Disclaimer: Potterverse belongs to JK Rowling, of course. I only own the plot.
history of magic
The first week of school passed by leisurely it seemed but yet, as Draco settled lazily into his chair just before class started, he was quite startled to find he was already in his second week of his last year at Hogwarts. It just sounded wrong to him somehow that he managed to let a whole seven days slip through his fingers without paying any particular attention to any particular activity. Professor Binns floated through the chalkboard and almost immediately began his monotonously dreary lecture, as though challenging himself to be increasingly insipid with each lesson. 'Why am I still taking this stupid class? Oh.. right. Bloody extra credits.'
The male blond student soon found his mind wandering, whether he wanted to or not was quite another matter entirely. He started thinking about Valentine's Day. A prefects' meeting on the night of their second day of school had shed light on some pretty vast changes to Hogwarts' school activities and despite his very verbal opinions on the matter, he was outvoted on the event that a ball of some sorts would be held on February 14th. Apparently the Yule Ball was not as popular now as it was back in his 4th year when the Triwizard Tournament had taken place. In fact, attempts to create an exact atmospheric replica of the Ball the previous year were dashed when safety became more important than being the first to ask the most popular girl out. Now, three years along, the prefects' had unanimously decided to cast out the idea of a Yule Ball in favor of one held on Valentine's Day itself. Of course, unanimous had meant his vote had fallen on deaf ears as the girls began to excitedly plan for the event even though it was almost half a year away.
His focusless gaze fell quite unconsciously on that Granger girl, sitting a row to his front and two seats away to his right. The Head Girl hadn't shown much interest in the outcome of the first prefects' meeting either and had clearly shown her distaste by pursing up her lips and rolling her eyes every now and then during the meeting. Then again, even she was unable to stop herself from volunteering to be the overall in charge of the Valentine event although Draco had a slight suspicion she only did it to feel in charge of something big.
Of course, Draco thought with a slight frown on his face, when Granger had volunteered herself to steed the Ball, she had volunteered him unwillingly. Her reason, as she spitefully revealed upon reaching their common room after the meeting, was that she didn't see any reason why she should be the only one steering the event and the Head Boy be left responsibility-free.
He had stared at her dumbfounded as she swiftly turned and walked off into her room, her stubbornly voluminous brown hair swishing past her proudly-held shoulders and down her small back. Now, he once again stared at the same unruly locks half-covering his sideway view of her as she sat in full concentration to the lesson, her lips almost ready to purse up any moment. Professor Binns had barely began explaining the sudden rise of some lord or other to become a certain influential Minister for Magic when an eager hand shot up and those same pair of lips shaped a question.
Whether or not Professor Binns replied, he didn't pay attention because a smirk tugged at his own lips. Granger had pursed her lips and such a look of concentration had contorted her features that he became rather amused. So amused, in fact, that he did not realise he had snickered out loud nor that his attention was entirely on Granger now instead of the class. Naturally, Granger's head whipped around to face him, thinking he was laughing at her question, shot him a look of pure unadulterated contempt that he was immediately shot out of his reverie.
Draco blinked and shook his head, not quite understanding what had just happened. Of course, it was a bit of a stretch to say it wasn't beyond him to always know why he did things half the time but it left him feeling puzzled all the same. He then decided to be safe and try show a little interest in the professor's boring recital and by the time his mind began wandering again, the school bell rang, signalling the end of class. Taking his time to pack his stuff back into his bookbag, he sauntered out of the classroom after almost every single student had gone.
"You think you know everything, don't you?" He looked up. The bushy-haired muggleborn was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed with a look of disgusted impatience on her face. "You think that just because you're a Malfoy," she spat out his name as though it was taboo just to say it, "You think you're so above everything else. Well let me just warn you, ferret boy, don't you dare try any funny business around here or I swear on Merlin's name you will NEVER live to see the end my wrath."
Once again, as though struck by deja vu, she rotated sharply on her heels and stalked away, her hair and robes billowing out behind her. Draco stood rooted for quite some time before what happened sank in, causing yet another irrepresible smirk to play upon his lips. He hoisted his bookbag over his shoulder and walked off in the opposite direction. 'Who needs the WWN when there's Granger?'