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Silver eyes gazed up at the stone ceiling in mild thought, Draco was bored the past week had been as interesting as the second term could be at Hogwarts, but still he couldn't seem to enjoy himself. His father had talked to him earlier, rather weird actually he never thought he'd see the day when his father would lecture him on not having a girlfriend. He frowned, 'What the hell did he know anyway, he obviously hadn't seen what he had to pick from in this establishment. Sure there were some reasonable purebloods Pansy for one of them, but as a g..girlfriend Merlin he had enough problems thinking of the word let alone acting on it. He couldn't believe his father wanted him to commit to one girl. It wasn't as if he was lucky enough to come across someone like his mother as his father had.'

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he pulled his eyes away from above to glare at the Slytherin common room wall instead. He had been wasting over an hour with these thoughts while sitting in one of the dark green couches near the fire. And still he hadn't come to any outstanding reason why he should or shouldn't listen to his father. The fact was he'd never had any long term girlfriend and couldn't see why he needed one, sure he'd get married one day. A Malfoy son had to produce an heir but what's the hurry. He shagged who he pleased, he was happy, they were happy, everything worked out, it wasn't as if he couldn't please a girl in bed. He smirked slightly, from what he'd figured he was the best there was in Hogwarts. Tonnes of girls had tried to convince him to stay with them and be their boyfriend but it all seemed a perfectly useless expense of time from his opinion.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room as someone entered. The blonde boy not even glancing up in their direction, fully expecting the person to leave at seeing his presence. The student stopped in their path, "So, why are you here Draco? Thought you were going out to do a spot of flying." The silky voice queried.

The teenager frowned looking up to meet the expressionless eyes of Blaise, one of the closest students to him in Hogwarts. Draco shrugged "I changed my mind." He replied his voice cold while his eyes regarded Blaise with slight suspicion. Presently his dark haired companion seemed relaxed a small smile turning the edge of his lips. The teenager's eyes narrowed even more trying to read him. Like any Slytherin Blaise had been conditioned on how to school his features but Draco and him had experienced it to the extreme. Their families having a historical depth, that most witches or wizards wouldn't be able to even comprehend. Because of this fact it was custom for them to be painfully trained to perfection.

Zabini had been trained from a child never and he meant never to show any of his real emotions, his warm smile, laugh, the times when he sparked in rage were fake, his family line deciding long ago it was a weakness to allow people to know what you really felt. Only those who knew his family were privy to this secret and the Malfoy line was one of them. Blaise's common persona was that of someone who was pleased and accepting. Rarely did he ever seem angry, one of the main reasons people tended to love him. Thinking he was a kind and pleasant man. But anyone who truly knew him could tell instantly from his eyes that this was all a lie, the gruelling training, which any Slytherin would know was intense torture. Left his eyes blank devoid of any emotion from all the uncountable hours of repressing his emotions it was eventually lost in all forms. This was the one drawback to the lessons taken as a child, his expressions though seemed to make up for it being lively and passionate for whatever emotion he was trying to portray only once had Draco ever recalled seeing any flicker of emotion in his eyes and that had been two years ago it had happened so quick. It had been anger, Blaise excusing himself moments later and Draco had discovered three days afterwards that the boy had near killed a fellow wizard only hours after that. It seemed that the male had tried to black mail his sister into sleeping with him. The lack of depth to his eyes seemed to be more of an asset at times then anything as it brought forth an aura of mystery, most people not even realizing why this exactly was.

As he studied his classmate he considered how different his training had been, unbelievably the torture he had endured had been more painful then Blaise's experiences. But his training was to cut out all emotions considered weak and to use the other emotions to their full potential. Because of this his anger would almost stab through someone, his eyes speaking volumes that words could not express. The way he was trained created him to seem cold, angry, disdainful, and bored also giving him a rather dark humour at times. Emotions like happiness, hurt, disappointment and such never registering in his persona, even if he was experiencing it at the time. The Malfoy line unlike Zabini's, seeing it foolish to not show any real emotion instead going to the other extreme using the emotions experienced in such a way that they could control everyone around you. He could use his body subconsciously now to tell someone exactly what his opinion was of them, without even thinking.

