Draco enjoyed Potions very much. Mainly because all he had to do was sit at
the back and enjoy seeing Snape torture the Gryffindor's.
It was a shame really that Longbottom hadn't decided to do Potions for his NEWTs, Draco had enjoyed seeing him squirm under Snape's hateful eye the most.
Draco was sitting next to Crabbe at the back with his head resting on the table, listening to Hermione answer every single question with extreme gusto. He looked up and noticed Parvati Patil had been gazing at him, she quickly looked away though and began scribbling something to make it look like she was making notes.
Draco smirked, another lamb to the slaughter he supposed.
"Anyone else? Please before Granger's head gets any bigger?" Snape said lazily, tired of listening to Hermione. Ron was shooting daggers at Snape but Hermione had learnt not to let the comments hurt her. She merely continued writing her notes.
"Malfoy, how about you?" Snape said suddenly, looking expectantly at him.
Draco panicked slightly, he hadn't been listening at all. What the hell was the question? If Snape made him look a fool, he would be very sorry indeed.
"I'll repeat the question, shall I?" Snape said, his eyes glittering. A few students laughed quietly and exchanged glances. Ron and Harry turned and looked at Draco expectantly, smirking.
"How long does truth serum take to mature?" Snape said slowly and carefully. Draco gave him a hard look, he was a very lucky one. That question was easy.
"A month or even better, a full moon's cycle," Draco replied lazily, not bothering to look at Snape as he said it, instead scratching the desk with his quill.
"Good Draco, twenty points to Slytherin," Snape said, turning back to the blackboard.
Some of the students whispered angrily. Hermione had answered at least a dozen hard questions perfectly and hadn't earnt a single point but Draco got twenty for the easiest question all lesson!
Draco just sat smugly, grinning obnoxiously at everyone who dared turn to give him a dirty look. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing stupidly at his side.
The lesson ended and Draco wanted to get out quickly. He got to the door and someone ran into him, almost knocking him over.
"Watch it Cross!" Draco said hotly, smoothing his robe as Stallion merely carried on without a backward glance or a sorry. Draco stood, watching him angrily.
"I can't believe Snape, the greasy git. Twenty points to Slytherin for that!" Ron was saying heatedly to Hermione and Harry. They pushed past the crush at the door, not noticing Draco. Parvati however, who was following along behind them turned and flashed Draco a smile.
Draco didn't smile back as he was too maddened by Stallion but he made a mental note to think up a plan for her later, even if she was a Gryffindor.
"Draco!" Hermione said suddenly. It caught Draco very unawares, hadn't he just seen her walk off?
"What?" He snapped back, and stalked down the corridor, making Hermione follow him.
"We have to make sure everyone is back in their common rooms by nine remember? Are you going to turn up tonight or am I going to have to patrol alone again?" Hermione asked airily.
"I'll be there, stop pestering me for one minute, will you?" Draco said. He was very annoyed and didn't know why.
"Fine, See you then," Hermione snapped back and turned, leaving Draco alone.
He stopped and watched after her, a habit he couldn't get rid of. He wanted to make sure she got out of eye sight alright, even if he didn't admit to himself.
"OI! Malfoy!" An unmistakable voice shrieked. Draco turned, in no mood for Pansy Parkinson today.
She came walking towards him with her little gang, smirking and clutching the Daily Prophet. Draco felt his cheeks drain of colour again.
"Oh sod off Pansy," Draco barked and went to walk away. The girls began their high pitched giggling as Pansy stepped forward, clearing her throat to read from the newspaper.
"Ahem, shocking news emerged today of the death of a member of one of the most influential families of the decade. Narcissa Malfoy, 41 was murdered late this summer -," Pansy began reading but was cut off by Draco who grabbed her wrist tightly and ripped the paper from her hands.
"I'm well aware of how my mother was killed. I don't need your pug face telling me, got it? If I find out you've been going around giggling like the idiot you are about it, I'll hurt you so much, you'll wish you were at the hands of Lord Voldemort instead of I," Draco hissed. He threw Pansy's arm away from him, leaving her open mouthed and trembling. Her gang all looked petrified.
Draco stormed off down the corridor, leaving the group of idiots behind.
That night at dinner, Draco was sat between Crabbe and Goyle, feeling nauseous at the disgusting noises they were making.
Draco pushed his food around his plate and looking discreetly over at Hermione who was chatting to Ginny Weasley. He watched Hermione laugh at something and give Ron a look he'd wish she'd give him.
Draco sipped his pumpkin juice and noticed Parvati was looking at him again, smiling shyly. All this girl did was look at him! Draco reminded himself to talk to her later; it'd be a personal best to get with twins. Two very attractive and willing twins.
Draco heard a shriek from the other end of the Slytherin table. It was Pansy. Draco ignored it, he had no more time for her. They'd had a very rough break-up and Draco wondered what he ever saw in her.
Suddenly, a burning pain so intense on Draco's left forearm made him gasp and drop his cutlery onto his plate, making it clatter loudly. He grabbed his forearm tightly and screwed up his eyes, Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same.
"Come on," Draco grunted, getting up from the table and ignoring the odd looks. He saw Harry whisper something to Ron and they both gave him dirty, knowing looks.
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle huddled outside the Great Hall, breathing quickly. Draco rolled up his sleeve slowly, revealing a burning black skull and serpent.
"It's Lord Voldemort," Draco uttered as Crabbe and Goyle looked at their own arms. Pansy came striding up behind them, clutching her arm.
"What's he playing at?" She demanded, as if Draco would know.
"We better get down to Hogsmeade and Apparate. He's obviously serious about this," Draco said shortly and headed toward the main doors of Hogwarts castle.
