Draco Malfoy stirred in his over sized four poster bed in his shared
dormitory. The sun was pouring through a crack in the bottle green curtains
which hung at his window.
He rolled onto his side and his head gave a painful throb. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and fore finger, trying to remember what he had did the night before to wake with such a headache.
He vaguely remembered a bottle of Firewhisky. And a second one.
Draco groaned and rolled over again so he was face down. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone stir next to him.
His head shot up and he focused on a curtain of black hair.
"Hey!" Draco said impatiently, pushing Blaise Zabini awake. "Get out of my bed!"
"Hey Draco," Blaise said with a sleepy smile. "I'm surprised you're awake so early after last night."
"I said go. Sod off back to your own bed," Draco said tersely, shoving Blaise roughly from him.
"Nice, Draco. Real nice. I'll remember this next time you come begging. Next time you might find yourself alone and you know it's not nearly as fun," Blaise teased, tossing her long hair as she got out of bed and slipped her dressing gown on.
"Don't worry; I doubt I'll ever be that desperate again. Anyway, like you'd say no to me, Draco Malfoy. Hell, you'd say yes to Hagrid if he asked you," Draco spat at her and turned away from her. He heard her sigh angrily a few times then she stormed out, slamming the door very loudly behind her.
Draco swore into his pillow, the noise made Draco's head throb horribly and painfully. He swore again and threw himself out of bed.
It was very early and Crabbe, Goyle and Stallion were still asleep. Well Crabbe and Goyle were, Stallion was an insomniac. He enjoyed not sleeping though which Draco found extremely weird. He didn't like Stallion very much at all.
Draco stretched his arms upwards and caught himself in the mirror. He looked at his reflection, studying the person he was. He smirked at himself, the gloating smile he had perfected many years ago. His body was the result of six years worth of Quidditch and he had to admit, it was a great one.
He considered himself a good looking person, perhaps the best looking boy in the school. The amount of girls he had slept with was enough proof for anyone.
Draco looked away from the mirror and searched for his discarded underwear from the night before. He still couldn't remember much at all, something he was getting very used to.
He was drinking more and more now as it was the only thing that could numb his pains. He couldn't tell anyone his problems, he was Draco Malfoy after- all - Draco Malfoy didn't have problems. Problems equaled weakness. Problems meant you weren't in control of your life. Problems meant you cared about things. Or people.
And he defiantly cared too much for one person in particular. This one person would cause the downfall of everything Draco was. Everything his father had taught him to be.
But Draco had grown up now. He was an eighteen year old man with his own mind and thoughts. Most importantly, he had feelings for someone other than himself.
By the time Draco had showered, shaved, dressed and groomed, Crabbe and Goyle were only just waking up.
"Fat, lazy sods," Draco muttered, as he left the dorm. He couldn't be bothered to decipher their grunts this morning. He needed a coffee and Snape's hangover potion.
He dawdled down the long stone corridor that held all the Slytherin boys dorms. No-one else seemed to be awake just yet. He enjoyed hearing the whispers of 'That's Draco Malfoy!' from the first years but he wouldn't be getting any this morning.
Draco stepped through the door into the long, green Slytherin common room. The fire was still smoldering from the night before and a six year was asleep on one of the gothic looking wooden benches that served as a couch.
As he left the Slytherin common room, he lazily pointed his wand over his shoulder and muttered a spell. He left the explosions and the shocked scream behind him. He smirked to himself but didn't actually make him feel any better, like it used to.
There were a few students dotted about the corridors, making their way to breakfast.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw," Draco said cockily to a Ravenclaw fifth year who was minding her own business tying her shoe lace.
"Fifteen points from Hufflepuff," Draco said to another girl who was waiting for a friend.
"Hey!" She said, forgetting herself. Draco glared at her and she shrank away from him.
"I love being Head Boy," Draco muttered to himself but didn't get a chance to smirk again.
"If it isn't Potty and Weasel. Loitering in the corridors, eh boys? I'd say that's twenty points a piece," Draco drawled and came to a stop in front of Harry and Ron.
"Shove it Malfoy," Ron spat at him, as he and Harry had also came to a halt in front of him.
