"Shit." He mumbled.
"Good morning Draco!" squealed Pansy. She threw her arms around him. He looked like he was going to be sick. He was joyous when he received his prefect letter but almost died when he heard that Pansy had received one as well. She hugged him every morning. It was his mission, as he liked to think, to make sure that it occurred when no one else was around.
"Hello Pansy." He said dully. "And how are you on this fine fine morning?"
"I'm fantastic!" She said. "Ooh Draco! What happened to your lip?" She looked like she was going to break down and cry. Draco found this funny, but had to suppress his laughter.
"Well, you see, that Cho Chang is quite rough. She just couldn't control herself." At this remark, Pansy looked like she had died. Not like she didn't look like that anyway. She was speechless. But she seemed to ignore the comment and proceeded in making useless conversation.
"Shouldn't you clean it? I mean, doesn't it taste bad?" she asked. This was probably the stupidest thing he had ever heard, but then again, it went along with the stupidest person he had ever seen.
"Wouldn't you like to know…I'll deal with it later. In the meantime, you look like hell. So do both of us a favor and get a shower."
Pansy just flipped her tangled hair and walked away. Draco was glad to see her finally leave. He proceeded to the Great Hall, where breakfast was being set up. People were slowly forming at their tables, yawning as they attempted to pour themselves pumpkin juice. Across the room, Hannah Abbot screamed as Ernie Macmillan doused her with a full jug of the juice.
"Ugh you stupid dumbass!" she yelled. Snape, the only teacher there, looked up from his papers.
"Excuse me Miss Abbot, but you're disturbing my morning peace, and you used profanity. 30 points from Hufflepuff, and don't make me waste my breath on imbeciles such as yourself ever again."
Hannah stormed out of the hall as some Hufflepuff students moaned at the loss of points. Draco smirked and mumbled "Half-brained Hufflepuffs…" He walked along the Gryffindor table and spotted Potter reading something. Draco walked by and pretended to accidentally push out his arm into Harry's head.
"Ouch!"
"Oops. Didn't see you there, Pothead."
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Well what I really want is a pony, but don't get me off topic Potter. What's that you're reading there?"
"Nothing."
"Oh really?" Draco reached for the book in a split second. He grabbed it out of Harry's hands and pretended to read the title.
"How to defeat the Dark Lord and still have time to act like I don't care that I'm famous when I really love it more than Weasley in a thong." "Interesting Potter…This should be a best seller."
The students that were in the hall began laughing. Malfoy was a prick indeed, but a funny one at that. They couldn't help joining in on a Potter-Bash when it occurred.
"You know that's not what it says. Give it back." Said a flushed Harry as he grabbed the book Malfoy was clutching.
"Whatever Potter. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, that despite all the times you managed to kick my perfect little arse in Quidditch, tomorrow, you will not succeed. You see, this season is going to be different. Very different."
"Ok Malfoy. Whatever you say. But you know I'll just end up beating you again."
"We'll see Potter. We'll see."
Draco walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Everyone had come in to sit down by now, even a black eyed Weasley, who flashed a death glare at Malfoy.
"Oh you wish Weasley. I invented that glare." He said to himself.
"Good morning Draco!" squealed Pansy. She threw her arms around him. He looked like he was going to be sick. He was joyous when he received his prefect letter but almost died when he heard that Pansy had received one as well. She hugged him every morning. It was his mission, as he liked to think, to make sure that it occurred when no one else was around.
"Hello Pansy." He said dully. "And how are you on this fine fine morning?"
"I'm fantastic!" She said. "Ooh Draco! What happened to your lip?" She looked like she was going to break down and cry. Draco found this funny, but had to suppress his laughter.
"Well, you see, that Cho Chang is quite rough. She just couldn't control herself." At this remark, Pansy looked like she had died. Not like she didn't look like that anyway. She was speechless. But she seemed to ignore the comment and proceeded in making useless conversation.
"Shouldn't you clean it? I mean, doesn't it taste bad?" she asked. This was probably the stupidest thing he had ever heard, but then again, it went along with the stupidest person he had ever seen.
"Wouldn't you like to know…I'll deal with it later. In the meantime, you look like hell. So do both of us a favor and get a shower."
Pansy just flipped her tangled hair and walked away. Draco was glad to see her finally leave. He proceeded to the Great Hall, where breakfast was being set up. People were slowly forming at their tables, yawning as they attempted to pour themselves pumpkin juice. Across the room, Hannah Abbot screamed as Ernie Macmillan doused her with a full jug of the juice.
"Ugh you stupid dumbass!" she yelled. Snape, the only teacher there, looked up from his papers.
"Excuse me Miss Abbot, but you're disturbing my morning peace, and you used profanity. 30 points from Hufflepuff, and don't make me waste my breath on imbeciles such as yourself ever again."
Hannah stormed out of the hall as some Hufflepuff students moaned at the loss of points. Draco smirked and mumbled "Half-brained Hufflepuffs…" He walked along the Gryffindor table and spotted Potter reading something. Draco walked by and pretended to accidentally push out his arm into Harry's head.
"Ouch!"
"Oops. Didn't see you there, Pothead."
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Well what I really want is a pony, but don't get me off topic Potter. What's that you're reading there?"
"Nothing."
"Oh really?" Draco reached for the book in a split second. He grabbed it out of Harry's hands and pretended to read the title.
"How to defeat the Dark Lord and still have time to act like I don't care that I'm famous when I really love it more than Weasley in a thong." "Interesting Potter…This should be a best seller."
The students that were in the hall began laughing. Malfoy was a prick indeed, but a funny one at that. They couldn't help joining in on a Potter-Bash when it occurred.
"You know that's not what it says. Give it back." Said a flushed Harry as he grabbed the book Malfoy was clutching.
"Whatever Potter. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, that despite all the times you managed to kick my perfect little arse in Quidditch, tomorrow, you will not succeed. You see, this season is going to be different. Very different."
"Ok Malfoy. Whatever you say. But you know I'll just end up beating you again."
"We'll see Potter. We'll see."
Draco walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down. Everyone had come in to sit down by now, even a black eyed Weasley, who flashed a death glare at Malfoy.
"Oh you wish Weasley. I invented that glare." He said to himself.