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**Stars mean thought**

Across the Great Hall at the Slytherin table, Draco witnessed the entire scene made. He chuckled to himself. Looks like the Weasel has finally found some taste. Serves the mudblood right. He then turned his attention back to his own table where Crabbe and Goyle were laughing stupidly and stuffing their faces life fat oafs. **I need to get out of here** Draco thought to himself

Draco Malfoy walked out the Great Hall and made his way to Transfiguration. On the way there, he heard a noise.

"Whose there" he called out, when no one answered he just shrugged it off. Probably mudblood Granger crying her eyes out. He smirked to himself and continued on his way to class.

When Draco arrived, he set down his books and since no one was there, he picked out a seat and began to take out his homework to finish it up.

After about 15 minutes, the rest of the class had found their way to their seats. Everyone except, you guessed it, Potter, Weasley and Granger. **They're probably off somewhere becoming best buddies again. The thought itself just makes me sick**.

Just then the door flew open and Weasley walked in, followed closely by Potter, and to Draco's surprise, no Granger. **Wait, why do I even care? I don't. ** Draco reassured himself. The two idiots took their seats near the back by Weasley's new victim, Lavender Brown.

Ten minutes passed, and still no Hermione. **Wait, what the hell, still no mudblood. Good Riddance, but it looks like I spoke too soon. Just as class was about to start she burst in looking frantically for a vacant spot, because it appeared that Potty and Weasel didn't save her one. Ouch. And oh, wouldn't you know, the only vacant spot was by me**. Draco smirked.