Draco was not satisfied. When Draco was not satisfied, someone would have hell to pay. The Slytherin's shivered in fear away from the notorious king of the snake house. The atmosphere in the house suddenly changed on the way back to Hogwarts. After his confrontation with the Weasel and Know-it-all Granger, the Slytherin's felt the temperature on the train drop dramatically. Whether anyone else felt it, they had know clue. However, they were not going to risk angering the blonde. On the first day back to Hogwarts Draco woke up from sleep and strutted his way down to the Great Hall to see that Weasley and Granger were indeed one man short, making the golden trio the golden duo. As the first week went by, Draco was bored of bugging them and decided that he could not settle for anyone else unless it was Potter. Anyone else bored him to death, even Pansy's presence made him want to gag as she constantly hovered over him like a cheep whore. For inexplicable reasons, unknown to even Draco, Potter gave him reason to be who he was. It was easy to get a rise out of him whenever he bugged Potter. He could do it with the Weasel too. Just one word about his poor family and he hit the jackpot while Weasel blew his top, but it just wasn't satisfying.

He couldn't explain it, but there was just something explicitly hilarious when he was able to bug the hell out of Potter. He'd even had his first plan to aggravate the dorky glasses boy when he first saw him. He was going to put on dorky glasses like Potter's and put on fake freckles to look like a nerd, but that was until he realized that he looked like Weasley with the freckles, and he thought it was pushing it when he considered wearing fake bucked teeth as well. Draco mentally shivered in horror at the thought. And another complaint Draco had, how was he going to deal with quidditch? There would be no challenge. He only got a thrill out of the sport when he was playing against the Griffindors. Now he would win easily against the Weaselette and take the cup without a second thought.

'Well, I'll be damned. If only Potter knew how much, he has thrown Draco off balance since his absence from Hogwarts became known. It's almost as if his life has dropped from the face of the Earth. Oh Draco, you are such a drama queen. Come to think of it, I wonder where Potter is. The Headmaster wasn't very specific, only saying he left for training,' Blaise thought. Looking on at his friend, he sighed when he noticed the dark silhouette hovering around Draco. If Blaise didn't know any better, he'd think that Draco made the air turn 100 degrees colder then it already was in the dungeons.

Believe it or not, Draco was aware of the distress he was causing to his own house, but that didn't concern him. What concerned him, was the effects of Potter's absence was causing himself. What in the world of hell was wrong with him? Why was he reacting this way? Should he not be rejoicing that he doesn't have to deal with the little annoyance for the unforeseeable future? He must be sick. That had to be it. There was no way that he thought of four-eyes as his rival... no damn way.

Draco sighed in annoyance. Sitting up in his dorm bed, he felt the need to relieve himself, so he sat up and opened his bed curtains gracefully. He headed to the bathroom when at the corner of his eyes he saw gaping mouths as he headed past.

"What is your problem? Stop staring at me!" Draco snapped coldly 'My roommates are so annoying. Stop staring at me.'

The reaction was quite satisfying, but only a little when they flinched back in fright. Cowards, Draco thought. What the hell was with everyone?

Draco stepped out of the bathroom when he was finished and washed his hands. Draco glanced up to make sure his hair was perfect and in place. It was, but Draco made a double take when he noticed the color of his hair. No longer was it snowy-blonde. Yes, it was still blonde, but this time it had more of an teal blue tint in it. Draco gasped in shock, and had to nearly bite his tongue to keep from dispatching a scream of terror. His hair was different. What the hell happened to his hair?

"Is 'hell' your favorite word or something?"

Draco looked behind him when he heard the voice, but no one, but him was inside the bathroom. It couldn't be. He didn't say anything. Draco went back to his dorm mates and demanded to know if anyone had said anything to him just now. They all shook their heads quickly and shuddered at the wave of chills that coursed through their bodies.

'NO! I'm not going crazy! Potter's absence has nothing to do with me.' Draco thought harshly

"You should relax little dragon, or you'll freeze them into icicles."

