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Draco POV

'Its too cold…Severus really should cast some sort of heat charm. Why is it that the dungeons are so cold even in May? Oh the hardships slytherins go through'

The unlawful chill of the potions dungeons , had forced the blond boy to the warmest spot in the room- the single window. Letting out a long sigh, Draco gazed out of the window, idly following a dashing rabbit with his icy grey eyes.

'It should be a criminal offence to cage us in on days like this. I think I'll go to the lake after class…Would be nice to just relax, instead of having to try and make simple conversation with Crabb and Goyle. I get a more intelligent conversation out of a gagged house elf '

Draco was shifted from this thoughts by a piece of parchment appearing on his desk. Not bothering to check to see if Severus was watching , he would never take points away from Draco any way, he opened the parchment and quickly read the words.

Do you want to play Quidditch after class? We could practise beating saint Potter and his gormless fan club!

Blaise

Smiling Draco reached for his quill and began to write;

No thanks, just going to sit under the maple tree by the lake. Need a little me time ,so try to occupy Crabb and Goyle. Have you finished "Quidditch through the ages" yet? Could you just leave it on my bed if you have? I don't think I will bother with lunch, I will grab something from the kitchens.

Draco

Draco folded his rely and quickly passed it back to his friend. He did not expect another reply. His fellow slytherins knew that every so often , Draco needed time alone. Blaise in all honesty , thought it was because Draco was an only child , and used to his own company. The real reason was that Draco had very little to say to his fellow house mates.

Crabb and Goyle had less sense then a poppy seed, Blaise was too boring ; using the same jokes and topics of conversation time after time , Pansy was too obsessed with her looks, Marcus was obsessed with beating Oliver Wood, and so on and so on. In the first week of the first year, Draco had run out of any interest he had in his "friends".

Of course he still had to be surrounded by them. He was a Malfoy! He had to appear in the right social circles; spending all his time by himself was just not acceptable! A Malfoy presence was a gift, to be enjoyed only by the right people.

And the right people, certainly did not include Harry Potter. After that first refusal of friendship in the first year, Malfoy Code of Conduct required that Harry Potter was to be snubbed, ridiculed, hated, and humiliated by Draco.

But lately, Draco was hit by a sense of how pointless it was. No mattered what was said and done, Potter remained, The Golden Boy of Hogwarts. Any insults Draco slung at him , were quickly forgotten and if there was any sort of physical fighting involved, Draco was the one who emerged worst off.

Risking a glance at Potter, Draco saw him in a quite conversation with the human dot-to-dot- Weasley. Quickly scanning his figure (Potters , not Red) Draco was forced to admit that Potter had a dark and ,almost rugged , look about him.

With his unkempt dark hair and dark tan, he looked like a "tall dark and handsome" dream come true. Those eyes only made Potter appear even more unique along with the dratted scar , which stood out vividly against his tan.

'Why don't I ever tan like that? I never go even the slightest colour from the sun. How does Potter do it… how does he manage to keep it all year round? Heh, I bet he uses some sort of fake tan charm. Stupid Potter.'

Draco picked up his quill and began doing some mindless doodles. Anything to keep his mind away from the droning of the potions masters voice.

'Why does Severus have to drone on so. Surly he can see no one is paying attention. Even the Griffindors! Thinking of which , he hasn't yelled at Longbottom today. Or the mud blood for correcting him on the properties of boomslang skin. He must be having an off day. Hope he gets better soon, I never realised how boring this class gets when he is not threatening physical harm on any one.'

Draco leaned back into his chair and absentmindedly , began to draw around his outstretched hand.

'Why did I have to be cursed with such bloody useless hands. They can't even grab hold of a broom properly. Not like Potter. His hands seemed to be made for a broom. They don't get bruised and strained just by a dodgy landing, unlike my useless things.'

Draco flexed his hands and sat hunched over his desk.

'Why is Potter so blessed!? He gets the Quidditch body, the flawless tan, the interesting house (not that Draco would ever admit it outside his head). He gets to be liked, to be wanted , to be admired! What do I get ? A complexion that makes me blend in with my bed sheets, friends that make me want to claw my eyes out, just to have something to do , and a worthless weak physique that refuses to develop anything in the way of muscles! God I hate Potter! With his perfect body and his freedom to do what ever he bloody well wants! Why do I have to act to contained? Why do I have to fulfil obligations, while he gets to do what takes his fancy? GOD I ….I…I really want to scream…'

But Draco couldn't . Because he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys are not allowed to do anything that undignified. Draco let out another sigh , and straightened his posture. His mother always said good posture gives great dignity.

Draco gave a small smile.

Dignity. Pride . Perfection. Superiority. These were the four walls that kept Draco, in his little glass case.

3rd POV

At the end of the lesson , a lone figure remained in the room. After slowly packing away his things, he turned around and was just about to walk out when a small bit of parchment caught his eye. It was lying on the floor, under the desk, by the only window in the room. Reaching down and plucking the paper off the floor, the figure read the paper, put it in his pocket, and left the room . Smiling.

Suddenly his mind had other thoughts, then of lunch.

A/N

…what the hell did I just write? O well. I don't know how much longer this will be, but I do see angst in the future! Not much…just a bit. It will however reach its R rating.

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