-Draco Prov-

You would think as time passed by, you would get use to doing the things that you had to do. The things that were required. I, how ever, could never get use to coming to this school. Year after year, the same faces of the people that I look down on. They would never be my equals, so for me to be here, with them was just a slap in the face. So now I sit here, at the Slytherin table, surrounded by Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed to be the only two people I could never tire of. They were by my side, no matter what. Even after we graduate, we will still be together, serving the dark lord as he rises up. We will over power every one, and defeat those that stand in our way. I glanced over at the table, eyeing Potter and his idiot friends. The boy who lived shall be the boy who dies in the end.

I let my eye wonder up to the teachers' table. Dumbledore was caught in my gaze. He was a disgrace, he was a powerful wizard, and he chose to use his powers for good. Do they not realize that the dark lord is gathering more and more followers? Even now, as we all sit here, eating, there are tens of thousands of men, women and teenagers, training, and converting.

I again let my eyes wonder, Snape's chair was empty, and it sparked some curiosity. He was a traitor, and we all knew it. He was under protection from Dumbledore, and to kill him would be a mistake. He was important to us; he held information on up coming attacks and plans.

I was snapped out of my thoughts, when the doors to the great hall were pushed open. The hard polished wood slammed into the stone. It was Snape; he strode up the isle, his capes flowing behind him. He always walked in the same strong stance. Like he was trying to scare some one. I watched him, talking to Dumbledore, there mouths moving in a frequent pattern. I wanted to know what was going on, but I had a feeling I wouldn't know.

Once they were done talking, Snape walked back out. He was gone for a few minutes, only to reappear with a girl standing behind me. He walked her up to Dumbledore, where they talked. I looked over her. She had long, wavy black hair. It fell down to her waist, which was slightly curved in. She wore a black shirt and slightly baggy pants. I scrunched up my nose. My eyes blinked as she was walked over to the Slytherin table. She sat down, across from Crabbe, and looked at Snape.

"This is the table you will sit at. You belong to the Slytherin house, and Mr. Malfoy will direct you around." He glanced at me, speaking in his mundane voice, "If that is not to much trouble for him." He cocked his eyebrow.

"No professor, not at all." I said in mock respect. He was nothing to me, so why should I act like it. All the respect I had held for him was gone, out the window, as soon as I found out what a conspirator he was.

He turned and strode back to the teachers table, where he took his seat. Filling his plate up slowly with food. My attention adverted to this girl that I had to guide around. She was pale, much like my self. Her eyes were green, and heavily panted with red and black. Her eyes seemed to skim over every one at the table; her eyes finally rest on me. I watched her look me over, I was very aware of how females looked at me. My blond, silver hair fell slightly into my face, and I smirked deeply.

"So, Malfoy, what kind of name was that?" My eyes narrowed, her accent was laced with American.

"It is my last name, and you should learn to respect it." I snapped at her. Americans had no respect for any one or any thing. They were careless and clumsy. The idea of spending time with her revolted me. She then, cocked her eyebrow, much like Snape had done.

"Okay then what is your first name, or shall I call you Malfoy. Oh how about Mr. Malfoy." I blinked at her, not believe that she was mocking me. I shook my head.

"You have a lot of nerve. Don't ever disgrace the Malfoy name, ever! I belong to the richest wizarding family IN LONDON!" I said raising my voice slightly. I watched as she nodded her head, her eyes looking over me.

"I am sorry to hear that, I pity your parents for having such an anal kid. Shit if I belonged to the ' richest wizarding family in London' I sure as hell wouldn't be so uptight about every thing.

I heard Crabbe laugh. I turned and shot daggers at him, he immediately shut up.

"I have had enough. Crabbe. Goyle lets go." I stood up abruptly, knocking over my empty goblet. I received several stairs from people at the table. I turned and stormed off, out of the Great Hall...

"The fuckin nerve of her!" I said pacing the corridor. "I am not anal! Am I anal?" I said directing the question to Crabbe.

"Um, well." My eyes widened.

"Shut up!" I barked at him. I knew I wasn't up tight. I had pride, something these people wouldn't know about. If having pride was a crime, then I was guilty. I breathed deeply, in and out, in and out. I was trying to calm my fiery nerves. I had no tolerance for people that didn't show proper respect to people that were obviously superior to them.

"Draco, maybe you should just chill out, and lighten up. She isn't all that bad looking, even if she is mouthy. We can break that." I felt a playful nudge into my arm. I let a smirk fall across my lips.

"I suppose your right. Lets go..."