He recalled how much he had hated his father during his training it had been painful physically and mentally. His parents aim to teach him to trust no one and that he was perfect in every form. His father burdening him with gifts each time he had made a step in progress with his lessons. The lessons had paid off of course, now he was the Slytherin King, his training had allowed him to manipulate all those around him, not just with his real emotions but with his other skills as well. Although all Slytherin children were taught as such, only the Ancient bloodlines that he could recall enforced it to such extremes. His experiences couldn't help but cause his fellow Slytherins to respect him and his personality, well that just created the others around him to do anything for his acceptance, not to bad if he thought about it.

"Hello, anyone there?" a voice interjected, bringing his attention back to the bright blue eyed teenager in front of him. Draco stretched out lazily, raising a brow. "Hmm… tell me Blaise what are you doing here anyway?"

The standing Slytherin tilted his head as if in thought while his eyes roamed the seats available for a place to settle. "I should be asking you that, seeing as you have your own room one wouldn't expect you to be sitting in the common room." He said smoothly pacing slowly in front of Draco's chair.

Draco inwardly grinned obviously Blaise was hoping he would invite him to sit 'tough luck' he thought amused. As if reading his thoughts the black haired boy smiled sitting down casually on the floor before Draco as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In the serpents house the chosen King ruled all and anything and everything had to be given permission by him.

"Had to come see why everyone was out in the halls," he continued softly. Looking up at him through his dark hair, "Now I can see why, were you in a bad mood when you arrived? Although I would expect it, it's not like you to sit here brooding otherwise."

Draco snorted, "Who said I'm brooding." He muttered his long fingers tracing slowly over the leather armrest in thought.

"Must've been wrong," Blaise replied his eyes staring into the orange red flames of the fire close by.

After a few minutes of silence the light haired Slytherin voiced his earlier thoughts, not minding in the least that he was contradicting his earlier words. "Father, visited last night." He could feel his friend's eyes boring into him. "Merlin I don't know what his problem is? He wants me to get a girlfriend."

He glanced up at his friend, watching as he frowned. "Your Father commended you less then a month ago on forming no attachments."

"Exactly, I wonder what's changed his mind?" He asked his eyes drifting shut not expecting Blaise to answer as he again thought about what he should do.

"Maybe, he wants you to take over some of his businesses earlier then anticipated." Draco considered it, what he said made sense, it was custom for you to be settled down before taking over business, well serious stuff that is. Plus with the high media coverage on Lucius since being in Azkaban it made it more likely.

"I guess," he murmured in non-commitment. Still keeping his eyes closed.

"Well, who are you going out with?" his smooth voice asked.

Draco's eyes shot open, "Why the hell would I go out with someone," He spat annoyed.

Blaise was unaffected his eyes looking down at his hands as he played with his ring imprinted with his family emblem. "It would seem foolish, for you to disobey especially with 'You Know Who' becoming involved this year."

Silver eyes glared at the boy sitting at his feet in irritation, before he swore frustrated, he was right Lord Voldermort would not be impressed if he threw some temper tantrum about some girl. "It's not as if you have to marry her." Blaise added calmly.

"Too true," he grumbled then smirked

"Well who do you think?" his glowing eyes already mischievous.

"You're already bored of the Slytherin girls." His counterpart stated.

"No doubt, but bloody hell I'll probably end up murdering a girl from the other houses, plus I've already shagged most of em."

"Well, wipe out Gryffindor, you wouldn't last two days with them even if they are good in bed."

Draco nodded not even thinking of fighting that, being stuck with some noble goodie goodie wasn't his idea of fun. "Hufflepuffs, look sexy enough, but they're so dumb." Draco mumbled, and "Ravenclaws are ok but are an absolute bore in the bedroom. Merlin" he complained. "Maybe I should just stick with Slytherin, I'm sure Pansy could bed me for a month if I asked her."

