Three Loves for a Dragon

By: Lalaa (Yes, only me writing this time!And probably for the rest of the story!)

This CH. dedicated to: Shibahime (AKA, Shibby)

Chapter 2: Stalking Thoughts

Draco awoke to another gloomy morning at Hogwarts. He pushed his covers aside, and stepped off his low bed. To his dismay, all of the other Slytherin boys had already abandoned him from the dorm. Draco rolled his eyes lazily, and trudged into the bathroom for a quick freshening up. He pulled on his crisp robes, and gelled his girlish hair. He looked at himself in the mirror, happy with what he saw. All the while probably thinking of course, all of the girls swoon over me' That brought his attention to Granger, as he sighed in annoyance. "Maybe I can kill her!?" He said in an overly sarcastic, but meaningful way. He'd like to; just a couple stabs here and there. A concussion maybe. "Or even a nice dark curse would do!" He thought aloud. But alas, he couldn't. Yes, maybe he was a Slytherin, and he was malicious, and even quite a bastard, but he couldn't kill someone. At least not yet. He only plotted her death, along with many other peoples' as a way to sooth his mind. He would never go through with it, would he? "Would I?" he thought to himself. He shook his head, forgetting the thought, as he straightened his green tie. He glanced in the mirror for one last check, and smirked, satisfied.

The blond bombshell of a boy went to meet his so-called friends at the Slytherin table. He scoffed at them, as he watched the big lugs, called Crabbe and Goyle, scarf down their food like rabid monkeys. He rolled his eyes, like he did often, and sat down. He attempted to ignore Pansy Parkinson hitting on him again. If he was going to be touched in specifically odd ways "At least let it be Ginny." He thought to himself. His eyes widened at that thought. His eyebrow cocked as he questioned his own thoughts. "Ginny?" He asked his corrupted mind. Draco let out a simple "Hmmm," and shrugged his shoulders and started delicately eating the food piled onto the downward curving Slytherin table.

Draco glanced over to the Gryffindor table, to see if anything entertaining was going on. He groaned, as he saw that Hermione was just sitting there, chin in hands, staring at him. His eyes rolled backwards. He grinned to himself, as he would have a little staring contest with her. He stared at her, malevolently, with an evil eye. His face was contorted, trying to make her bugger off. Didn't work.

Hermione was sitting at the table aside the Slytherin table. She looked at Draco lovingly, as she was delighted that he was acknowledging her. The bushy brown-haired girl left contact with his entrancing eyes, to nibble on some food. Draco scoffed, as he had not offended her.

"What were you looking at? Draco?" Goyle attempted to say with a mouth full of buttered toast. Crabbe looked at the Draco and Goyle, puzzled.

Trying to get rid of a pest." He said simply. As he bit into a french toast stick smothered in butter, powdered sugar, and cinnamon. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged, obviously oblivious to what Draco's simple words meant. Draco narrowed his eyes in disbelief at their stupidity.

Hermione was looking at Ron and Harry chowing down on their food, as they saw numerous amounts of people leaving the great hall, for their first class. Everyone that was still remaining at the Gryffindor table had stopped talking to watch Ron and Harry eat furiously, a good sense of entertainment if you asked anyone there. They watched in anticipation, and yet in disbelief, as to how those two could devour so much food, and not die from an overly large stomach.

Ron belched, and excused himself, as some around him laughed as others sat in disgust. Ron just shrugged, and pulled Harry away from the table, who was wiping his mouth, smiling. Ron asked Hermione, "You comin' or what?" Ron cocked a furrowed red eyebrow. Hermione nodded, and stood up, books in hand. She took one last look at the Slytherin table, between Crabbe and Goyle. She caught a stare with Draco, and smiled at him. Draco frowned, and amusingly he raised his right hand and waved it making a face that you would to a child, opening and closing his hand. Hermione scowled at him, as he glared, punching his hand onto the table, making plates clatter.