"That wasn't very nice," Draco said, pretending to look hurt and shocked. "You've hurt my feelings and disrespected your Head Boy. Tut, tut, tut," Draco continued, twirling his wand in his fingers.
"Take as many points as you want Ferret Face, Hermione'll just replace them later," Harry retorted. Draco's mouth tightened at the Ferret Face comment. He still wasn't completely over the incident, although watching his father murder that weirdo Moody had helped considerably.
"Get out of my way," Draco barked, pushing past them both. His head was banging too much to get into a duel. He really needed that potion.
"Malfoy?" A voice said. It was bossy and determined. One person.
"Granger?" Draco said, abit taken aback as he turned to see where she was. She had a face like thunder and was standing with her hands on her hips.
"Where were you? You know we're supposed to look after the first years! If you're not going to do your duty and just take House Points when you feel like it then - ," Hermione began her usual rant and rage.
"Then what? You'll go sniveling to Dumbledore? Get Weasel after me? Please," Draco said, rolling his eyes. Hermione was getting angrier and angrier.
"Stop abusing your authority. If I see you taking anymore unlawful points, I'll make a complaint. You don't deserve to be Head Boy anyway!" Hermione spat at him.
"Oh yeah? I suppose Saint Potter was most annoyed when his badge didn't come, he usually gets everything anyway," Draco said sulkily.
"Oh grow up Malfoy!" Hermione shouted and stormed off toward Ron and Harry who were sniggering. Draco was now in an even worse mood as he strode down the dank corridors that led to Professor Snape's classroom.
Draco reached the door and smoothed his hair before he knocked. He didn't wait to be told to come in, instead just shoving the door open and swinging in.
Snape was sitting at his desk, marking pieces of parchments viciously then throwing them onto a separate pile. He looked up when he heard Draco enter.
"Yes?" Snape asked, looking away from Draco and continuing marking.
"I need another potion," Draco replied, stopping in front of his desk.
Snape looked up sharply.
"Another?"
Draco looked at his feet. His father had warned him to curb his drinking but what did he know?
"Yes, I need another. And probably more so make a large batch," Draco replied.
Snape said nothing as he put his black quill down and swooped to his personal store cupboard. He reached for a bottled potion which was a nasty green looking colour.
He placed on his desk in front of Draco. Draco went to reach for it but Snape caught his wrist.
"This will be the last time Malfoy. I'm not your wet nurse. If I find you in here again after it, I'll owl your father personally. Understood?" Snape's eyes were boring into Draco's and he knew he was beat. He could live without the hangover cure, Muggles did, didn't they?
"Yes, uncle," Draco said sincerely and snatched his arm away from Snape's grip.
He left the classroom and made his way back toward the Great Hall for some breakfast. As he went, Draco pulled out the cork on the bottle and downed the disgusting mess in one. He tossed the bottle away and put on his best 'I'm Head Boy so watch it' face.
It amused him when younger students got of his way as he passed. He was finally king of Hogwarts...well he always had been but at least his badge proved it.
Draco jogged up the stone steps and found the corridors weren't as packed as usual. Instead, he saw Hermione striding straight toward him, clutching the Daily Prophet.
"What does she want now?" Draco thought to himself as it was quite clear she was heading straight for him.
"What?" Draco said sourly as Hermione stopped in front of him.
"I," Hermione began and Draco noticed her face had softened. She glanced away from him. "I just read about your mother. I'm, I'm sorry."
Draco felt the colour drain from his face. Hermione must've noticed because she stepped back from him slightly, her grip tightening on the paper.
"Give me that," Draco demanded and snatched the Prophet from her. The headline made his insides turn to ice. They had found out.
Draco looked up from the paper at Hermione, who looked quite scared.
"This is no-one's business but mine. I don't need your sympathy Mudblood," Draco spat, screwing up the paper. Hermione changed from frightened to angry.
"Why did I even bother?" She replied angrily, looking at Draco. Even though he was scowling, his grey eyes were hollow and full of hurt. "But I am sorry, no-one deserves this. Not even you."
Draco watched as once again, Hermione turned on her heel and strode back down the corridor, her hair bouncing behind her.
He looked away and back at the newspaper. It had all the details of his mother's death but had conveniently left out the part about how his father had actually used his wife as a shield to save his own skin.
