Draco Malfoy: The Slytherin Golden Boy

Sure he was beautiful; stunning, actually.

But unlike other well known Dark Lord defeaters, he didn't let it all go to his head. He simply tried to lay low most of the time. Not a very outgoing boy, but not a very shy boy at that. He had his two best friends in the world, and that's really all he needed. Draco really changed since the death of Voldemort, seeing as how he had helped Potter kill him and whatnot. But of course, Potter got all the credit.

People knew though.

They respected Draco, and Draco respected them. How could they not? Someone in SLYTHERIN did something noble. In fact, just about everyone was shocked when they found out that Draco never was a Death Eater. That he never was a Junior Death Eater. That he had always detested that pathetic excuse for a father, Lucius Malfoy. That he was just a nice guy who was caught up in his family's name. But really, how could the Slytherin Golden Boy match with the Gryffindor Sex God?

Draco had never really hated Potter. But he had always acted like it, his life depended on that. Just like he never really hated mudbloods. In fact, he had always secretly wanted to be friends with the wittiest girl in Hogwarts, Hermoine. But he could never admit that until now. He was always taught to hate the muggle born wizards and witches. Even when Draco never understood anything else, he held on to that sole belief.

Even though the ball was a month away, Draco was presently considering asking Granger. Okay, he wasn't considering, he wanted to. He wanted to go with someone who wasn't already shagged Harry. Ugh! The thought of her with that STD magnet made him a little sick.

Draco once heard that Potter had even screwed Professor McGonnegal so he could receive an "A" on a huge exam. There were loads of other stories floating around school about Potter's sex life. Draco found it hard to 'swallow' some of them, but the one about chocolate pudding, bananas, Ginny, a second year by the name of Laura, couldn't be true. Could it?

Draco didn't want to know. In fact he didn't want to think about it. He was the Golden Boy. He had better things to do than think about Potter's not so personal life.

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Draco was enjoying his breakfast, with a few other bleary eyed students, but he knew sooner or later it would have to end and he would be stuck in the school library on one hell of a Saturday morning.

Draco was interrupted by the frustrated conversation coming form the Gryffindor table. There was Hermoine storming out of the Great Hall, once again annoyed by Potter, who was too busy checking himself out in a spoon to realize is bushy haired friend wasn't there anymore.

Does that really work? Draco thought, amazed at the other boys complete vanity. He picked up his own spoon and there he was. His own reflection. Draco was quite amazed how a simple utensil could double as a mirror. Harry Potter Draco thought. What was his problem? Yeah, I don't exactly hate the guy, but I can't bloody well say I'm his biggest fan. How can he treat one of his 'best friends' like that?

He was interrupted by Crabbe and Goyle's very noisy pancake fiesta. They weren't bad people either. The blonde mused to himself as he stared wide- eyed at his friend's pig-like tendencies. They just did whatever they were told. So it was pretty easy for Draco to become.well good. Goyle and Crabbe were the perfect example of lemmings. Not bad people, just lemmings. Draco Malfoy, good? Draco chuckled out loud a little to himself. Never thought I'd be alive to hear of a Malfoy with a good reputation.

"Crabbe. Goyle," Draco interrupted their glutton feast, "You two can uh.well, you just keep on doing what you are doing. I'll be in the Library. I've got some last minute touches I need to put on my homework."

"Foo fyo fanch fush foo fep fyo?"

"Uh... Come again Goyle?"

"Foo fyo fanch fush foo fep fyo?"

"Goyle! Stop. Chew. Swallow. Speak."

"Oh yeah, I always forget. Do you want us to help you?" Goyle stared blankly at Draco, syrup covering his three chins.

"It's over your head, but thanks any ways."

Draco grabbed his stuff and headed out the door.

He couldn't help notice Harry staring at him as he was leaving. The eyes that had tempted so many others were now burning a hole right through him. Not out of hate, no, but Draco couldn't quite put his finger on it. All he new was that it was scaring him. He wasn't used to Potter focusing on him. Actually, when they defeated Voldemort together was about the last time he had even acknowledged his existence. Draco quickened his pace out the door. He was thankful when he was out of the Great Hall.

Draco sighed, "Phew. Men. Psh.."