A/N: I had fun writing this chapter. Gee, can you guess what character's point of view this is in? Heheh, Well, I hope you like it, and please review, feedback is extremely helpful and appreciated. Thank you for those who did review. Have fun with this chapter!!

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Chapter Three: Devious Plots, and Confusing Thoughts.

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Stepping out of the carriage, his stony face genuinely there, not just a mask. He was pissed, annoyed, and confused. Who had the right to make him feel confused?! No One! That's right! NO ONE!! Well, his father, maybe, but no one else.

Sauntering up towards the castle, he felt eyes on the back of his head, yet he did not turn around. He could not care less about it. All he wanted to do just now, was get through to the hall without being sexually harassed by any annoying, stupid, imbecilic, moronic, hormonal teenagers. Quickening his pace, his eyes growing shadowy and icy, as always. Taking defiant strides towards the castle doors, his anger continued at himself, and whoever was making himself confused. He didn't even know who it was! Maybe it was that weasel girl. She was always wary of him... No idea why though. Maybe she was holding a curse of emotions on him? No, the thought, the mere thought of it, was laughable, even impossible.

Perhaps the Mudblood, Granger. Yes, she had enough brains to do it. None of the weasel clones would be able to, unless it was those two imbeciles of people, the twins, whatever their names may be. Who cared what their names where anyway? Okay, off topic. It was a spell that was making him feel confused. Whoever it was, would be in big trouble.

It was a spell...

Right?

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As he entered through the large doors of the great hall, a smirk was set on his face, eyes sparking evilly as the doors banged against the walls behind them. Looking right and left, his smirk widened, seeing all eyes on himself as he graced the Slytherin table with his presence. In an instant, that insufferable Pansy Parkinson latched herself to his arm, earning a sneer and a disgusted look thrown at her. Nevertheless, she still acted like a human limpet and blabbered on about this and that, to which he lurched to the side when she had tried to place a kiss upon his cheek.

Seeing the disgust and anger on his face, Pansy recoiled, almost close to tears. But Slytherins did not cry, well, the tough ones did not. They bitch, scheme, plot, and scowl. They sneer, gain vengeance, and have no mercy. Although, Pansy could not cry in the middle of a silent great hall, she would cry later, try to sneak away.

Sniffing in annoyance, Pansy turned her head away from him, starting to load her plate with various pieces of meat and vegetables.

Seeing that peevish twinkle of amusement in that old fool's eyes, he raised an eyebrow and sneered to his plate, filling it with food that he was not going to eat much from anyway. Not paying attention to the glances everyone seemed to send him, he still felt eyes on his back... Now this was starting to be a pesky nuisance. Turning around, he sent glares to every single person in the hall who was staring at him.

Sure he had turned into an undeniable heart throb, they had no need to stare. "Take a bloody picture mates, it'll last longer." the sneer on his face was heard in his voice, and he could have sworn that he had seen Severus fighting to control his inward laughter.

Smirking, he did not see that blasted Creevey kid bring out his camera, grinning at that Boy-Who-Would-Not-Just-Up-And-Die, and passing the camera to him.

It was only too late before the camera flashed and he realized what they had done. No matter, let the two of them have their sick little fantasies. Oh no.... Crap no.. FUCK NO!!

Jumping up, he gave his utmost glare at the Boy-Who-Fucking-Did-Not-Die, who had multiplied the photo, about a hundred times, and was passing them around. "You insufferable idiotic piece of sh--" he was cut off by Dumbledore standing up and calling out for silence.

Oh thank God.

"Now now, students. Time for bed. Off to your dormitories with you. And Mr. Malfoy? You told them to take a picture..." The hall erupted with laughter as his face turned stony, his eyes narrowed to slits, and his lips pressed to a thin line.

Make that damn Dumbledore to hell.

Oh he would get Potter back for this. Oh yes he would.

