Disclaimer: Again, none of Jk's characters are mine. Derrr.
Draco woke up in his dark dorm. He couldn't tell what time it was by the window light, because, well, there were no windows in the dungeon rooms. He looked at his watch and groaned. He was going to have his breakfast cut short if he didn't get up soon.
He rolled out of his four-poster bed and looked around in the darkness. Everyone else's beds were empty. They hadn't bothered to wake him up. Stupid gits. Oh well, he'd have to go to breakfast by himself. He wasn't complaining.
The boys' lavatory was down the hall. Draco went to wash up and stick his head in a bowl of gel. Only not really, but who could tell the difference? While washing his face he remembered the night before. Abby hadn't turned up in the common room. Maybe she had returned before the rest of them and went up to bed? Or maybe she came in later than everyone else. Either way, he hadn't seen her. What if she wasn't in Slytherin at all? He'd been pretty sure it suited her. And it would make things much easier for him. He wouldn't have the conscience of having tried to seduce a Gryffindor.. or worse, a Hufflepuff. He went back to his dormitory to change into his school robes, grinning at the Slytherin crest sewn onto the left side. He'd always known he'd be in Slytherin. He wouldn't fit in anywhere else.
The Great Hall was filled with students. Thank God it was Draco's last year. He couldn't stand these prissy little first years who were all stalking Harry Potter. So he's defeated the Dark Lord a few times. What was the big deal?
He'd almost forgot about what had been plaguing him all morning. There she was. Abby Lynch. Her hair was a dark brown now, and wavy, down to her waist. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table. She was a Gryffindor. Fuck. Draco felt like an idiot now. What made him think that she'd be in Slytherin? The mysteriousness? The fact that she apologized about his father being in Azkaban? What would Draco do now? Ignoring her seemed like the plan, but it already seemed hard to do. Part of him wanted to strut over to her table, grab her, lie her down on the table, and easy boy.
Instead he sat down at the Slytherin table beside Crabbe, Goyle, and… ew, Milicent. He had to endure their pointless grunts of conversation, and worked hard not to look over at the Gryffindor table. Temptation finally took over him. He had to look. She was facing him, but not looking at him. It seemed as though Ginny Weasley was pleading with her about something. Finally Abby shrugged and smiled. Then she closed her eyes tightly as though thinking hard about something. Instantly her wavy, dark brown locks changed into tendrils of curly red hair a bit past her shoulders. Draco liked the brown better. She must have read his mind or something; because she changed it back to the light brown it had been when he first met her. It only made Draco want to walk over there more. He shook his head and instead, focused his attention on his eggs. Eggs were a lot less interesting than Abby.
Classes were over for the first day, and Draco was looking sulky. He hadn't had any classes with Gryffindors yet, and usually he'd be glad about this. Not today though. Draco was annoyed that she was in the same house as Potter. He should just give up now. Why would he want something that Dirty Harry wanted? After dinner he waited for Crabbe, Goyle, and Milicent to leave before getting up himself. He had pretended to be very interested in a book about the fall of the Dark Arts.
I wonder if they'll write a Rise of the Dark Arts book now… he thought to himself. Draco looked up from his book. Abby was surrounded by a few Gryffindors who were getting up. She was shaking her head and remaining at her table. It looked as though she were telling them to go ahead to the common room without her. If Draco waited any longer, they'd be the only two students left in the Hall. He finally decided it was time to leave.
He walked into the Entrance Hall and was making his way to a dark corridor that led to the Slytherin common room. Someone touched his shoulder from behind him. When he turned around he had to hide his surprise.
"Hullo. I haven't seen you for a while," said Abby, who had a different sort of smile on her face now.
"I've had a lot of things to do for classes," he lied.
Abby chuckled softly. "It's only the first day."
Draco shrugged. "I know. But my professors ask a lot of me." What was he talking about?
Abby nodded her head. "Oh, I see. Well, I guess you're busy now? I'm just going to go up to the common room then." She was leaving? Now? Why was she leaving? She should stay. She had to stay.
"I was sort of hoping that there was someone who might want to fly around on the Quidditch pitch with me. I just remembered you going into that Quidditch shop and thought you might be interested enough to join me." She gave a small smile. "I'll see you around then."
"You know there are Prefects all patrolling outside," he blurted out chastely. He must sound like such a dolt.
She grinned. "That makes it riskier. More fun."
One side of Draco's mouth rose up a little higher than the other in a smile that was very close to a smirk. He wished he hadn't come up with that stupid excuse for not seeing her as much lately. Now instead of flying around on broomsticks with her, he'd be… going to bed. How lame. She walked away and he sighed. Shaking himself of that feeling he got in his chest wasn't easy to do. He was attracted to this girl. The first girl he'd been attracted to since he was in his third year. And the lucky candidate that year had been Pansy. He wasn't even so sure that was attraction though. Perhaps temporary insanity. Pansy Parkinson was about the ugliest girl at Hogwarts. Except for maybe Eloise Midgen and Milicent Bulstrode.
He realized now that he was standing alone in the Entrance Hall. Daydreaming. He shook his head and made his way into the corridor leading to the common room. Hang in there, Malfoy, there will be other opportunities.