Crabbe and Goyle rose from the bench. Draco felt as if the bench was lifted. Their weight must have indented it, with a much stronger force than gravity. Draco stood up, and walked off to his first class, through the halls, with his thugs at his side.

Time passed, and Draco made it through most of the day, and hopefully the rest of the day without that dreadful girl. He shrugged, as he sat down in Professor Flitwick's class, for Sixth Year Charms. Draco sat in the back, secluded. He didn't want to be near anybody at the moment. Maybe he would feel artistic today, and draw something, whilst he was extremely bored.

Draco attempted to do the new spell the professor was teaching. It had something to do with nothing. He really didn't care that much. His rich father could just bribe the teacher with a heightening spell for the short or something.

He sat there, his ass starting to hurt on those dreadfully uncomfortable wooden benches. He looked over the class, as he was shifting positions, to see if there was anything interesting happening. He saw some couple squeezing hands under the table, and flirting. He rolled his eyes. His eyes widened, like they do when he realizes something. "That'sSerenity, and Ron!" He made a faint gagging noise as he had come to notice the black hip-length hair flowing all over the place. Serenity was in his house, she was drop dead gorgeous, but much of a drama queen.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Flitwick asked Draco. "What might you be gagging about? Not another ferret has your tongue does he?" The professor had on a sly grin, as he listened to the class snicker.

Draco sat up on thebench as he put his hands on the table, and leaned forward. "No," he paused. "Ferret hasn't got my tongue, but someone may have Ron's" Draco looked over to Serenity and Ron who were oblivious. As Professor Flitwick glared at them, forgetting about Draco. The class gradually got louder in their laughter. Draco sneered as he leaned back into the hard, smooth bench, as he put his hands behind his head, enjoying the scene he created.

He suddenly was awakened from his simple bliss from a thought that bombarded him. Ginny. Serena and Ron had reminded him of Ginny for some reason. He thought to himself as he tried to sort things out, sounding like a valley girl at times. "I don't know why I would like her I've hardly even known her. All I know is that she's Weasley's hand me down. Another addition to the litter." He paused in his thoughts, just to be interrupted again. "She's pretty and all, but I have like not even known her." That fact kept bothering him. "Even if so, she wouldn't like, like me back, would she? Ick, I don't know anymore. Maybe I could find out from the weasel if he's heard anything Yes, that's what I'll do. But how will I be How do you say likeInconspicuous? I will--" His thoughts were interrupted by the annoying screeching of the class change bell. He shrugged, forgetting his thoughts momentarily, as he headed back towards the Slytherin Common Room, to accomplish some of that damn monstrosity those so called teachers call homework.

Draco was walking at a brisk pace as he walked the shadowy halls with a bunch of other Hogwarts prats. Draco suddenly felt a delayed pain on his right ribs. He furrowed his eyebrows as he kept walking, ignoring it. He walked for a bit, then he felt a poke on his right shoulder. He looked around frantically from side to side, then he noticed some people giving him weird looks, so he ignored it again and walked forward. Draco suddenly was lifted off of the floor, as if being carried. Draco felt very odd being carried in the air. He felt two arms pressing up against his stomach, and two rather small breasts being pressed against his back. Only thing was, he couldn't see whoever it was. But he had an idea. He rolled his eyes, and allowed himself to be carried to a corner of the hall.

As soon as he was let down he reached his arms in front of him and attempted to feel out who the hell was carrying him across the halls, making his pale skin flush with frustration. He grabbed a smooth fabric, almost like liquid silk, and tugged on it. It seemed he had caught a bit of whoever's hair in his grasp, because someone yelped rather loudly. Draco loosened his grasp, then tightened again to pull off the liquid-like shield. This revealed the bushy haired, small breasted, and rather short, Hermione. "No wonder she became a stalker." He thought to himself.

Hermione bent down and tripped the blond ferret by the knees, as his ass dropped to the tiled floor. There was a rather large oof' sound that he emitted. Without him being able to do anything, or even come to realization, Hermione slipped off his shoes, and ran away with the black footwear under her robe. He attempted to run after her, but some random oaf left a nice puddle of red liquid on the tiled floor. He tripped, staining his robe.

