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To say that Draco Malfoy was disappointed about not being Head Boy is a bit of an understatement

Actually, Draco was surprisingly calm. Over the years he'd learned the very Slytherin trait of tact. That isn't to say his calm exterior belied a peaceful acceptance, oh no. Inside, he was fuming, but the rest of the world didn't need to know that.

When owl alerting him of his Head Boy status never came, Draco didn't worry. He figured that some stupid Mudblood working the Owl Post simply misdirected the letter.

So he'd waited. And waited.

When time had run out and the letter hadn't come, Draco was fine. That is to say, all the House Elves learned rather quickly to stay out of Little Master's way, unless they enjoyed the black-and-blue fashion. But really, if he wasn't to be Head Boy, so be it.

Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. He was enraged that his heir had not gained the supreme position of student power- obviously the little runt was defective. Must have been from Narcissa's bloodline.

Speaking of Narcissa, she had become very skillful with healing equipment- her clumsy boy was always tripping over his father's cane or accidentally hitting his head on table corners. So it came as no surprise to her that when Lucius realized Draco hadn't been appointed Head Boy, Draco had approached her with a broken arm and a black eye.

"Quidditch accident, Mum. Damned House Elves set both Bludgers on me at once- would have gotten away, too, if I would've had a Firebolt Plus, instead of that bloody Nimbus 3000."

Narcissa smiled as she murmured some binding charms and promised her baby that he'd go to school with a consolation Firebolt Plus.

Of course, once he was at school, in the Great Hall, hearing another name being called out for Head Boy, something inside of Draco Malfoy snapped. He sneered at the sandy-haired Ravenclaw and glowered at the Gryffindor Mudblood who was just a bit too happy in her applause. The idea of the pair of them strutting along as the top students made his blood boil.

Then, he smiled. That's quite alright, he thought, they'll get what's coming to them. Nobody shows up a Malfoy and doesn't suffer the consequences.

At that moment, Draco Malfoy began to work on The Plan.

Author's Notes: I know this chapter isn't terribly long, but I'm hoping to increase in length each time. I'm updating this about two hours after uploading the prologue, so I haven't received any reviews yet. In the future, however, I will be giving thanks and comments to all reviewers from the previous chapter.

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