Draco screwed up the paper and squeezed tightly between his hands until they began to hurt. Now the whole of Hogwarts would know. Great.
He rolled onto his side and his head gave a painful throb. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and fore finger, trying to remember what he had did the night before to wake with such a headache.
He vaguely remembered a bottle of Firewhisky. And a second one.
Draco groaned and rolled over again so he was face down. He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone stir next to him.
His head shot up and he focused on a curtain of black hair.
"Hey!" Draco said impatiently, pushing Blaise Zabini awake. "Get out of my bed!"
"Hey Draco," Blaise said with a sleepy smile. "I'm surprised you're awake so early after last night."
"I said go. Sod off back to your own bed," Draco said tersely, shoving Blaise roughly from him.
"Nice, Draco. Real nice. I'll remember this next time you come begging. Next time you might find yourself alone and you know it's not nearly as fun," Blaise teased, tossing her long hair as she got out of bed and slipped her dressing gown on.
"Don't worry; I doubt I'll ever be that desperate again. Anyway, like you'd say no to me, Draco Malfoy. Hell, you'd say yes to Hagrid if he asked you," Draco spat at her and turned away from her. He heard her sigh angrily a few times then she stormed out, slamming the door very loudly behind her.
Draco swore into his pillow, the noise made Draco's head throb horribly and painfully. He swore again and threw himself out of bed.
It was very early and Crabbe, Goyle and Stallion were still asleep. Well Crabbe and Goyle were, Stallion was an insomniac. He enjoyed not sleeping though which Draco found extremely weird. He didn't like Stallion very much at all.
Draco stretched his arms upwards and caught himself in the mirror. He looked at his reflection, studying the person he was. He smirked at himself, the gloating smile he had perfected many years ago. His body was the result of six years worth of Quidditch and he had to admit, it was a great one.
He considered himself a good looking person, perhaps the best looking boy in the school. The amount of girls he had slept with was enough proof for anyone.
Draco looked away from the mirror and searched for his discarded underwear from the night before. He still couldn't remember much at all, something he was getting very used to.
He was drinking more and more now as it was the only thing that could numb his pains. He couldn't tell anyone his problems, he was Draco Malfoy after- all - Draco Malfoy didn't have problems. Problems equaled weakness. Problems meant you weren't in control of your life. Problems meant you cared about things. Or people.
And he defiantly cared too much for one person in particular. This one person would cause the downfall of everything Draco was. Everything his father had taught him to be.
But Draco had grown up now. He was an eighteen year old man with his own mind and thoughts. Most importantly, he had feelings for someone other than himself.
By the time Draco had showered, shaved, dressed and groomed, Crabbe and Goyle were only just waking up.
"Fat, lazy sods," Draco muttered, as he left the dorm. He couldn't be bothered to decipher their grunts this morning. He needed a coffee and Snape's hangover potion.
He dawdled down the long stone corridor that held all the Slytherin boys dorms. No-one else seemed to be awake just yet. He enjoyed hearing the whispers of 'That's Draco Malfoy!' from the first years but he wouldn't be getting any this morning.
Draco stepped through the door into the long, green Slytherin common room. The fire was still smoldering from the night before and a six year was asleep on one of the gothic looking wooden benches that served as a couch.
As he left the Slytherin common room, he lazily pointed his wand over his shoulder and muttered a spell. He left the explosions and the shocked scream behind him. He smirked to himself but didn't actually make him feel any better, like it used to.
There were a few students dotted about the corridors, making their way to breakfast.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw," Draco said cockily to a Ravenclaw fifth year who was minding her own business tying her shoe lace.
"Fifteen points from Hufflepuff," Draco said to another girl who was waiting for a friend.
"Hey!" She said, forgetting herself. Draco glared at her and she shrank away from him.
"I love being Head Boy," Draco muttered to himself but didn't get a chance to smirk again.
"If it isn't Potty and Weasel. Loitering in the corridors, eh boys? I'd say that's twenty points a piece," Draco drawled and came to a stop in front of Harry and Ron.
"Shove it Malfoy," Ron spat at him, as he and Harry had also came to a halt in front of him.
"That wasn't very nice," Draco said, pretending to look hurt and shocked. "You've hurt my feelings and disrespected your Head Boy. Tut, tut, tut," Draco continued, twirling his wand in his fingers.
