A/N: Hello everybody!! I'm sorry this chapter has taken so long, there are many reasons that can explain why it is so. Firstly, I have been very busy with school and volleyball. Secondly, I did not by any means like the first version of this chapter so I refuse to use it! And thirdly, there is no thirdly I'm just wasting time. So I leave you now, enjoy the chapter!

All my love,

Wolfy 65

Disclaimer: alas my ever so intelligent brain designed none of the characters. I know its disappointing, but sadly it is true. All rights to the said claim belong to the beloved J.K. Rowling.

Deputy Minister of Magic

By the time Saturday morning rolled around, Draco and his classmates were more than happy to welcome it. They were already laden down with so much homework that their bags were threatening to split down the middle. If this was any inclination, it was going to be a very long year.

With a wide yawn, Draco forced himself to roll from his warm bed, and stumble into the shower. As he finished his shower he stepped out, dried off, and pulled on his robes. He left his hair messy and hanging down over his eyes, giving them the effect of being darker than they really were.

On his way down to breakfast Draco nearly fell over Blaise, who was stooping to pick up a bit of parchment he had dropped.

"What the heck, Draco?" he exclaimed as he stood, brushing off his robes, and scowling at Draco.

Draco just snorted, and gave Blaise a look that dared him to say anything. Blaise rolled his eyes, and followed Draco to the Great Hall.

Pansy was on Draco before his bottom hit his chair. "How did you sleep, Draco? Do you want some bacon, Draco? What do you want to do this weekend, Draco? You really should eat more, Draco, you need to gain some weight," she squealed, not giving Draco time to answer (not that she expected one).

"Pansy," Draco exclaimed. "Take a sec to breathe will ya?" Draco stared at her, exasperated. Pansy just squealed with laughter, playfully slapping Draco's arm, but she did, however, let up a bit. Draco couldn't help but smirk, he loved being treated like a God.

After breakfast, Draco snaked his arm around Pansy's waist, and guided her back to the Common Room, closely followed by Blaise staring jealously at Draco. Blaise and Draco were friends but that didn't stop Blaise from hating him sometimes.

After some time, Crabbe and Goyle appeared through the portrait hole with wads of toast clamped protectively in their fat hands.

"Have you two seriously been in the Great Hall all this time?" Draco asked them disbelievingly.

"Yeah," Goyle grunted, shoving toast into his mouth. This caused Pansy to grimace in disgust.

"Honestly, must you be so disgusting?" she asked, frowning deeply with disgust. They just stared at her dumbly, and continued eating. Pansy rolled her eyes and returned to staring fondly at Draco. "Well Draky?" she asked. "What do you want to do today," she held his arm in a death grip, her fingernails, painted crimson, digging into he arm.

"Yikes," he said pulling her hand off his arm, holding it as if it were some spider. He looked at the color of her nails and raised his eyebrows at her. "Little bold, aren't we?" he asked, cocking one blonde eyebrow. "Well let me think, today we shall be doing…what else, homework," he sighed deeply before pulling himself free of Pansy's grasp, and trodding up the stairs to retrieving his bag. On his way up he had a head on collision with his eagle owl, Fire. Draco untied a green and silver envelope from her leg, noting the Malfoy emblem he new it to be from his father. He opened it, and read,

Draco,

I write bearing good news, I, Lucius Malfoy, have been promoted at the Ministry of Magic. Starting this coming Friday I will the deputy Minister of Magic. This means that I will work in close corridors with Cornelius Fudge. This will greatly assist out…cause. I trust that your first week at school has been going well. All is well at the Malfoy Manor. As usual unless a Ball or event of some importance, your mother expects you home for the Holidays. I trust that you are glad to hear the news, for it may bring forward your…participation in our…"cause," to an earlier date. Enjoy the rest of the year.

Deputy Minister of Magic,

Lucius Malfoy

P.S. Your mother has asked that I request that you write home soon.

Draco smirked as he folded the letter, and placed it in his pocket. Oh how he couldn't wait to rub this in Potter's face, deputy Minister of Magic, he sure would be mad. And on top of that it meant that he may be able to become a Death Eater even earlier, but if his father allowed this then he would be very surprised, his father believed very strongly, in "correct preparation." Still it was good news, and meant good things for Draco.

"Wow, that's wonderful, Draco," Pansy squealed, smiling delightedly at Draco he had just finished telling his friends the good news, he did not say out-loud the news about becoming a Death Eater it wasn't a good idea, after all the walls do tend to have ears sometimes.

All of his other friends were happy for him as well and they all smiled and said congratulations. Draco smirked, and began his homework. He didn't know whether it was the news about his father, or just that he didn't have as much work as he thought, but it seemed that in no time he was putting his books away, finished, and heading to dinner.

Much to Draco's pleasure, on the way to dinner he ran into Potter, Weasley, and Granger. "Have you heard, Weasley?" he drawled, approaching them.

"Heard what, Malfoy?" Ron asked fiercely.

"No, I don't suppose you father is important enough to have been notified after all. Well, then I am glad to be the first to tell you, my father has been elected Deputy Minister of Magic, second only to Cornelius Fundge himself," Draco smirked at the disbelieving looks on their faces.

Harry stepped in front of Ron and Hermione, and challenged, "Who in their right mind would make your father Deputy Minister of Magic, huh, stupid…"

"What Potter? Gonna' insult me? How about, ferret? Or is that getting a little old?" the crowd of Slytherins that had now formed, all laughed at Harry's bewildered face.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, it was still hard for Draco to decide, but, before Harry could retort or, alas, draw his wand, Professor Snape appeared at the end of the hall. Everyone except the Slytherins hurried away. Draco and his cronies followed the crowd to dinner. Though it seemed all of the Slytherin's comments on Draco's, "telling Harry off" fell on deaf ears, Draco really did hear them all, and made note of each one.

A/N: Hey all!!!! First of all, I am really sorry for the LONG wait between chapters, I have a lot going on right now, exams yuck. Second, I am terribly sorry for the short length of this chapter but I wanted to post it soon and plus writers block. I am not terribly happy with this chapter not much going on, but every stories must have info chapters. I leave with these parting words, REVIEW!!!!!!!!! Please, pretty please with sugar and candy on top. Let me know what ya' think.

Yours truly, Wolfy 65

Thanks to all my reviewers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!