"Bloody hell." He muttered to himself, as he took off his stained robe to reveal a rather preppy outfit. His forest green shirt was collared, and embroidered with the infamous Slytherin seal. His khaki pants were a tad too short on him, revealing his white ribbed socks. His shoes, which would have been there, were being taken down the hallway by a madwoman. Draco narrowed his eyes in anger at the crazy bitch slamming into people in the hallway as she cackled like an old haggard witch.

Draco got some rather odd looks by people in the halls. He was carrying a bloodstained robe, with no shoes, in high-water pants. Who wouldn't think that as odd? Draco brushed off his shoulder to the people staring. They immediately backed up into the hallway walls. Draco started to snicker as some of the famous wizard and witch paintings came crashing to the floor. Hs adrenaline was pumping now. He walked confidently off to the Slytherin Common Room, a sly grin pasted on his face.

He came upon the entrance to the Slytherin dorms. "Drignastia Elfrida," he mumbled to the door. Draco's face remained blank as he entered the rather shadowy room. A slow fire burned in the heat of summer, something he didn't quite understand. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting down at a table, attempting to read the rules of wizard chess, and how to play it. Draco ignored their incompetence as he slowly made his way up to his room, not acknowledging them. As he turned right when he came upon the top of the stairwell, he then entered what the teachers called his dorm. But it was more of a rat's nest to him.

The sheets, and wall colors didn't bother him, but there was no house elf to leave a chocolate on his pillow before he napped every night. There was a wide array of things in which he didn't find up to his code. He looked around the room, to find that one of his drawers were a tiny bit open. He wouldn't have left anything out of order, not being the secret clean freak that he was. He cocked an eyebrow as he surveyed the rest of his room, looking for anything thing else that may have been misplaced. He didn't see anything else, at least not yet. Draco peered into the drawer as he noticed all his things were in place. "I don't remember leaving it open" he thought aloud. "Oh well, I must have been tired, that's all," he made excuses for it. Besides, everything else he did was his fault, according to his all-knowing father. Draco sneered at the thought of his father.

Draco closed the drawer, and remembered that he had wanted to go see Weasel about his sister. "I can't be calling him weasel anymore, if I get involved with his sister, can I?" He took offense to what he said, "Of course I can, it's not like I'm dating him!" A smile split his face as he grabbed another robe from his closet and slipped it on, throwing the stained one in the hamper, so that those pesky elves could finish it. "S.P.I.W." Draco immediately thought of at the mindset of house elves. He rolled his eyes, not wanting to go deeper into his thoughts, that would eventually lead him to that unattractive girl her parents named Hermione.

Draco pulled on another pair of his large amount of shoes, and added some more gel to his hair. He walked out of his dorm, and through the common room. He saw Pansy hitting on another guy. Draco smirked, "Silencio," his wand sparked as Pansy became silent. The door entrance slid open as Draco walked quickly to the Gryffindor Common Room, to where Ron would most likely be playing a game of wizard chess with some innocent soul.

He arrived at the Fat Lady portrait and knocked on the wall beside her. Resisting temptation to slash her picture. Draco heard someone call, "Be right there!" As footsteps came closer to the entrance. Draco inhaled deeply, seeming nervous.

Ron answered the knock, opened the portrait, and stared at his enemy for a minute. "Draco?"

A/N: Aha! Cliffhanger! Well, it may not be much of one, but it will do! Yay! I, Lalaa, have finished this chapter all by myself! Haha, this story has become a humour/parody now! No romance yet Dun dun dun Anyway! Reviews keep me fueled! So you people had better review!!! hug I pumped this chappie out fairly fast! I'm proud of myself. And if you didn't know, I don't own any of these characters except serenity! ((My close friends will realize that parody!)) Well anyway, I don't want to create an authors note story! So I'm gonna leave you to review my story! R/R!