Draco quickly trudged through the prefect common room on his way to his bedroom. He sneered at the two Hufflepuff prefects that watched him as he went. He had a feeling he'd be spending very little time in the common room this year.
At least they all had their own private bedrooms, but could private bathrooms be too much to ask? The giant co-ed bathroom seemed wildly inappropriate and coming from Draco, that was saying a lot.
Draco made it to the third door on the right of the dorm hallway. It had a sign plastered on it reading "Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prefect." He grinned a little every time he saw it. Power was very satisfying.
He looked around the hallway and grumbled in annoyance at the sight of the two doors at the end of the hall. One read "Hermione Granger, Head Girl" and the other read "Harry Potter, Head Boy." He continued to glance around at the doors until his eyes landed on the door directly across the hall from his "Daria McVey, Gryffindor Prefect."
He sighed sadly and forced himself to shoot a glare at the door before he opened his and nearly jumped out of his skin. Perched happily in the middle of his bed, sat Daria's kneazle.
"How the hell did you get in here?" he growled at the cat as he entered his room.
Like it's really going to answer me.
Draco rolled his eyes at his lack of sense. Talking to animals was something that someone like Daria would do. Draco Malfoy did not talk to animals. That would be silly.
"Go on! Get out of here!" he demanded, pointing at the open doorway. The cat just cocked its head to one side and watched him intently.
There's something about this stupid cat that's very eerie. I don't like it.
Draco turned his nose up at the creature, before shutting his door and making his way over to his closet to change into some more casual clothing.
"Just don't get too comfortable," Draco grumbled to the cat, "Once I find a big enough box, I'm stuffing you in it and delivering it to Daria's door... Damnit! Stop staring at me!"
It's the eyes, definitely eyes. They're creepy, Draco thought as he examined the annoying kneazle on his bed. What does Daria see in this stupid cat?
Draco decided he had had enough of the nutter cat and was going to go to the Slytherin common room to see Blaise and Theo. At least they didn't have big grey eyes to stare at him with.
Draco plopped down on one of the black, leather couches next Blaise and propped his feet up on one of the coffee tables. Theo was sitting in a wing-backed chair across from them.
"You know, for a pureblood, you have very poor manors," Theo stated, as he wrinkled his nose at Draco's feet.
Draco sneered and intentionally slouched a little bit in his seat. "You sound like my bloody mother."
"Shouldn't you be off in your fancy prefect common room? I've heard you guys have a snack bar and everything," Theo raised an eyebrow.
Draco groaned loudly. "It's miserable over there. The only company I have is Parkinson and she makes me want to start ripping my hair out."
"Aww," Theo mocked, "Is the cute redhead not making house calls anymore?"
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Haven't you heard? Her and Pothead are the new 'it' couple."
"I bet that must be an easy relationship. With them basically living together and all," Theo smirked, "They keep you awake at night?"
Draco rolled his eyes and contemplated kissing Blaise when he jumped in and changed the subject. "So I've decided that this year I'm going to get at least an E in potions. I've been practicing all summer."
"Oh how exciting," Theo replied sardonically. "Know what my goal is this year?"
"To not get straight P's in your classes?" Draco scoffed, earning a glare from Theo.
"The Patil twin," he grinned evilly. "At the same time."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Been there, done that."
"Yeah right!" Blaise argued, "You're full of it."
Draco smirked, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Zabini; but I know how to tell them apart."
Theo shook his head, "You're totally bluffing."
Draco just shrugged and continued smirking. So he might have been exaggerating a little bit, but Theo never specified that he was talking about sex.
"So what about you, Draco?" Blaise raised an eyebrow, "You sticking with Pansy again this year?"
"Why do you keep that wench around anyways? There are way hotter girls in this school," Theo added.
Draco shrugged, "I like consistency and Pansy is very consistent with wanting in my pants. I'm thinking of branching out this year though. I already asked Daphne Greengrass to come on the next Hogsmeade trip with me."
"What'd she say?" Blaise asked.
"What do you think she said?" Draco sneered and rolled his eyes, "Yes, of course."
"Could you be any more full of yourself?" Blaise sighed in annoyance.
"Actually I think I could," Draco grinned, "That can be my goal this year."
Theo burst out laughing and Blaise just shook his head in disbelief.
Draco strolled through the corridors after his evening with his friends, back toward the prefect dorms.
When he turned a corner on the third floor he spotted Daria up ahead, patrolling the hall. He trained his eyes on her as he walked towards her. He fought to keep his face hard so it wouldn't betray any emotions when he got to her.
She must have heard his approaching footsteps because she quickly spun around to face him, a little too quickly. Her shoe caught against the ground and she started plummeting toward him. He instinctively threw his arms out and caught her around the waist once she was within reach, stopping her from slamming into the floor.
She looked up at him in shock and their eyes locked for a split second before Draco turned away with a sneer. "You are so clumsy that I sometimes wonder how you make it through a day without breaking something."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes as he helped her stand back up. "You could have just let me fall, you know. Don't feel compelled to catch me. I can handle myself against the floor."
He raised an eyebrow and tried to keep his expression stoic. "I made you a promise."
Her eyes flashed with confusion for they narrowed in a glare. "Well I hate to break it to you, but you're dropping the ball. I fell flat on my face just yesterday."
He snorted before he replied with a smirk, "Thus proving my previous statement. It's not my fault. There are simply not enough hours in the day for me to consistently stop you from falling on your ass. I may be a suspicious bloke, but I keep my word."
She shot him an annoyed look. "I find that hard to believe."
"Have I ever lied to you?" he asked simply.
She furrowed her eyebrows and looked deep in thought for a very long time before responding. "I can't think of a particular instance right now, but I'm sure you have."
He sighed in agitation and narrowed his eyes. "Are you calling me a liar?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," she flashed her eyebrows daringly.
"Well at least I'm not a half-blood," he shot, at a loss for a better comeback.
She smirked wildly, "Like I haven't heard that before." Then she turned on her heel and strutted away, leaving him to glare after her.