"Take as many points as you want Ferret Face, Hermione'll just replace them later," Harry retorted. Draco's mouth tightened at the Ferret Face comment. He still wasn't completely over the incident, although watching his father murder that weirdo Moody had helped considerably.
"Get out of my way," Draco barked, pushing past them both. His head was banging too much to get into a duel. He really needed that potion.
"Malfoy?" A voice said. It was bossy and determined. One person.
"Granger?" Draco said, abit taken aback as he turned to see where she was. She had a face like thunder and was standing with her hands on her hips.
"Where were you? You know we're supposed to look after the first years! If you're not going to do your duty and just take House Points when you feel like it then - ," Hermione began her usual rant and rage.
"Then what? You'll go sniveling to Dumbledore? Get Weasel after me? Please," Draco said, rolling his eyes. Hermione was getting angrier and angrier.
"Stop abusing your authority. If I see you taking anymore unlawful points, I'll make a complaint. You don't deserve to be Head Boy anyway!" Hermione spat at him.
"Oh yeah? I suppose Saint Potter was most annoyed when his badge didn't come, he usually gets everything anyway," Draco said sulkily.
"Oh grow up Malfoy!" Hermione shouted and stormed off toward Ron and Harry who were sniggering. Draco was now in an even worse mood as he strode down the dank corridors that led to Professor Snape's classroom.
Draco reached the door and smoothed his hair before he knocked. He didn't wait to be told to come in, instead just shoving the door open and swinging in.
Snape was sitting at his desk, marking pieces of parchments viciously then throwing them onto a separate pile. He looked up when he heard Draco enter.
"Yes?" Snape asked, looking away from Draco and continuing marking.
"I need another potion," Draco replied, stopping in front of his desk.
Snape looked up sharply.
"Another?"
Draco looked at his feet. His father had warned him to curb his drinking but what did he know?
"Yes, I need another. And probably more so make a large batch," Draco replied.
Snape said nothing as he put his black quill down and swooped to his personal store cupboard. He reached for a bottled potion which was a nasty green looking colour.
He placed on his desk in front of Draco. Draco went to reach for it but Snape caught his wrist.
"This will be the last time Malfoy. I'm not your wet nurse. If I find you in here again after it, I'll owl your father personally. Understood?" Snape's eyes were boring into Draco's and he knew he was beat. He could live without the hangover cure, Muggles did, didn't they?
"Yes, uncle," Draco said sincerely and snatched his arm away from Snape's grip.
He left the classroom and made his way back toward the Great Hall for some breakfast. As he went, Draco pulled out the cork on the bottle and downed the disgusting mess in one. He tossed the bottle away and put on his best 'I'm Head Boy so watch it' face.
It amused him when younger students got of his way as he passed. He was finally king of Hogwarts...well he always had been but at least his badge proved it.
Draco jogged up the stone steps and found the corridors weren't as packed as usual. Instead, he saw Hermione striding straight toward him, clutching the Daily Prophet.
"What does she want now?" Draco thought to himself as it was quite clear she was heading straight for him.
"What?" Draco said sourly as Hermione stopped in front of him.
"I," Hermione began and Draco noticed her face had softened. She glanced away from him. "I just read about your mother. I'm, I'm sorry."
Draco felt the colour drain from his face. Hermione must've noticed because she stepped back from him slightly, her grip tightening on the paper.
"Give me that," Draco demanded and snatched the Prophet from her. The headline made his insides turn to ice. They had found out.
Draco looked up from the paper at Hermione, who looked quite scared.
"This is no-one's business but mine. I don't need your sympathy Mudblood," Draco spat, screwing up the paper. Hermione changed from frightened to angry.
"Why did I even bother?" She replied angrily, looking at Draco. Even though he was scowling, his grey eyes were hollow and full of hurt. "But I am sorry, no-one deserves this. Not even you."
Draco watched as once again, Hermione turned on her heel and strode back down the corridor, her hair bouncing behind her.
He looked away and back at the newspaper. It had all the details of his mother's death but had conveniently left out the part about how his father had actually used his wife as a shield to save his own skin.
Draco screwed up the paper and squeezed tightly between his hands until they began to hurt. Now the whole of Hogwarts would know. Great.