Dinner past rapidly, so did the old crackpots speech on how we should take more note on 'house unity' because Voldemort will attack sooner or later. I almost felt like standing on top of the Slytherin Table and shouting"I killed him you pathetic excuse for wizards, I killed Voldemort" but I rethought my position. It wouldn't be very good to confess in front of every one of these mere servants of the Malfoys.

As soon as we were dismissed, bloody greasy Snape dared to place his hand on my shoulder, and actually ordering me to see Albus Dumb-ass with the pregnant Head Girl. I slowly strolled passed the other less-superior students heading in the opposite direction and casually winking at Granger, making her blush with flattery and anger or it would seem so.

"Since Mr. Malfoy has chosen to join us, I think I will begin what I say every year, to every Head Boy and Girl. You don't have to call each other by your first name; however, you must treat each other and yourself with respect and have almost a mutual understanding. If you do not agree to this, well, I know the next candidates for Head Boy and Head Girl who will replace you. Understand" Dumbledore seemed blunter and stricter this year, he was still an insane lunatic though, that fault in him will cause his downfall.

I certainly will not even consider respecting anyone below myself, I do not respect mudbloods, crackpots, half-bloods nor anything else for that matter.

Another killing spree is in order, Tom Riddle's little Basilisk only paralyzed them; even the supposed evil wizard of all time couldn't kill students with his snake…

Yes, but we won't kill the pathetic mudbloods yet, I'll feed them the Potion of Split Personalities so they can destroy themselves. I'll take care of some disgusting purebloods tonight though…

"Mr. Malfoy, are you listening" Dumbly-dork inquired, his eyes twinkled in a pathetic manner.

I guess he places a spell on the lights to make his eyes twinkle.

"Yes, I understand." I drawled lazily, seeming carefree and assuming the air of my arrogant self once again.

"Good, now you may be dismissed, meetings are held once a fortnight on Wednesday nights in the Room of Requirement at ten o'clock sharp. You're rounds will be on Monday, Thursday and Friday nights from six until ten o'clock and I must warn you: Do not abuse your Head power." The ancient should-be-dead-by-now Headmaster warned us both before strolling off with McGonagall and Snape flanking him.

As soon as the professors had left the hall Granger rounded onto me.

"Why in Merlin's name did you do that" she demanded, nostrils flaring and hair unbelievably resembling a large bush.

"Now Miss I'm-a-cross-between-a-mudblood-and-a-banshee what did I do now that has so obviously bothered you" I drawled softly, my superior smirk plastered on my perfect face once again.

"You know what I mean Mr. Oh-I'm-perfect-especially-when-I've-got-something-very-big-up-my-arse-and-I-look-like-a-bloody-ferret-too, why the hell did you wink at me"

"You think I'm perfect, why Granger you shouldn't have bothered trying to tell me something I already know and you should also try and use something original for once. Why can't I wink at an ugly, poor-liking pregnant little girl" I had extreme pleasure in dragging out the last bit, making her gasp in shock and her face drained slowly paling.

"I don't know what you mean Malfoy." Granger huffed and hurried out of the hall, leaving me alone and content with my less-subtle approach to start blackmailing.

"You will soon, you haven't felt that wrath of Draco Malfoy yet, and neither has this school." I whispered softly, promising the beginning of changes in this school.

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My disguise this time was different; I decided to enveloped myself all in black and silver, complete with my own mask that I had bought a last year, when there were rumors of a Masquerade Ball in the sixth year.

As I climbed into the portrait-hole, knife well hidden beneath my clothing and my eyes fixed on my prize.

Her throat was fat, also everything else resembling body parts on this girl. I hated her yet her pathetic and ditzy antics amused me greatly. Her despicable hair clung to her sweaty, puffy face, she resembled everything I hated, and as I held the knife to Pansy's throat, all my anger flooded my vision.

All I could see is red as I continued slicing her throat until there was nothing left of it. The blood drenched the sheets and her head had been knocked off the bed and was rolling around aimlessly on the stone cold floor. When I had finally stopped destroying my fiancée, I picked up her head and looked at it for a while.

Pansy's hair was still flattened by her sickly sweat but this time, it was accompanied by her deep red blood too, giving her a Halloween costume look. As I studied that late Pansy Parkinson's head I noticed many things different from her before I decapitated her. For one, Pansy's cow brown eyes had popped out of their dark hollow sockets and hung loosely on tiny vein strings that occasionally dripped soft, pale liquid and deep shadowy blood. Another thing that stood out is that her mouth was close and quiet, unlike when she was alive, when her tongue was around something all time.

After I had replaced the empty head back on the fluffy, blood-moist sheets, near the rest of her body; I moved onto my next victims, the rest of the Seventh Year Slytherins.

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