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Draco froze for a single moment before reaching down and scooping up the papers. No way was he going to let Mudblood Granger see him actually bend down to pick up her little mess. His eyes flashed as he thought about the girl's open defiance of him, but a smirk slowly started to form on his lips once again.
He had something of the little Gryffindor's…a locket he knew she would miss. Weasel had given it to her, a token of their disgusting romance. He almost felt sick thinking of it, but didn't outwardly show it – only when he knew it would irk the girl. No, Lucius had taught him much better than to show emotion he didn't want to.
At the thought of his father, the smirk faded away on Draco's face. He knew what the man wanted from him, and he also knew he couldn't do it. He could never become a Death Eater. Just the thought of being so controlled by another person repulsed him. Voldemort relied completely on his Death Eaters, but Draco knew those same followers couldn't see that. They were just ignorant sheep, following power that they could never have.
He looked out the window at the frozen landscape outside, and felt his own insides harden with his efforts to keep the emotion rising in his locked away, as if to mimic the ice covering everything outside. He wanted power too, but he knew the way to get it. Independence. Not having to live in constant fear of the sheepherder. Lucius would never understand this. The only thing he viewed his son as was a way to get into the walls of Hogwarts.
When Lucius learned of Draco's promotion to Head Boy, he had been ecstatic. He thought they had tricked Dumbledore into thinking Draco was loyal. But he was wrong. Draco knew the Dumbledore saw something that others didn't. He saw that Draco was not a Death Eater. Other than that, Draco still thought the old man was insane, but he had that tiny grain of respect that he knew would not let him turn his back completely on the Headmaster.
Draco shook himself of these thoughts, and quickly scanned the sheets of rules and expectations giving to the Head Boy and Girl. He grinned as he saw that he would receive his own apartments, but the grin quickly turned icy as he read over the conditions. The apartments were for both Heads of the school – separate bedrooms of course, but shared living arrangements, including the den and bathroom. "Grangers going to simply have a heart attack over this one," Draco muttered. The thought of the annoying girl having a heart attack was enough to bring the smirk back to his face, and he too left the Head compartment and headed back to his friends.
Crabbe and Goyle were eagerly awaiting his return, and at the same time, stuffing their faces with Chocolate Frogs and other treats. Malfoy rolled his eyes before facing the two. He was never sure why he hung out with the two morons, but knew that they were the only friends that would stay true to him – unless of course their fathers found out about Draco's wish never to become a Death Eater, and then the two could spell trouble. However, until then the two bullies were good to have around so that he wouldn't have to put up with the shit other jealous kids would have thrown his way.
As soon as he had reached the two boys, a shriek sounded out from behind him and a clawed hand snatched him away again. He gritted his teeth and turned around to face Pansy, who stared back at him with rapturous eyes.
"Pansy, please, just go away will you? I told you – we are over!" Draco had once mistakenly allowed Pansy in his bed - more than once, truth be told – and ever since then, she had proclaimed to anyone who would listen that they were dating.
At his harsh words, she only pressed herself up against him harder, and let her hands travel down his chest and onto the top of the pants he wore underneath his robes. She played with the button and looked up teasingly into Draco's eyes. "Are you quite sure of that, Drakey?"
She pulled him closer, and he couldn't resist when she gently bit his lower lip and ran her tongue seductively on his neck. He grabbed her, and pulled her back into the Head compartment. Her eyes gleamed triumphantly, and she eagerly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. She quickly went to work, running her tongue up and down his shaft until he was as hard as he could be when it was her down there. She cupped his balls, and massaged them with one hand as she teased his head with her lips and hot mouth. No matter what Draco could say about Pansy, she was good at what she did.
All of a sudden, Draco heard a soft knock on the door to the compartment, and he panicked. He didn't want to lose his position so quickly, and yet he didn't want Pansy to stop. He ordered her to be still for a moment, and threw his large cloak over her, so that it looked like he was simply sitting alone. "Come in," he said sharply, and the Mudblood stuck her nosy little head in.
She looked surprised at first to see him, but soon masked it and said in the stoniest voice she could gather, "I'm looking for a locket, have you seen it?"
Malfoy controlled the grin he knew would give him away, and simply nodded "no" with a cold look. Granger looked almost frightened for a moment, and slipped out. At that moment, Draco touched the locket in his shirt pocket at the same time that Pansy gave the tip of his cock a sly lick. He came, harder than he could have expected, and may have even caught Pansy off guard – but she was such a slut, he knew she could pull it off. She came up, looking as if everything was right with the world, just because she had gotten to give Draco Malfoy head. He sneered at her; fully knowing nothing he could say would put her off his tracks forever. "Congratulations Pansy, you got to pleasure me. I'll be seeing you." He swiftly pulled up his pants, and left the girl looking somewhere between hurt and pleased that he said he would be seeing her again. "Idiot," Draco thought. He had no respect for her in the least – that is, besides for her remarkable oral skills, but she satisfied him enough.
He reached his hand back up to the locket, and gave a frown that nobody would have noticed unless they had been looking for it.