By: Ice Princess
Disclaimer: I own only the story and storyline, the rest belongs to JKR, our
Goddess.
A/N: This will be told partially from Draco's point of view, Hermione's point
of view, and then 3rd person. Consider italics a 1st person thing and hopefully
you'll be able to figure out who's talking, Draco or Hermione. Thanx for reading.
I hope you enjoy! Don't forget to review!
I am the most powerful seventh year out of them all. No Scar-face Potter
can beat me!
No, who was he Draco kidding? He sighed, pressing his head further into
his dark green pillows.
I might as well die. Why should I go on living?
Draco stood up. He paced the dormitory several times, thinking about who
he was, and who he had become.
I hate my father! I hate him! I hate being a Malfoy!
Suddenly the door opened and Crabbe and Goyle shuffled inside.
"Uh, Draco... are you coming?" Goyle croaked in his usual deep voice.
"Yes, of course I'm coming!" Draco snapped.
"Well, breakfast might get cold," Crabbe grunted.
"I'm coming! Don't rush me!" Draco exclaimed.
Crabbe and Goyle shuffled off and left Draco all alone, again, thinking
to himself.
He got up and showered, slipping into a forest green work robe, examining
his life again.
I suppose I must go on living. After all... those oafs need someone to
lead them, and I'm a born leader. Ah, life is just not fun anymore. Even
Pansy's lost her fun. She's plain boring now.
Headgirl, teacher's pet, top grades, and even what might
pass for good looks. Yes, I could pass as pretty. At least Harry seemed
to think so. I had been going out with him since the beginning of our
sixth year. I don't really like him anymore. I suppose it's lost it's
'zing'. I haven't found it in myself yet to break up with him, but our
seventh year is already here, and half is almost over. I'll have to tell
him sometime... Now is just not the time...
"Hermione! What did you get for answer sixteen?" Ron asked
in the Great Hall during breakfast.
He was scrambling to finish his homework.
Hermione sighed.
"Again? Again Ron? It's your last year at Hogwarts. Can't you do your
homework? Is it really so hard?" Hermione asked.
"Skip the lecture and give me seventeen too!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione sighed again, pulling out her Potions homework.
Harry, who had overheard the conversation, sat down with a pile of toast.
"Yeah," he said. "You only gave him the lecture last week... and the
week before that..."
"Hush up Harry, it's for you're own good. Both of you!" Hermione insisted.
They finished breakfast and headed down to the Potions dungeons for
Doubles Potions with the Slytherins.
"Draco, would you like to be my volunteer to demonstrate
the Potion?" Professor Snape asked.
"Yes Professor," Draco replied.
He walked towards the front of the classroom, much like he had been
doing for the past six years. Draco passed by Hermione, Harry, and
Ron's table.
"Teacher's pet," Ron snorted where Professor Snape couldn't hear him.
Draco kept his head up high and demonstrated the Potion.
"Very good Draco," Snape said with a rare smile.
Then, suddenly, Draco's cauldron tipped over and crashed on the floor
and spilled all over Professor Snape's feet.
Harry and Ron burst into laughter, much like the rest of the Gryffindor
class.
"Draco! You fool!" Snape exclaimed.
Suddenly the whole Dungeon was silent.
It was the first time Snape had ever yelled at Draco. Draco himself
was very shocked. He was stunned and had a cold empty look on his
face.
Hermione had to keep Ron and Harry from laughing their heads off.
"Looks like King of the Slytherins might get detention from Snape
for the first time," Harry muttered, biting back a laugh.
Sometimes Hermione wasn't sure who hated Draco more, Harry or Ron.
She stared around the dungeon and suddenly her eyes met with the one
who had called her Mudblood for all those years.
She looked deep into the cold gray eyes and felt something strange
inside of her. He looked so empty, so lonely, and so starved for friendship.
She fluttered her eyelashes, blinked rapidly, and looked away, feeling
cold and strange for a second.
"'Mione, are you okay?" harry asked.
Hermione shivered as he put his arm around her.
She nodded quickly to Harry's question.
"Sure?" Harry persisted.
"Yes, fine. I just had a chill. That's all," Hermione replied.
Harry held her tighter, but Hermione didn't forget the glance Draco
gave her - not at all.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed my first chapter. I'll try to get the second one out real soon. Please don't forget to review. As for flames... they will be used for the marshmallows... Thanx!
