Author's note: ah! we enter the mind of the pure blooded slytherin prat!

Chapter V - Draco's Point of Veiw.

This was a nightmare.

First of all, I know now that I HATE the colour brown. When ever I see anything of remote resemblance of the drab hue I find myself unable to think of anything save for the damned mudblood's hair.

Or worse, her brown eyes.

All through Care of Magical Creatures which we Slytherins had the misfortune to have with the Gryffindors, I was doing my very best to concentrate on what that old tosser of a half-giant was prattling off on.

It was surprisingly easy.

He had dark brown, frizzy hair.

Quite like Granger's.

Bloody hell.

It was a good thing she was not present. Had she been, I doubt I would have been able to concentrate on anything at all, but even in her absence that twit managed to get on my nerves.

I saw one of the gryffindor's ties, and wondered if that was the way Granger wears it, because I don't really notice her tie. I even made a note to check her tie the next time I see her, for fuck's sake!

I saw one of the Slytherin's skirts and I wished Granger would wear hers that short.

I made some girl (probably a Slytherin) laugh with a sinde comment and immidiately wished I could make Granger laugh.

Fucking hell.

By the end of the period, I was pretty sure I wanted to drop the course.

During Lunch Period everything was driving me positively insane. I found my self-unable to speak with Blaise for he had brown eyes and whenever I saw him I thought of Granger's eyes.

I kept wondering if the food I was eating was the same as Granger's choices of food.

I even related the bloody Roasted Chicken to Granger.

Oh, Merlin's toenails! What the fuck is going on?

I just hope this was what was hapening to the mudblood as well.

At least that made me feel better.

The thought of Hermione Granger not being abe to kiss Ronald Weasley becuase she could not stop comparing him to me was beyond delightful. I would have caused a rift between the most golden couple at Hogwarts, and all because prissy prude-ish Miss Granger would not get her mind off of me, the Slytherin Fink.

It'll cause a wonderful round of the war of wit and word and I have ever so much more to work with.

I hope I'm there when she breaks up with the Weasel.

and then, perhaos she'll be free to-

oh, Bloody Fucking Hell, nearly went five minutes with out a nasty thought.

"Duh-uh, Draco, we've got sumfin tah tell you." Gregory Goyle said, he was sniggering stupidly.

He jolted me out of my thoughts, but I refused to let it show.

his counter part, Vincent Crabbe was standing next to him, they were both wearing identical looks of supreme exitment. I nodded for them to proceed and then waited for them to spill whatever nonesense they thought might interest me.

Excuse me while I laugh.

If I was ever even vaugly interested in anything they had to say, little firebolts would fly in circles around my head and voldemort would donate heaps of gold to muggle orphanages, and plant trees and feed little birdies.

While I was Entertaining myself with the though of Voldemort petting terrified puppies, Crabbe and Goyle hadn't managed to say anything about what they had came to say. They were still both exchanging looks and laughing dimly to themselves.

Tossers.

"Spit it out, then." I barked impatiently.

"We put some of your potion into your and the mudblood Gryffindor's drinks." Crabbe blurted out.

Goyle would not stop sniggering stupidly.

They apparetnly both expected me to be happy about the whole situation.

I just stared at them, I really had absolutely no idea that a person could be so stupid.

For two people to be that stupid, was a real mircale.

Of the very worst kind.

"Come with me." I snapped. I dragged both of them out of the hall ignoring everyones inquisetive eyes.

Once we were out side I whriled on them.

"What on earth did you do?" I demanded.

Crabbe started to speak up.

"We put bian-"

I waved his statement away.

"I KNOW about that." I said a lesser man would have probably rolled his eyes. "But what was it you wished to acomplish is doing so?"

They both stared at me blankly.

They didn't understand what i had asked of them. obviously.

Willing my temper not to get away from me, I steepled my fingers and tried to phrase my previous statement so a retarded five year old could understand.

"Let me put this in simpler terms." I said slowly, I announciated every sylable with slow precision so as not to confuse the two hapless piles of lard that were standing infront of me. "Why did you do it?"

"To get at the three Gryffindor gits." Goyle answered.

He was actually confident he had formulated the correct reply.

Unfortunately, though not unsurprisinly, he was mistaken.

"Did it ever occur to you two that perheps by putting the potion in MY goblet as well as the mudblood's you are binding me to her as she is to me?" I demanded raising my voice ever so slightly so that they knew I meant business. "Hmmm?

They both just stared at be blankly.

"Did that thought even enter in your dim brains?" I pressed.

No reaction.

They seeemed to be having a silent conversation in a language that was so primitive that I could not understand it.

"Uhm, Draco?" Goyle asked. "Du-uh, what are you talking about?"

I threw my hands up in the air and walked off muttering,

"Nevermind."

Vaugly, i noticed that they had both shrugged and stalked off back to the great hall to stuff as much as humanely possible into the fathomless pits that are their stomachs.

The only upside to this entire thing was that i managed to bar Hermione from entering my thoughts for the last five or so minutes.

What was she doing?

I decided to find out.

Apparently she was sleeping, at the hospital infirmary, so I decided to leave her alone and go research on the Bloody Biandrinum Potion.

Wait a moment, did i just call her Hermione?

Fuck.

AN: i already have chapter 6 typed up, and i know i am in no position to ask anything from you because i made you wait so long, but, if you like the story so far, please reveiw so i'll know that i should continue. thanks. :)