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Draco's Point of View

"Blaise," I whispered, smirking slightly as we sat in our Divination class, Professor Trelawny's voicegoing on and on in the vaguest area of the background. "Quit looking at Pansy."

"I wasn't looking at her," he countered, looking slightly annoyed.

"Mate, you were staring right at her," I snorted, raising an eyebrow at him as I leaned back into my seat. "I mean, I know she's gorgeous, but--"

"Is that all you ever think about?" Some girl from Ravenclaw cut into our conversation, leaning over to us. "How hot girls are?"

Blaise turned his head from her, making his get-this-girl-out-of-my-face expression at me. I snorted at it, responding to her, "No." Still, she kept her eyes narrowed as she leaned back into her seat.

"Honestly," Blaise muttered to me, not bothering to make sure that the girl couldn't hear. "Are all Ravenclaws so nosy?"

"Not just them, Blaise," I answered, grinning. "Don't forget our good friend, Granger. It's the Hufflepuffs that really don't act like they know everything-- but only because they don't know anything." We both chuckled at this, turning back to Professor Trelawny.

Still, as we took notes on why Jupiter must align with Mars for a nine percent chance of good luck (the highest amount of good luck we'd ever have), my mind kept on wandering back to what the Ravenclaw had asked us. What girl did I know that had anything more than looks? No one.

Somehow, that question began to mold into a memory from when I had been seven or eight as we left the Astronomy tower...

&Memory&

"Draco, Dumblebee wouldn't put the Imperious Curse on you. He's too against all the useful spells in life," a friend of mine, Jake, said skeptically, only repeating what his mother had told him the night before.

"Well someone put it on me 'cause I fought it off so hard that I... ended up kicking Dumblebee in the shins and running away," I countered, trying to keep my story believable.

"Yeah, right," Jake cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. "No one can fight the Imperious Curse."

"Then how am I still living, huh?" I asked in my annoyed tone, raising an eyebrow at Jake. "People with grey eyes can fight it."

"People with grey eyes are colorblind!" Jake near yelled at me, angry at his brown eyes. "They see everything in grey!"

"That's not the only type of colorblind," I said, pouting. "You can mix up your colors, too."

&

"What're you doing, Granger?" I asked quite suddenly, looking up from my memory. The mudblood was lying on top of me on the corridor's floor.

"We bumped into eachother, if you've got such a bad memory to forget what happened three seconds ago," she explained coldly, picking herself up and off of me so that I suddenly felt quite chilly.

"Just keep your dirty blood off of me in the future," I muttered, picking myself up as well and glaring at her.

"Same goes for you," she responded snobbishly, marching off with a loud, "Humph."

I watched her leave, smirking slightly as she kicked at the bag hanging from her hand down by her feet. Mudblood had a temper, eh?

"What're you looking at, Drakey?" Pansy's voicesuddenly came from behind, wrapping her two hot dog-like arms around my neck.

"Nothing, Pansy," I responded, returning my tone into its bored manner andremoving her hands from me.

"No one's in the common room-- I was just in there," she began slyly, beginning to rub her hand up and down my arm.

"Oh, then where do you think Blaise would be?" I asked, purposefully oblivious to what she was aiming at.

"At lunch," she answered, obviously losing her patience. "But I'm not hungry for food," she added hopefully, leaning into me.

"Oh, well I am. Let's go." Immediately, before she had a chance to stop me, I began pacing down the staircaseleading to the Entrance Hall.

"Drakey!" she called, rushing back up to me. "Let's just go talk upin your dormfor a little while, 'kay?" Her eyes were pleading at me, but the Ravenclaw girl's words flashed across the back of my head again.

"Maybe we should really just talk this time... y'know, with words and stuff," I added at Pansy's confused face.

"Draco, I don't want to talk like that!" she whined, obviously trying not to stomp her foot and pout angrily.

"What other way is there?" I asked, still playing oblivious.

She paused, staring up at me before realizing she'd found her chance. "I can show you," she drawled in a murmur, tugging lightly at my tie.

"See, talking would be not showing me, but telling me," I explained, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Fine, Drakey," she muttered angrily, marching down to the Great Hall for lunch.

Oh, by the way, Draco's memory from when he'd been little does actually have to do with what's going on... you just have to think about it for a moment or two.

helen