled, tightening his grip around Trae's shoulders. He walked up, taking a hand out of one of his pockets. She was eyeballing the ceilings, high, paintings all down the way of the Slytherin dungeons of the Salazar. He couldn't say he blamed her, they were breath-taking especially to newcomers. He had heard the stories behind all of the paintings at least a hundred times. Every founder of their house had donated something to the start of the school, Salazar and his paintings, and the entire potions wing of the school. He was pretty sure the others had contributed as well, but the most contribution was from Godric, presenting Hogwarts with the sorting hat, which this girl before him was about to sit under, jump for joy under when she got a house, and then go on about learning magic, completely oblivious to the meaning behind the paintings, statues, tapestries, and the storing hat.

"They say the Salazar had these all painted in tribute to his finding the house, and his great donations to the school of course," He said as they stopped to look up at one particularly profound. Salazar stood tall, staff in right hand, around the top the handle turned into a snake head with emerald eyes.
"Such a great man, built a great foundation," He said cooly turning to her. She smiled shyly back to him, "Draco, Draco Malfoy," He said sticking out his hand. She graced it lightly with hers giving her name in return, "Madison Regal."
"You know, I could show you great things miss Regal," He said propping up against the wall crossing his arms, infamous smirk spread across his face.

From afar, she could hear a flirtatious laugh, a giggle, a sound she had heard many times, by deplorable girls, with screwed up priorities and low self-esteem, yes this was the all too familiar call of the desperate. She narrowed her eyes through the people pouring into the dining hall, spotted her, blondie outrageous ass, leaned up against the dark folds of the corridor talking to or flirting with Malfoy. She smirked herself, perfect opportunity. She stopped, flung her hair over her shoulder revealed her bare shoulder. She sat down on a bench outside of the dining hall and readjusted the strap on her black stiletto heels. She sat up straight, straighter, arched her back a little. Put both of her hands in her hair and ran her fingers through.

He noticed her. He couldn't help but watch her from the corner of his eye. She was completely messing up his mackin'game. He got the number, but as the ass walked away, he couldn't help but rest his eyes on the goddess on the bench before him, loosening her curls with slim fingers.
She stood up and pressed her earrings in, putting her black clutch under her arm.
"Evening Granger," He said approaching her calmly.
"Evening, Mr. Malfoy," She whispered smiling.
"I see you haven't hesitated to making new friends," She stated.
"I see you're gorgeous as ever tonight," He said sugarcoating each word. The sound of his voice like that almost made her sick. It took all she could muster to keep her face from contorting into a sneer.
"God, you know sometimes I wish I had a video camera, at least then I'd have proof of your mercurial personality." She said snidely.
"Why so nasty, you know that's no way for a young lady with such promise as yourself to act." He whispered moving closer to her. Her body reacted to his moving in sync with his. "Did you forget? I'm just a lowly mudblood. Must have never been taught any manners before,"
"Kinky." He whispered. He could feel the heat in his trousers, time to cut this one off. Her jaw dropped kinky?; seriously? She felt the anger boil in her veins, She heard the headmaster starting without them.
"You know, you're missing all the fresh meat in there," She whispered.
"I'll take a woman over a girl any day."
"Malfoy, I refuse to be the next girl you get into bed, or janitor closet, or have a bathroom quickie with. Its just not my style, plus I don't kiss and tell. Face it, I'll forever be the one that got away, getting away… right now, See ya around," She said turning on heel to walk away.
"Aren't you going in?" He called after her standing her wake of superiority and spite.
"Don't think so, they've already started," She said without turning her head; Her heels clicking off the walls, the ceiling, off of Salazar himself.
"Risqué Annie, let me walk you," She stopped. He walked towards her. "Don't think this makes us friends or anything – you're still Malfoy. I just don't want anyone to snatch me up its less likely with a guy your size next to me," She said cockily.
"Whoa Granger, don't get ahead of yourself, I'm no more than an enemy, and what kind of enemy am I to not know you well enough," He sneered playfully.

Her heels clicked, off the walls, echoed in his brain, kept him in a trance to watch her hips sway back and forth as she walked in the revealing dress. She pressed her lips together, rolling them out and catching her bottom with her teeth as she stared up the changing staircase. She wanted to turn around and tell him no, go to the dining hall, the shortcut beneath the staircase would be a hell of a lot more comfortable than treading up seven flights of moving stairs. He laughed at her as they took their first wobbly steps on to the staircase, as it immediately changed to the next stair case.
"Oh God," Hermione said looking down at the ground so far beneath them. She reached over and grabbed his arm with both of her hands to try and steady herself.
"What's wrong? Can't handle the stairs?" Draco smirked at her.
"God, ever since I was a kid, we would take plane rides across the ocean to the states, I've always been scared of heights. This is making my toes tingle." She said clenching his arm. He noticed as she closed her eyes waiting or the staircase to stop, like she was on a bad roller coaster ride. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her on a broom, in control; and if she was, it most definitely wasn't too far from the ground.
"You know come to think of it I don't think I've seen you too high up before." He said stepping onto solid ground. He could see the instant relief in her person as she placed a heel onto the solid, unmoving concrete.
"You haven't. It scares me more than anything to be up high." She said. He laughed, "But flying is the best feeling in the world." He said, "How could you be magical and not like to fly?"
"Simple, I'm magical and I don't like to fly." He smirked at her.
"You should really try and enjoy it more, not everyone gets the perks, you know, it really is a beautiful sight once you get into the air." Draco said looking down to her. The normally lengthy walk to the seventh floor was seemingly shortened this time, the conversation wasn't much of anything other than picking, flirting, and laughter mostly on Hermione's part, but much smiling on Draco's behalf. He stopped steps before the painting, knowing it was the entrance to Gryffindor, but not wanting to invade the privacy of the house. She turned to him, smiling, and her eyes absolutely glowing green. At that moment, for the first time his feet felt like hundred pound weights. He felt like he was glued to the spot, his gut turned as she turned to walk away. He reached out and grabbed her arm at a fault he couldn't understand himself. It was like his body was rebelling against him. His skin instantly began to clam up and his palms broke out into a cold sweat.
"Such nerve, so much potential, no fear in anything Miss Granger, very well played." He said, "Looks like this is where I leave." He turned to leave, "Goodnight Draco," She said.

