Draco glanced around his bedroom. He approvingly took in the Slytherin green comforter, silver pillows, and mahogany armoire, but generally thought the room was modest for as prominent student as himself.
Not that it mattered, of course. He'd just owl his father about the matter.
Wait, he told himself, you're not allowed to going whining to Father. Be a man, damn it.
Lucius had been perturbed enough that Draco hadn't been the first pick for Head Boy, so Draco didn't need to go around asking for more than what he had. He would just have to rough it.
He kicked off his loafers and relaxed on the green armchair next to the window. As he looked over the landscape, he remembered the train ride to Hogwarts. Granger hadn't wanted to ride with him so badly that she actually pleaded to ride with her "friends".
He snorted. "Friends". She might be an scholarly, intellectual sypcophant, but she knew nothing on how to pick friends, he thought bitterly. Can't she see that they ignore her until they need her? Oh well. It'll be a lot of fun watching her squirm when they break her little Mudblood heart.
He glanced at the antique clock near the fireplace. The second hand read "Almost Dinnertime!" Great. He'd be stuck next to a prissy little Mudblood of a Gryffindor for at least an hour, and he wouldn't be able to tease her in the slightest.
He mentally shrugged. He had all year to do that.
Suddenly, he frowned. Would he have to start referring to her as "Hermione"? That wouldn't do at all… He'd have to figure out a way to avoid her name altogether, except when talking directly to her alone. Hmm, alone. He was sure it would be an experience being alone in a common room with Miss Hermione Granger, a la Taming of the Shrew.
Draco threw his head back in laughter at that thought. He was sure that Granger wouldn't think he knew anything of the Muggle world, much less about their favorite playwright. Keep your friends close, his father's voice ran through his head, and your enemies closer. Well, what better way to keep his enemies close than to learn their ways? He made a mental note to drop the Shakespearan bomb on Granger sometime that week.
He glanced at the clock again. "You'd Better Go to Dinner!"
Three minutes…