The One Thing He Could Never Have



by Lalita





Disclaimer~ As we all know already, Harry Potter is NOT mine and is completely the property of J.K. Rowling, the lucky devil.





Author Notes~ If you want to find out about it, read it! Please tell me what you think.









Chapter One~ Never Wanted





Draco Malfoy paced furiously across the Slytherin common room, his robes whipping every time he turned. The dim lights in the dungeon cast golden glints in his platinum hair, and his gray eyes blazed with a cold fire. He glanced at Goyle, who was presently stuffing his face with a cream puff and seemed oblivious to Malfoy's bad mood.

" Goyle," Draco snapped.

Goyle jumped slightly, and raised his head to meet Draco's steely eyes. His face was pudgy and with his mouth full of food he mumbled, " What?"

Draco's annoyance flared. " Don't you ever have anything better to do than stuff your fat face?" he snapped. Not really expecting an answer, he continued.

" Where's Crabb?"

Goyle swallowed and licked his fingers. " Uhhhh.... I dunno."

" You don't know anything, do you?" Draco said viciously. Half the time he was either rude to Crabb and Goyle, or ignoring them, so it was perfectly natural for him to take out his foul mood on them. It made his temper rise even more to realize one of his half-wit companions wasn't there to bully.

Goyle didn't reply, and when Draco turned to see why, he was even more annoyed to see that Goyle had fallen asleep, his hands and face sticky from the food he had recently pigged out on. Grumbling fiercely about the idiocy of almost all the people in Hogwarts, particularly Goyle and Crabb at the moment, he set off in search of Crabb. Why not? He had nothing better to do at the moment. And, if he was lucky, he could avoid Pansy.



Draco almost groaned aloud at the thought of Pansy Parkinson. Honestly, he wondered when she would get a life. She had spent the last few years chasing after him, ever since the Yule Ball in Fourth Year, and it looked as if his Seventh and final Year would be the same thing all over again. Draco cringed. Hopefully, his Seventh Year at Hogwarts, the most embarrassing school to the wizard name, wouldn't last. In fact, if he was lucky, the Dark Lord would come and destroy Hogwarts, Dumbledore, and all the filthy mudbloods in it. Draco's lips curled. He hoped Granger would be the first to go.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he passed the place that Crabb would be most likely to be in- the Great Hall. Dinner was still being served, and the hall was filled with happy, chattering students eating from the immense dining tables. Tarts, cakes, turkeys, stuffing, and the like were in abundance. Goblets clanked merrily together and plum juice sploshed over the table cloths. The banners representing Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw hung over their respective table. Scowling, Draco's eyes scanned across the room. His eyes passed Pansy, and, quickly, he stepped deeper into the shadows, so that he would not be seen, but could still observe in silence. Hmm...

There was the happy little trio. Draco's mouth turned down in a frown of disgust. Potter, Weasley, and Granger. All as perfect as could be. Harry Potter, the Golden Boy who could do no wrong. Star Seeker, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, famous so called defeater of Voldermort, oh, and, who could forget? Draco fought the bile rising in his throat. Potter had stooped so low as to date a Weasley. Ginny Weasley, the weasel's younger sister. And... Harry was considered Hogwarts's second most wanted guy, with his dark, unruly mass of hair and shocking green eyes. Draco smirked. He, of course, with his bad boy attitude and sexy looks, was number one.

Ron Weasley, poor, ragged, carrot top co-captain of the Quidditch team, freckled, second rate wizard Weasley. Potter's best friend. Granger's boyfriend. Granger obviously had horrible taste in men. Draco's lips curled in contempt.

And Hermione Granger... Draco's brows furrowed. She was the one who he hated most of all. Considered to be Hogwarts's's most likely to succeed, there was no doubt that she was going to go places. One reason why Draco despised her. She was the smartest girl in school, always had been. And, although she was far from downright sexy, she had still matured into a beautiful woman, with her light brown hair still slightly bushy, high cheekbones, a sensuous, big mouth, and clear chocolate eyes. Not that Draco would ever want her. He didn't want her, never had, and never would. She was a mudblood, and a friend of Potter at that. He would always hate her. At times, it seemed as if he only existed to upstage Granger. Which, he hated to admit, he rarely did. Something else to feed his hatred for her and her stupid friends.

" Well, well, Malfoy. Lurking in the shadows, just like the snake you are?" An annoying, familiar voice sneered, jerking Draco from his thoughts.

Draco glared as Weasley and his little friends emerged from the Great Hall. Weasley, the one who had made that ingenious comment, was smirking in self satisfaction.

" Oh, Ron," Hermione sighed. " Why must you always pick fights? You know Malfoy's not worth it."

Draco glared. He hated Granger's arrogant manner. And he hated the way they were talking as if he wasn't there.

" Hermione's right, Ron," Harry said cheerfully. " You don't have to beat up Malfoy to try to impress her."

Ron blushed red, to the very roots of his hair.

Hermione laughed. " Exactly. You've already won me over," she said, and leaned against Ron a bit.

With a start, Draco realized that the three seemed a bit... drunk. Granger certainly was almost never so affectionate or giggly in public. Potter and Weasley were grinning a bit lob-sidedly, and, come to think of it, none of them were steady. Draco smirked.

" Please, Granger. If you're going to cuddle up with your little Weasley in public, don't do it where I can see, so I'm not ill," he retorted.

Hermione's eyes blazed with anger. " Really, Malfoy," she spat. " As if I'm any worse than you and Pansy. You can't seem to keep your hands off of her, although for the life of me I can't see why."

Draco noticed that Potter and Weasley were eyeing him warily. Good. Exchanging insults with Granger was always fun, and it pleased him to see he had struck a nerve. " And I can't see why anyone would want to put their hands on you," he sneered.

Hermione gasped in outrage and Ron's arms tightened around her. " Don't listen to him, Mione. Malfoy's tastes run along the line of sluts and stupid idiots, people just like him."

Malfoy grinned maliciously. " I would say Granger doesn't mind playing the whore for you, Weasley. Do you and Potter share her?"

Ron's face turned red from fury and embarrassment. Harry's fists clenched like they wanted to tighten around Malfoy's neck.

" You... You..." Hermione sputtered.

" Me... Me..." Draco mimicked.

" Go to hell!" Hermione almost screamed. She turned and fled down the hall.

" Gladly!" Draco called out after her. " I'll put in a good word for you down there!"

" Hermione!" Ron called, and ran after her. Harry sent Draco a dirty look before running off after them.

Feeling particularly satisfied, Draco set off into the hall. As soon as he set foot into it, Pansy was waving and calling his name. " Draco! Over here!" She motioned to a seat beside her.

Draco, still feeling pleased at upsetting the Gryffindor goody goodies, decided he could stand Pansy long enough to screw her later. He strode across the hall to the Slytherin table, and to Pansy, drawing eyes from all the females in the room. Despite being nasty and mean and cruel, a number of girls were immensely attracted to him.

" Draco..." Pansy purred, blinking flirtatiously at him. Draco plastered a sexy smile on his face and slipped an arm around her. She leaned into him and offered him a drink of her butterbeer. Draco drank deeply and proceeded to do so for the rest of the evening, forgetting about all but the drinks in front of him.