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Draco staggered into the Great Hall Friday morning still wiping the sleep from his eyes; he was not a morning person. He looked blearily as Slytherin table. He could sit with the idiot underclassmen who worshipped him, with Crabbe and Goyle who couldn't on their life define the words "intelligent" and "conversation", or he could attempt to sit with the seventh years. No one had tried it before, frankly he was surprised he hadn't tried it already. It was understood, however, that the seventh years were top of the chain, they didn't accept underclassmen, but Draco felt like stirring things up this morning. He swaggered to the end of the table where the seventh years sat and gracefully grabbed a seat. As one, the aforementioned group all turned their heads in unison to stare questioningly at the bold sixth year who glared back defiantly.

One raven haired upperclassmen glanced back and forth between his peers before speaking up to Draco," Sixth years sit down there." He pointed down the table.

"That's nice." Draco replied, leaning forward to grab some bacon and crunching down on a piece.

The raven haired boy looked at him incredulously," And you're a sixth year."

"Uh-huh." Draco crunched down on a new piece.

"Look kid, just move." Blurted out another upperclassmen with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

Draco's eyes narrowed on the brunette before he suddenly slammed his fist on the table and yelled loudly," Do you know who I am?"

The upperclassmen exchanged glances then looked at Draco like he was being ridiculous and they didn't really care who the hell he was.

He glared at them all pointedly," I am Draco Malfoy, my father, you may know him, is Lucius Malfoy, and no twits like you are going to keep me from sitting wherever the fuck I feel like."

None of them spoke, they just stared at him, eyes wide in astonishment. Finally one of them asked hesitantly," Lucius Malfoy, the famous Death Eater?"

"Precisely." Draco spat out. Idiots.

"Wow," A fairly pretty blonde said in awe," My mum talks about him all the time, admires him she does."

"As she should." Draco sneered.

"Hey kid-"

"Don't call me kid."

"Right, Draco," the blonde smiled apologetically," you should come to this party we're having tonight. It's really exclusive. Normally only our crowd." She gestured to herself and the rest of the more popular upperclassmen," But it'd be brill if you came." She smiled slyly.

Draco raised an eyebrow,"What kind of party?" he asked, obviously interested.

"Trust me, you'll like it." Another girl piped in, a breathtaking brunette with startlingly turquoise eyes.

Draco looked over to her and smiled suggestively," I think I can make it."

"Think?" The brunette cocked an eyebrow in a sophisticated arch.

Draco fell into a lazy grin," I'm there." He popped the rest of the bacon into his mouth and stood to leave.

"Oh," the blonde grabbed his attention," Don't invite any of your little underclassmen friends."

He nodded and turned to leave the Great Hall, Drabbe and Goyle flanking him as he reached the halls.

"What was that all about?" Goyle asked.

Draco didn't give him the courtesy of a glance," What?".

"Breakfast," Goyle scowled.

"Nothing, I felt like sitting with upperclassmen."

A look like hurt crossed Crabbe's face but it could've just been an upset stomach," What'd they say?"

"Once they found out who I was they worshipped me, naturally." Draco rounded a corner with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

No one spoke the rest of the way to Potions.