It was a shame really that Longbottom hadn't decided to do Potions for his NEWTs, Draco had enjoyed seeing him squirm under Snape's hateful eye the most.
Draco was sitting next to Crabbe at the back with his head resting on the table, listening to Hermione answer every single question with extreme gusto. He looked up and noticed Parvati Patil had been gazing at him, she quickly looked away though and began scribbling something to make it look like she was making notes.
Draco smirked, another lamb to the slaughter he supposed.
"Anyone else? Please before Granger's head gets any bigger?" Snape said lazily, tired of listening to Hermione. Ron was shooting daggers at Snape but Hermione had learnt not to let the comments hurt her. She merely continued writing her notes.
"Malfoy, how about you?" Snape said suddenly, looking expectantly at him.
Draco panicked slightly, he hadn't been listening at all. What the hell was the question? If Snape made him look a fool, he would be very sorry indeed.
"I'll repeat the question, shall I?" Snape said, his eyes glittering. A few students laughed quietly and exchanged glances. Ron and Harry turned and looked at Draco expectantly, smirking.
"How long does truth serum take to mature?" Snape said slowly and carefully. Draco gave him a hard look, he was a very lucky one. That question was easy.
"A month or even better, a full moon's cycle," Draco replied lazily, not bothering to look at Snape as he said it, instead scratching the desk with his quill.
"Good Draco, twenty points to Slytherin," Snape said, turning back to the blackboard.
Some of the students whispered angrily. Hermione had answered at least a dozen hard questions perfectly and hadn't earnt a single point but Draco got twenty for the easiest question all lesson!
Draco just sat smugly, grinning obnoxiously at everyone who dared turn to give him a dirty look. Crabbe and Goyle were laughing stupidly at his side.
The lesson ended and Draco wanted to get out quickly. He got to the door and someone ran into him, almost knocking him over.
"Watch it Cross!" Draco said hotly, smoothing his robe as Stallion merely carried on without a backward glance or a sorry. Draco stood, watching him angrily.
"I can't believe Snape, the greasy git. Twenty points to Slytherin for that!" Ron was saying heatedly to Hermione and Harry. They pushed past the crush at the door, not noticing Draco. Parvati however, who was following along behind them turned and flashed Draco a smile.
Draco didn't smile back as he was too maddened by Stallion but he made a mental note to think up a plan for her later, even if she was a Gryffindor.
"Draco!" Hermione said suddenly. It caught Draco very unawares, hadn't he just seen her walk off?
"What?" He snapped back, and stalked down the corridor, making Hermione follow him.
"We have to make sure everyone is back in their common rooms by nine remember? Are you going to turn up tonight or am I going to have to patrol alone again?" Hermione asked airily.
"I'll be there, stop pestering me for one minute, will you?" Draco said. He was very annoyed and didn't know why.
"Fine, See you then," Hermione snapped back and turned, leaving Draco alone.
He stopped and watched after her, a habit he couldn't get rid of. He wanted to make sure she got out of eye sight alright, even if he didn't admit to himself.
"OI! Malfoy!" An unmistakable voice shrieked. Draco turned, in no mood for Pansy Parkinson today.
She came walking towards him with her little gang, smirking and clutching the Daily Prophet. Draco felt his cheeks drain of colour again.
"Oh sod off Pansy," Draco barked and went to walk away. The girls began their high pitched giggling as Pansy stepped forward, clearing her throat to read from the newspaper.
"Ahem, shocking news emerged today of the death of a member of one of the most influential families of the decade. Narcissa Malfoy, 41 was murdered late this summer -," Pansy began reading but was cut off by Draco who grabbed her wrist tightly and ripped the paper from her hands.
"I'm well aware of how my mother was killed. I don't need your pug face telling me, got it? If I find out you've been going around giggling like the idiot you are about it, I'll hurt you so much, you'll wish you were at the hands of Lord Voldemort instead of I," Draco hissed. He threw Pansy's arm away from him, leaving her open mouthed and trembling. Her gang all looked petrified.
Draco stormed off down the corridor, leaving the group of idiots behind.
That night at dinner, Draco was sat between Crabbe and Goyle, feeling nauseous at the disgusting noises they were making.
Draco pushed his food around his plate and looking discreetly over at Hermione who was chatting to Ginny Weasley. He watched Hermione laugh at something and give Ron a look he'd wish she'd give him.
Draco sipped his pumpkin juice and noticed Parvati was looking at him again, smiling shyly. All this girl did was look at him! Draco reminded himself to talk to her later; it'd be a personal best to get with twins. Two very attractive and willing twins.
Draco heard a shriek from the other end of the Slytherin table. It was Pansy. Draco ignored it, he had no more time for her. They'd had a very rough break-up and Draco wondered what he ever saw in her.
Suddenly, a burning pain so intense on Draco's left forearm made him gasp and drop his cutlery onto his plate, making it clatter loudly. He grabbed his forearm tightly and screwed up his eyes, Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same.
"Come on," Draco grunted, getting up from the table and ignoring the odd looks. He saw Harry whisper something to Ron and they both gave him dirty, knowing looks.
Draco, Crabbe and Goyle huddled outside the Great Hall, breathing quickly. Draco rolled up his sleeve slowly, revealing a burning black skull and serpent.
"It's Lord Voldemort," Draco uttered as Crabbe and Goyle looked at their own arms. Pansy came striding up behind them, clutching her arm.
"What's he playing at?" She demanded, as if Draco would know.
"We better get down to Hogsmeade and Apparate. He's obviously serious about this," Draco said shortly and headed toward the main doors of Hogwarts castle.