He sat at the Slytherin table eating his dinner with an irritated expression on his normally expressionless face. Pansy was off bickering and whining about something or other. Nothing of much importance to the Slytherin as far as he was concerned.
His silver blond hair contrasted ever so nicely with is pale skin. His hair fell into his cold gray eyes as they skimmed the great hall as if he was in search of something or someone. Then his eyes fell upon the Golden Trio. A sneer formed on his pale pink lips as he watched them laugh and smile at the Weasel King's so called joke.
'Look at them, laughing as if there were no war to be worrying about. Potter has a lot on his plate. He should at least be training. Merlin knows he will need it if he plans on killing the Dark Lord. But of course not, he is wasting his time with the Weasel King and the Mudblood Know-It-All. What a pity.' He thought. He too had a lot on his plate. Many decisions, which would either destroy him, or get him killed. Either way, the out come wouldn't be good. Not at all.
Just as he was about to look away, he noticed a flash of red that inflicted his vision. 'Ha, the Weaselette. I wonder why she isn't with Potter and his merry band of morons.' He thought putting his trademark smirk on. 'Wait why do I care?' he wondered but then his thoughts were interrupted by and annoyingly sweet voice to the left side of him. The voice unfortunately belonged to none other than Pansy Parkinson.
"Drakey? Have you been listening to me?" she said that that ever so annoying voice.
"No." he said flatly with no feeling.
It came to him naturally. Having grown up with Lucius Malfoy as a father does that to someone. Lucius made sure to teach him how to control his emotions and his facial expressions. 'That's what you get for having a Death Eater for a father.' Draco thought bitterly.
"Drakey, come on lets go back to the common room." Said a voice quite unlike the one he would normally hear saying that sentence. This made him smirk. But as soon as the smirk appeared, it vanished only to be replaced but a sneer.
" Blaise how many times do I have to tell you not to say that to me?" Draco said as he turned to face him.
"About a million times but I just can't help myself." He stated while chuckling.
" Well you better start listening to me if you don't want to get cursed into little pieces."
" Ha, like I said before, you have said that about a million times and I have yet to see it." he said with a smirk on his face. But that smirk was nothing compared to Draco's.
" Don't test me Zambini." He warned with a somewhat sinister look.
"Ooooo, I'm so scared." He said with laughter in his voice as he got up and headed for the Slytherin common room.
While walking to the common room, there was only one subject worth talking about. That subject was girls. They were after all Hogwarts most eligible bachelors let alone the Slytherin Sex Gods, as most girls would say, but some, like the Gryffindor girls would never admit to such things.
"So who will be the lucky pick this week Draco?" Blaise asked.
It was sort of a thing him and Draco had. Every week they would have different girlfriends, flavors of the week they would call them, but if the girls were lucky, they would be together for two weeks, tops. They would usually sweet talk them and try and get them into bed. What with the girls being more then willing, how could they say no?
"Well I was thinking about that Ravenclaw girl with blond hair and blue eyes." Draco said, sounding quite uninterested.
"What year is she in?" Blaise asked.
"I think a 7th year, like us." Draco replied.
"Oh, Cindy? Well she is sexy, I have to say that." Blaise commented with a sort of dazed look on his face.
"Well, I would have it no other way." He said with another one of his smirks.
There were a few moments of silence. There were other people behind them. By the looks of it they were 3rd years. They seem to be talking about something very interesting but nothing of importance to neither Draco nor Blaise.
Just as they were about to turn the last corner before reaching the common room Blaise broke the silence.
"What do you think about the Weasley girl?" was the question he asked.
Draco stopped in mid step and look at his brown haired friend as if he had gone mad. "The weaselette?" Draco said with disbelief.
"Yes. Did I not just say that?" Blaise said.
"Well I don't normally get asked of what I think about the littlest weasel." Draco stated.
" Just answer the question." Blaise said somewhat impatiently.
"Fine. Well she does have that absurd red hair which you could spot from a mile away. I don't know. I don't really pay much attention to weasels." Draco declared telling Blaise not to peruse it any further.
" What a shame. She's not bad for a weasel. Hell, she looks better then half the girls in this school. Much better." He said.
" Sure. A Weasley looking better then any girl in this school is a miracle." Draco said disbelievingly.
As they reached the portrait to the Slytherin common room Blaise said the password. "Thestrals"
As they both walked in Draco glanced around the common room. There wasn't really anyone occupying it since most of the students were still eating dinner in the Great Hall. Just as he thought his night was free, he remembered he had Transfigurations homework that was due for tomorrow. 'Great Draco, leave everything for the day before it's due' he silently thought to himself.
"Oy Blaise, I'll talk to you later. I'm going to the library to get some homework done." He said from across the room as he went to his own dorm to get his books. 'I guess being Head Boy does have some advantages. I get my own room. No more sharing with thick oafs that don't know their left hand from their right one' Draco thought absentmindedly as he retrieved his things and left his dormitory.
On his way to they library he couldn't help but think about what Blaise had said on their way to the common room. 'She's not bad for a weasel. Hell, she looks better then half the girls in this school. Much better'. 'She must look good cause Blaise always has good judgment when it comes to girls' He didn't know why it was bothering him so much but it was hard to believe that Weasley had actually grown out of her skinny, freckled face figure. 'I guess we'll just have to see' he thought as he reached to entrance to the library.
As he walked in, he started to look for an empty table at the back of the library preferably one close to the Restricted Section. While glancing at the back he noticed certain red headed figure writing at the table he was looking for. ' Ugh always count on a Weasley to mess things up for you' he thought annoyingly. He decided to get a table in the next best place, which was one at the back, closest to the window overlooking the Forbidden Forest.
As he sat down, he stared outside and into the Forbidden Forest. It was always mesmerizing to him. Even in 1st year when he had to serve a detention with Hagrid, and the Golden Trio. It always seems to call to him. Like if there was something inside the forest just waiting for him to come and find it.
He snapped out if his thoughts and opened his bag and took out his books and is unfinished homework, and started to write. Just as he was about to finish, he heard a cold girls voice come from one of the tables beside him, but he didn't look up.
"Tell me Potter, why are you really here?" the voice said, coldly.
Draco thought about who that voice could belong to. Then it clicked. 'The Weaselette?' he thought as he tried to listen harder to hear what they were talking about, but all he heard was "See I'm not as thick as you think I am Potter" from Ginny Weasley. As he lifted his head up, his stormy, steel grey eyes followed her from the table she was sitting at, all the way out of the library and into the corridor, while leaving Potter sitting their like a git for all to see. All Draco could think was ' Damn. Blaise was right…'