"Where are you?" Draco continued to look around to make sure he wasn't missing anything. He was quite sure that he was the only person inside the bathroom.

"Just look in the mirror. I am where you are."

"You mean to say that you're inside of me?" Draco couldn't believe how calmly he said this.

"Not necessarily inside, more like attached to your soul. Go to sleep, it'll be easier to talk to you that way."

"The elemental Dragon of water, Suiton awakens." Raiton said to Luna.

"Yes, soon events will happen, friends will change. Two rivals will once again return to help one another, but what of Futon? How will he reemerge? He is dead, isn't he?"

"We shall see dear one, but first we must attempt to wake up Doton, master of Earth style who rests within Ronald Weasley. He is as stubborn as his keeper and very lazy."

"Hmm. He is indeed." Luna whispered to herself.

Draco couldn't believe how calmly he was taking the appearance of the giant, blue dragon in front of him. It felt natural for him to accept the dragon's presence in his dream, that he did not think about freaking out anymore about the sudden voice he'd heard in front of the mirror. The Dragon began to glow and shift into a smaller size until he gained human like qualities to him. He had teal colored hair that was short and spiked, almost messily like Potters. Draco took this all in stride as he listened to the story about Katon, Raiton, Futon, and Doton's existence. They were the masters of the elemental villages. They could calm and control any tailed beast they met if they came at them with the intention to kill. He found out that Suiton was born to master any and all that had to do with water. The same with Katon and fire, Raiton and lightening, Doton and earth, as well as Futon and wind. There was also a secret ability that only he could do, but had nothing to do with water. He could kill, just by looking a person in the eye, much like a basilisk, but much stronger. He could control the ability, meaning he could look people in the eyes without killing them too.

"How are you even attached to my soul?" Draco asked confused.

Draco's first ancestor had saved a small Dragon unknowingly by defrosting it from it's prison, so ever since then Suiton became attached to him by secretly following him and saving him if the need came for it. One day, Suiton was caught spying by the ancestor and demanded whom he belonged to and what his business was shadowing him like he was.

"I couldn't help myself. He saved me from my prison, so I made a vow to always protect him. I unknowingly attached my soul to his when we died at the same time. I made him one promise that I would protect his future line and reawaken when the master did."

Draco couldn't help but wonder if this was connected to Potter's absence.

"Well, of course it has to do with Potter. He contains Katon, and like you and Potter, he and I are rivals too. Of course water always beats fire, unless... he's reached the next level. Hell no I will NOT lose to that chicken," Suiton declared punching the air and sending a shard of ice along with it.

Draco gave Suiton an odd look, now feeling like he was being ignored by the Dragon's sudden energy. His eye twitched when he realized that the dragon was far too energetic and happy for his taste.

"Hurry, hurry! We must combine my chakra and your magic so we won't lose to Katon!" Suiton proclaimed.

"Here I thought you were so cool, but you're a massive ball of energy." Draco grumbled.

Suiton huffed. "How mean. There's nothing wrong with competition is there? I know for a fact that you and Katon's container are huge rivals. Do you want to lose to him while he get's stronger?"

Draco grumbled again, but this time saying no.

"Wait so the master is who?" Draco asked.

Suiton huffed again. Did this kid not listen? "The master is Katon. However, it's only because... ugh! Sorry, I'm not really allowed to tell you why without his permission, but I wonder if he still remembers how to do it."

Well that didn't tell him much, but now he once again grumbled in annoyance because Potter was now at a higher rank then him because of some special power that he might not even remember how to do.

"Bloody Potter, if you don't remember how to do this 'power' thing of yours, I'm going to freeze it out of you until you do. I don't want to serve someone weaker then me. I already have to deal with the fact that father is serving someone that looks like an ugly snake. Really, how does someone get that bad?"

"That's the spirit little Dragon, but now we have to wait until he returns to us and calls for our help," Suiton exclaimed happily.