"Zabini, get your arse out of bed. You got ten minuets before the Hogwarts Express leaves!" I growled up the stairs. I quickly finished eating up my bowl of Captain' Crunch. Always that stuff set my days of better. All I had to do was think of my worries as the cereal. And chomp, chomp, down my throat and there no more.

This morning it particularly helped with my growing impatience towards Blaise. The floor boards creaked, alerting me to Blaise's presence. But something was different, he wasn't alone. The soft creaks that came from the boards, told me it was feminine. Women always had to flaunt didn't they? Well, at least the sluts Blaize brought in. Damn him, he knew how I disliked having others around. Now this hussy would probably want me to fix breakfast for her too. As if she had a hard working job.

"Good morning Grumpy." Blaise said cheerfully as he walked by. I shot him a seething glare; bloody morning person he was. I went back to munching on my cereal with a grudge. Then the girl laughed, "Gee Drakie, what crawled up your ass this morning?"

I jumped; causing my cereal to spill across the table, and my chair to crash to the floor with me still in it. I sputtered with cereal still in my mouth, "Pansy!" She looked down at me, her grin filled with pure satisfaction towards my reaction to her voice. She wore one of Zabini's big black shirts which traveled down to her thighs. I knew with out a doubt that that was the only clothing she wore.

Thank god, I never liked Pansy, she was such a slut. She cheated on men like crazy. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I yelled up at her, casting more glares Blaise's way. He didn't even look up from his seat where he was drenching syrup all over the pancakes I had made.

Pansy's face turned more into a pig's, as she tried to put on a pouting face. I gagged, and Pansy sauntered over to Blaise where she threw her arms around his neck. She probably took my gag of disgust to be from me still choking on my cereal.

Pansy leaned over, and kissed Blaise on cheek, and replied, "Blaisie here, let me spend the night." She then turned her attention back to Blaise and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "You're such a ggooooddd kisser baby. What did you do to my neck to make it feel so good?"

I rose to a sitting position staring at Blaise in horror. Blaise's eyes flashed up toward mine and he smirked. Rage flew threw my veins like molten lava. That Blood Sucker! He was a Bliss Kisser. He could also drink from a human, and the human would enjoy the feeling. This was not a good thing. If Blaize ever wanted to drink, he could get it from anyone. Humans were too fragile to fight off the good feeling to save their life. Plus, if Blaise ever went too far, he would kill the human.

Blaise mumbled something back into Pansy's ear and she laughed delightedly. I rose to my feet, and with a quick cleaning charm, the mess was gone. I stormed from the kitchen, not bothering as I stomped up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door behind me, and grabbing my entire luggage, I apperated to platform 9 and 3/4ths.

Glancing about me quickly, making sure no muggle was looking, I walked through the wall… and onto the Hogwarts Express platform. Smoke billowed up from the front of the train as it gleamed ebony in the sun's light. The train whistled shrilly, and walking quickly, I jumped into the nearest car. No sooner had I landed, than the train slowly began to trudge foreword. I smirked, "Hah, looks like two somebodys are going to be late to school."

I slowly felt as the tension is my body began to unwind and relax. I sighed, and continued looking into different box compartments, until I found one all to myself. I closed the door behind me, leaving an inch or two open for me to hear what was going on.

I put most of my luggage in the seat across from me. I glanced out the train window, as the different scenery blew by. I liked the feeling of passing everything by, but the train couldn't even come close to flying. I reached into my pocket, and produced my Nimbus 2001. It looked like a small action figures broom, I muttered the spell, and my broom grew back to its normal size. I ran my hand over the polished mahogany wood, and I marveled as it glowed dimly in the light. The wood had been polished over in black, and in gold writing were the words Nimbus 2001.

I longed to fly it outside again. To feel the wind in my hair, as I looked down on people who looked to be the size of ants. Hogwarts was an unbelievable sight if you flew high enough. You could see the Castle, and Forbidden Forest, and even the lake, Pot Head had swum in to save Weasel, and Flur's sister.

Playing the brave hero like always; screw Gryffindor's supposed bravery. Potter was doing it all for the attention, he had been since year one. I grumbled to myself trying to keep my mind off the Golden Trio. I hated them all so much with a passion, but I hated myself even more because I was jealous. Jealousy is an emotion that shouldn't even exist in a Malfoy's way of life.

I clenched my fingers tightly around the handle of my broom. Damn the Golden Trio! The three of them were a force worth reckoning with. But that was not what angered me. I despised them, because they were close. So close that they were insufferable to be parted from each others company. They were the best of friends anyone could ever want, and that was what hurt me the most when I saw them. They had friends who cared about them. They had someone to lean on.

I on the other hand was alone. I was left to fall flat on my face; to confront danger with only a stick. To be emotionless for fear of showing what really went on behind the Malfoy name. The others in Slytherin didn't even count. All they did was pick alliances with those who were stronger and in your moment of weakness, would come and stab you in the back. Yea, some friends.

"Why Malfoy if that broom was your cock, I would think you were trying to Wank off." My fingers released their death grip, and I glanced up into a face of flaming hair and freckles. "Yea you'd know all about that Weasel seeing as you can't get a girl." I thought to myself. Normally I would have voiced these thoughts without a moment's hesitation. But I resisted the urge, Weasel was made fun of too much, I'd let this one go.

I just sat there coolly gazing at Weasel. Being uncomfortable, he pulled his eyes from mine, shuffling his feet back and forth from the open door. He clearly awaited a comeback. "You know. You come here to have me remark something back to you. To which you always let it get to you and you blow up; trying then to hex me into next week. Do you enjoy having you anger released or something? Because, you know it's not such a good thing, for without realizing it, you could hurt someone close to you." I looked away back out the window, trying not to think of my Father as he beat my Mom and me. I could only hope my mother received fewer beatings since I had left. He normally beat her because I had failed to do something right.

I could hear as Ron choked and stuttered for words. "Ron let's go." A voice said slightly stunned. "Hermione did you just hear that did…" Ron didn't get to finish his sentence because Hermione broke him off, "Ron come on, now!" I heard them as they shuffled down the isle to their compartment as Ron yelled retorts back to Hermione. When I glanced back up, the door was closed… mostly. I pointed my wand at the door and it slammed shut with a bang.