A.N./ Hi people! It's the Nicole again! Sorry, it really has been a while, and the Nicole has been busy, but that's noooooo excuse! I so swear! Ok so yeah, promised to write more frequently, or at least the Nicole will attempt!! Fingers crossed? Good! Time to see what we can do with a little magic…

No the Nicole does not own the Harry Potter series, things would be rather different if she did... like all the guys would probably worship some random character named Nicole or Samantha and they would bow, and she'd pick her favorites and... sorry, daydream. Can't afford it.

Chapter 6

Draco

Does Dumbledore always have to be this long winded? I think while I roll my eyes. He seems to be going on forever! We are all sad about the losses and we are all excited about the war being over you old man, you don't have to say it! That's far too redundant! Blaise has started to entertain himself with spoons and the saltshaker for Merlin's sake! And Pansy… Okay, so she doesn't really listen to anyone at anytime, but she's also clearly not even making an attempt. I feel myself sigh in relief as he finally seems to have stopped and raise his arms. This usually signals that he is done, but he's done that twice now already to talk about something specific like, Let's not mourn but instead celebrate their lives. Or, More importantly we will learn to blah blah blah, it was all nonsense really. This time he did not go on though, and I felt myself lift up slightly. Maybe he was finally done talking...

The hall begins to take on a brighter light as the silver plates and dishes before everyone filled with food. First years gasped in surprise while the older students let a breath of appreciation out. The hall quickly filled with the sound of cutlery scrapping and hitting plates and of people laughing and calling out to one another. Already this place seems to sink into my skin to warm me from the cold I wasn't aware of moments before. I lean back as Blaise seems to start a rousing tale of some children's story character called 'Spongebob' from the United States. Everyone laughs, not believing that even little kids would believe that this creature lived in a pineapple under the sea, and that he was obviously pulling our legs.

The food clears itself and the larger plates and dirtier silverware clears away, replacing itself with clean plates and silverware the plates again fill, but with desserts. Blaise engages some of the other guys in the house to an ice-cream eating contest, and tells that the loser must stand on the bench at the front of the table and bow to the winner, and then sing that he was a loser, so that all would know. He started explaining the rules, like you could only use a fork, and you had to drink what you couldn't pick up with the fork. He also said you had to use your left hand (unless you were left handed). He kept adding rules, but everyone had tuned him out by now.

"Honestly, that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Pansy said giving each guy a withering glare before she turned to me and ask, "Are you going to stop them?" Why is she expecting me to do anything? Just because I'm the Head Boy now doesn't mean I'm going to act different. Well, I can't afford to get detention anymore, but I was not going to deprive others of that experience. Let them clean the castle, if they really want, what does it matter to me? I've never bothered them before when they started to do something stupid.

"As long as they don't throw up near my room, I can't really stop them. My hands seem to be tied in this situation," I say shrugging, and smiling at the glare Pansy sent me.

"You will wish they really were," Pansy sniffed turning back to a girl whose name, I believe, is Tina. The boys all wooed pretending to be scared for a moment before turning to their bowls, and loaded up their portions evenly. I counted down to their start and began to cheer Blaise on. Other people from the table seemed to take an interest and I heard talk of little bets being made. A chocolate frog for Jones to loose and have to make the show, a few knuts for Trent to win, and something about some joke shop tricks if Jones won. The victor turned out to be, of coarse, Blaise, and the loser was the popular favorite, Jones. Most seemed happy about the predicament, seeing as everyone saw him loosing, but Blaise told him that he didn't have to perform the act, if he was willing to go for a rematch tomorrow night. Jones agreed smiling happily, ice-cream drying to his face.

People began to get up, walking out of the hall, Dumbledore wished the remaining students a good night. I looked around to see the perfects already rounding up the first years, and I also noticed how many first years stuck to their 'guides'. I wish I had a guide when I had gotten here, but then I probably wouldn't have let them guide me, I think tilting my head slightly. The hall emptied slowly, I saw many kids grab rolls and cupcakes to hide in their clothes and hands as they walked down the tables, and I saw how the girls seemed to point out how 'obvious' the guys were being about it. Soon, all that remained was Blaise, lying down on the bench, stomach up and an arm over his eyes, Hermione, the two youngest Weasleys, and Potter.

"Draco, carry me to my room," Blaise said complaining. "I ate to much…" he leans forward onto the table, making groaning noises and belches that sound as if he is going to vomit.

"I don't room with you any more," I told him. I placed my cheek in my hand a leaned my elbow against the table to wait for his reaction. I don't think I've told him before, but he should know that. He must remember that the Heads have a separate-

"What do you mean you don't live with me anymore?!" he asked sitting up quickly, but he had pushed off the table to hard and ended up going backwards over the seat and ending up on the floor, where the air got knocked out of him. The people sitting around him checked to see if he was ok. He waved them off and pushed himself off the ground.

"I'm going to be in the Head dorm now…" I said, looking over the edge to check on my rather concerning friend. "I know you know this Blaise… you have to have noticed that the Heads don't really pay any attention to house things, right?"

"When have I ever noticed the obvious?!" Blaise demanded. He was now back in his seat, holding onto the edge of the table carefully.

"A very good point," I say putting my hands up in surrender. I then glance up and notice that the golden trio and their little friend are watching me. My first reaction is to go on ignoring them, quickly followed by wanting to sneer at them. Instead I give them a nod, and quite suddenly I hear yelling from Harry and Ron about Hermione moving out. The youngest Weasly is sighing and shaking her head at their antics. It seems the Blaise isn't alone in not noticing such obvious things. The youngest girl looked at me and smiled before she turned back to her friends to try and calm the frantic boys. She leaned back and didn't help out Hermione at all as she watched them all get flustered. What the hell?

Dumbledore starts to excuse the teacher to go to their rooms and offices and comes down to my table. He chuckles lightly at Blaise's current position, back on the floor, feet on the bench and upset. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, are you ready to see your room?"

"Yes, Professor," I say standing. When he turns his back I climb over the table, stepping around the plates and silverware, and help Blaise up. After he is on his feet I start to follow Dumbledore who is now heading to the argument at the Gryffindor table.

"You can't live with Malfoy! He's all…. Malfoy! And Slytheriny! What if something happens! What are me and Harry to do?!" Ron asked. I don't think I'm insulted, but somehow I'm annoyed. "Won't you worry that we aren't being pracitcal or staying within the rules and stuff?"

"Harry and I," Hermione replied sighing.

"No, it's going to be Draco and you!" Ron said throwing his hands up. "We wouldn't have a problem if it was you and Harry!" Ron said now moving his arms in Harry's direction. No, I'm annoyed, this guy is an idiot.

"Ron," Ginny sighed shaking her head.

"What?" Ron asked. "She's talking nonsense!" Everyone rolled their eyes at Ron's 'observation' and turned to see what Dumbledore had to say.

A.N./ Ok so the Nicole never really thought she'd stop here but the next part keeps going under reconstruction…. So I just cut it off and made a slightly seprate chappy! I'm super sorry it's been so long! But the next part will be coming as soon as I like it! Thank you everyone who is reviewing! If you ever want a certain song used please don't just keep it to yourself ok? :D