Turning on his heel, his cheeks only slightly flushed and his hands balled into fists, Draco Malfoy swept out of the hall, his cloak billowing dramatically out behind him, his face stony as ever, those pair of eyes still boring into the back of his head just before he slammed the extravagant oak doors behind him, making the doors shudder in the process.

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Shaking his head, he made his way down towards the dungeons, his mind in turmoil of various angers. How anger can be varied, I do not know, but it happened then and there.

Kicking his door open after muttering the password to the Slytherin dorms, he stormed in, slamming the door shut behind him before grabbing his pillow, pressing it to his face and yelling into it, making it muffled. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, he continued screaming into the pillow before setting it down, feeling slightly better. God knows how many photos have gone around the school by now. If it had only been two people, heck, even three, he would not have cared. But the whole fucking school?!

This. Sucked.

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Those days classes were dull, boring, and over all crappy. Draco had no choice but to doodle in his notebooks, sneer at passing people who gawked, and stop himself from smashing his head on his desk out of boredom.. How boring can a day be?

And now he had walked around the school, relishing the company of himself instead of the crowds, seeing as it was night, he was the only one up.

Sighing, he walked down one of the many hallways of the blasted school, stopping at the notice board, jaw dropping at the sight he saw.

On the notice board, right in the very middle, his icy gray-blue eyes gazed back at him from the moving photo that the bloody Potter boy had taken. And just abso-bloody-lutely perfect... The fucking photo was smirking. At him. Stupid photo... Made him look so good... Bloody mobs going to be jumping him from the shadows.

But wait! Since he looked so good, he could use it to his advantage... Let people fawn over him... He would enjoy the ride along the way, play his advantages to the full.

Smirking back at the photo, he whispered to his miniature photo self, making the photo being nod profusely, an evil spark in the real Draco, and the photogenic Draco's eyes. They nodded in agreement, Draco continuing his way down the abandoned hallway, smirking mischievously to himself.

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The next morning, everyone gasped, seeing the change in the photo on the notice board, making their groins churn and cheeks flush.

The Draco in the photograph had taken his robes off, taken his school shirt off, aswell as his jumper, only his tie still around his neck and his trousers hung low on his hips, an evil, yet seductive smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. His hair un-gelled, and framing his beautiful face, as if a fallen angel. The photo Draco had his arms behind him, on the edge of the table top, propping himself up, as he was standing, one leg crossed over in front of the other leg. His shoulders were slumped, like the normal average teenager. The setting was still in the Great Hall, it was just that the person in the photograph had changed.

And then came Draco Malfoy sauntering around the corner, his hair down, and an identical smirk on his face to the photo's.

At the front of the crowd in front of the photo, was a flushed faced Harry Potter, face reddening slightly more at seeing the real Draco.

The Photo had changed throughout the school, all identical to the one on the Board.

Draco winked at the mob looking at him, then the photo, before walking away, towards the great hall.

Was it just him, or did something make him feel confused around the flushing Potter Boy? It was his imagination, he was sure of it. Probably that stupid Mudblood's spell.

Shrugging the thought off, he sat down at the near empty Slytherin table – it was too early for all the Slytherins to be there yet – smirking to himself, getting ready to enjoy the ride.

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A/N: SO!!! HOW WAS IT?! Please, feedback, please?! I enjoyed writing this, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

I LUB YOU MY REVIEWERS AND READERS!! * hugs *

Reviews:

Yana5: You will find out.. i have many plans to how it will turn out.

Sammygirl: I'm glad that you seem to like it.. And yes, being normal is really overrated :D

Shakespearette: No, I don't think that I'm the only writer to build sexual tension.. But I thank you for compliments (although I don't believe that it is better than usual slash Draco/Harry stories) It gets very annoying when they fall head over heels, isn't it? I mean, they're ENEMIES!! Hehe, thanks again :D I have a LOT of plans for this.. such as.. nope.. can't tell you!!

SilverandSilent: Eek!! Sorry for not updating sooner... as in.. in ten seconds... but at least I updated, huh? (P.S: A.F.I Rocks.. That's an understatement though.)

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