He saw Blaise pause in his toying with his ring, before looking up smiling. "But, do you really want everything you do recounted to your Father."

Draco's eyes narrowed "Ok, I get the point. I guess I'm gonna have to spend the next few days girlfriend scouting, whoever thought I'd have to do this second week in." Blaise shrugged his expression bored. Releasing an exaggerated sigh the pale skinned teen got to his feet his hands deftly straightening his black and emerald robes. He was expected to be at some head and prefect meeting in ten minutes so he had to leave.

His companion got to his feet, "I'll tell you my preferences tonight," he murmured softly releasing a warm grin before he left Draco, heading up to the boys dorms. Draco snorted turning and striding out the door, causing a second year to stumble back in horror landing him in an undignified heap on the ground. Not even looking back at he second years unfortunate circumstance, the blonde Slytherin continued on his eyes narrowed in thought.

Hermione groaned out loud, she was due at a head meeting, which not only hosted her two best friends of whom she had been hiding from in the Gryffindor girl's dorms. But also the pinpoint of all her problems in the first place Draco Malfoy the maggot. She couldn't figure which was worse having the pureblood's acid tongue trying to pick her apart the entire meeting while she had to smile sweetly and not say one scathing remark back. Or having her two friends trying to be supportive not doubt causing them to become clingy, while in the process of doing their best to make her think of not following Dumbledore's orders. Which by the way was an impossibility she studied heaps on prophesies and such and the Headmaster was right there was no escaping it not if she wanted a lot of people to live that is.

Reluctantly she got up off Parvita's bed, and made her way down the staircase. She hadn't talked to Ron or Harry since she confessed last night, so she wasn't surprised when she was met with the sight of the pair sitting at the foot of the girl's staircase. Harry noticed her first and shot to his feet giving Ron a good kick to encourage him who when seeing her got up so fast he nearly fell over. The girl cringed, that weren't going to be happy with her, it was already late Saturday afternoon and she hadn't come down all day.

"Hi," she greeted weakly. Harry crossed his arms his eyes showing the slight annoyance he was experiencing.

Ron on the other hand yanked her into the tightest hug she could recall getting from the fiery red head. Startled she stood motionless before returning the embrace, it was rare that Ron showed this much affection so she was a little surprised by the uncharacteristic move. "Bloody hell Hermione, don't worry us like that." He mumbled into the softness of her hair.

"Wha..?" she asked uncertain her voice muffled due to how close her face was pressed against the teenagers chest.

He pulled back his pale blue eyes staring down at her in earnest. "You know we'd never let Malfoy touch you right? No matter what Dumbledore reckons he's wrong ok, I mean blimey he's lost his mind if he truly believes we're going to let that slimy Slytherin lay one hand on you."

Gently Hermione pushed Ron's hands away, which were still keeping a hold on her. "Ron, I don't have a choice in the matter alright." She said a trace of bitterness edging the words.

"You can't be serious?" Harry asked in disbelief, both boys waiting for her answer.

The girls eyes slanted, "Of course I am" she snapped. Before they could protest she continued, "You haven't heard the whole prophesy yet." The two looked confused and she sighed in annoyance deciding it was better just to launch into the full story.

Once she'd finished recounting everything she could remember, the guys reacted totally different. Harry's expression was dark and he was studying the ground lost in thought, Ron on the other hand expressed total indignation. "You're not doing it Mione, Dumbledore and Malfoy can go jump off a cliff together for all I care. He's a snake an utter bastard!"

"Don't be foolish," she said tiredly "Purebloods die, you die. Get it?"

"But..."

"No discussion." She ended hotly. "Anyway we're already over 10 minutes late, everyone's going to be furious. Come on." she ordered, walking off forcing the two wizards to follow.

At the door of the meeting she was surprised to feel a large hand enclose around her small one. She glanced up at Harry perplexed, but he refused to look at her his brow furrowed in thought, her other best friend squishing himself so close to her side she would be surprised if anything could be pried between them. She grimaced, as they stepped through into the large classroom 'this is going to look bad.'

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