School

By Skye Rocket

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.


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Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking, I smarted off to that blond-haired, pale, incredibly egotistical jerk in front of loads of people. But come on, it's just my luck that I'd get someone like...that for my partner. But who cares, this isn't about that, so let's move along now.

I stomped into the room, Draco following me, and sat down at the long table I shared with my best guy friend. I directed the new guy to a seat behind me in silence. I had to grin when Grant walked in the room, twisting his earring around in complete boredom as he plunked down into the chair.

The thing about Grant was that you couldn't make him angry. You could give him your first impression of him, and he'd shrug it off or laugh about it. He never seemed sad, or mad or frustrated and smiled most of the time. He was off the wall and ceased to be normal, doing things that that the most self-confident person would never do in public.

I had met Grant the first day of that year when we had first sat together, and we had always asked to sit together from then on. Today he greeted me in the usual way, asking me if I had had to tie my shoe as soon as I got there. That was the other thing about him, he was that cheerful, absentminded type.

Draco sat silently in his chair behind me. I sighed and turned to Grant.

"Grant, this is my New Student Program partner, Draco. Draco, this is one of my best friends, Grant," I said somewhat lazily. Grant responded with his usual, perky hello, to which Draco responded with a cold hello.

At that moment our teacher walked in and informed us that we'd be continuing our egg experiment that day. Grant looked at me and I smiled, he and I were partners. So on that note, Grant went to go get "Leonard," our egg. We had named him so we would not attempt to poke him with a pencil and explode him or anything.

Draco was looking particularly unpleasant. "That your boyfriend?" he drawled, almost automatically, with a sneer on his face. I raised an eyebrow.

"Nosy little boy, aren't you?" I countered. He looked particularly pleased with himself. "No, if you must know. He is not. And if you have any further need to busy yourself with delving into my personal life, just ask, okay?" Ooh, testy of me, wasn't it?

Grant returned with Leonard in the jar of vinegar, taking great care of the little white oval. I giggled slightly as Grant lightly sat the egg on the cheap black counter and unscrewed the lid. But as always, Draco looked entirely un-amused.

I gently pulled the egg out of the jar, trying to focus on this task, but thoughts of Draco came back to me no matter how hard a savagely beat them away. What was his problem? Why couldn't he stop being so full of himself, even for just a minute? And why did he have to be so...attractive in that secretive little way?

"Oh, you just can't get over that, can you?" that voice in my head said knowingly. I shrugged inwardly. "You think he's hot, you want to go to the Valentine's Day dance with him!" it sang obnoxiously. I blocked it out as I measured the egg, Grant watching closely to make sure I didn't screw anything up. I whispered one last thought to the voice before forcing it away.

"I don't believe in Valentine's Day," I said sternly. I sighed as I finished measuring the egg and Grant recorded it on the sheet. I poured some syrup into the now vinegar-free jar and put "Leonard" into it. I picked the jar up and put it away. Then the whole class worked in silence on numerous worksheets. I noticed Draco stumbling over answering the questions, but when he noticed me looking at him, he busied himself on re-reading the chapter section again.

The bell rang, making Draco jump (which I snickered at). The whole class poured out the door into the ever-bustling hallway. There were loads of people chattering loudly to their companions, as I often did with Grant. I hurried to my locker and opened it, slamming my science book into it and looking for something to busy myself with in my spare time.

Draco began poking through his locker across the hallway. Once he had snatched out his materials, he joined me next to my locker. He began to root through my top compartment, looking at my book collection.

"Big fan of talking animals?" he asked with a snigger. I turned and stared him in the eye, and then kicking him in the shins, making him shout out loudly. I gave him a cold look and slammed my locker shut.

I turned the lock, thinking about how disappointed I was about this situation. Why couldn't I have gotten some nice girl, or hot, gentlemanly boy? Instead I got Mr. Sarcasm, Mr. Egomaniac, and Mr. Creep all combined into one. This, of course, did not make me happy in the least. I sighed, and went on my way to Social Studies, Draco shooting death glares at me.

This was not going nearly as well as I'd hoped!

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Hello, dear reader! Thank you ever so much for reading this little fic! I really, really hope that you enjoyed it! And chapter three will be back to Draco's point of view, in case you were wondering. Of course you were! Oh well, again, thank you a lot for reading (ooh, "Thank you a lot," brutal on grammar, aren't I?)!

Buh bye now!