"Goodnight Hermione," He said walking away. He stuffed his hands back into his pockets and tilted his head back a little to stare up at the starry night ceiling. "This is insane," He breathed out shaking his head trying to shake her from his memory. He growled at himself and his thoughts.

'That house, those people lower than dirt, always craving attention, always the goody-goodies.' He thought now sneering down at his polished loafers. 'I mean really, what am I doing with her, here now? Have I completely lost my mind? This is ridiculous, this is asinine, this is… is…
In a way, its very… ambiguous...
'yes… very ambiguous indeed…wait… get out quit it, she's never going to be anything to me.' His facial expressions matched his frustrating thoughts as he strolled carelessly down the changing staircases. He shoved a first year that was scurrying along in the shadows, trying desperately to mask his appearance against the infamous Malfoy, but failing sadly.
strange… that normally makes me feel better… she's screwing me all up.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked through the now open doors of the Great Hall. He saw Potter give him a disgruntled look. He ignored him and began to look instantly for Blaise.
"My man!" He had come up from behind slapping Draco on the shoulder, "What happened to you bro, I looked up and you was talkin to a slampiece!" He said laughing. They walked to the table and sat down.
"Told you I was running a cheese game, man!" Draco smirked. "Anything worth my time?" They both leaned back simultaneously looking up towards the front of the table, where the freshmen sat. There were a handful of girls; Most blonde, but a few brunettes.
"You know bro, they say once you go black, you don't go back." He snickered.
"I don't know man I think I've gotten enough ass for one night. I'm definitely feelin a few bud lights though." They left the dining scene early and walked down to the common room, where the party had just begun.

(Even Magical People Play Cornhole. It's Very Much A World Wide Profession, Every Teenager Knows How To Party Deep Down Inside.)

Harry and Ron sat across from each other along with the twins. Harry eyed Ron once Albus began, the same thought running through each of their minds. Not wanting to press the obvious issue, they carried along with the feast.
"So Harry, how was your summer," Fred asked.
"It was… rather long and uncalled for," Harry said smiling, "Its great to be back."
"So what do you think happened to Hermione?" Ron said grabbing some bread to butter. His slobbish behavior and lack of manners was nothing new to Harry.
"I dunno, its strange isn't it? She comes back beautiful and is ditching school? Doesn't seem like her at all." Harry reminded.
"Yeah, weird." The conversation was cut short by a young girl that had admired from afar for way too long.
"Hi, I'm Violet Boldergar." She said. She had long black hair, stunning blue eyes and pale skin. She sat down beside Ron and placed her hand on his forearm, "I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation, but I've noticed you since I got in here, and I think you are absolutely stunning." Harry noticed instantly her boosted confidence. She was very pretty, he had to admit, almost too pretty for his poorly mannered friend. He gulped down his food and turned to look at her with wide eyes.
"Ron Weasley," He said slowly almost forgetting his own name. His brothers sat in awe at the beautiful girl before them speaking to their younger brother. The first girl to notice me.. and not harry potter… He thought boastfully to himself. She snickered, which turned into a full hearty laugh, "Oh god, She's demented," Fred whispered to George.
"I most definitely am not, I'm just well… On a clear day I can read minds," She said.
"Wow, a mind reader? Those are pretty rare," Harry said.
"Well, it's not as extravagant as you may think, nor as strange. Its only certain minds, that haven't been scarred by hate or evil. Like you for instance Mr. Potter, I can't see into your mind. I can hear maybe twenty plus voices right now, jumble of words, but I can't hear yours." She said matter of fact.
"Interesting. Very interesting, also very peculiar, but nonetheless stunning." Harry Complimented.
"Well, I think a private tour of Hogwarts is in order, wouldn't you agree Ronald?" She said smiling at him. "Absolutely," Ron said beaming. They both stood up and exited the dining hall. Upon looking around Harry noticed that many others had returned to their common rooms as well. He got up himself and headed towards the door, looking towards the Slytherin table and noticing that Malfoy wasn't there. Upon scanning the room he saw him at the door, leaving with Blaise and a few girls. Rolling his eyes he continued on his path to the common room, maybe Hermione would be there to fill him in as to why she wasn't at the feast tonight.