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Chapter 3: Wasting Time

It was the day before the announcement of matches would be made. Students scattered about flirting and showing expressions to the person whom they wanted to go with, in hopes that the determiners who decided who matches who would take it in consideration.

Draco walked out of the Head Boy and Girl common room casually towards the Great hall for breakfast before sitting down with his minions of friends following behind him. He gathered his food slow and patient. He had no rush and his day was progressing to be as normal as any other. Draco grabbed a couple of eyes as he let out of small yawn. He glanced up and saw Pansy Parkinson starring at him, knowing that she was about to burst into a conversation to get his attention.

"So Draco…" Pansy began in a flirtatious tone of voice scooting a bit closer to him, feeling his warmth of his left side. Draco's casual mood was brought straight into a annoyed rough attitude, ready to snap if bothered. "Who do you want your match to be?"

"I can have any girl I want, Parkinson." He said as he took a bite of his toast, chewing poised, and then looking back over at her to finish his statement. "Whoever is determining this should realize it and they will do so accordingly to match me up with the greatest possible choice. It will of course be a Pureblood and she must be bloody gorgeous. That's who they'll match me up with." He replied poking his fork at his eggs that seemed a bit under par for his taste.

Pansy looked at him, batting her eyes as she trailed her finger down the side of his arm replying, "I think I know just the girl that you'll be paired with." She said, trying to be seductive, which wasn't working. Draco was revolted by the simple touch from her. His father influenced him to pick a girl with such qualities and he made the most innocent mistake in allowing Pansy Parkinson to have a chance. She was extremely clingy and wouldn't leave him alone. He found some girl who thought he was hot (what girl wouldn't) and made sure she caught him with her. Obviously Pansy has forgiven him and has been trying to gain him back ever since.

"Ugh, get your hands off me Parkinson. I don't want my apatite to be ruined." He said with a cold stare. She eased off and looked down, a bit let down. His mind began to rush into thoughts, about who would he gets. What if there was a mistake made and he got stuck with someone like Parvati, or any other revolting Gryffindor for that matter. He grumbled as he ate his food looking over at their table hating the possible fact of getting stuck with some filthy Gryffindor. He eyed each one thinking of how he would hate if he got stuck with each certain one, before he focused one a certain girl.

Hermione looked over towards the Slytherin table still angry from the previous night of Draco and his rude comments. How she wanted to rip all of that sheer blonde hair off his head. Show him who as irresistible then. She looked at him as he seemingly ate his food miserably as Pansy had tried so hard to get his attention. What did the girls like about him anyway? Was it his hair, his oversized ego? Draco really needs to get over himself, I'd die to see the day that he was selfless to a person- it must be bloody impossible, she thought to herself. She tucked back her hair letting go of her glances on the Slytherin table and ate her food as she chimed in on her friend's conversations.

"I heard that they determined the results by reading your thoughts." Parvati said aloud.

"Nah, didn't Professor McGonagall say that they determined the results by secret longings or something," Lavender said before pausing to swallow some food, "that its kind of like how they can feel the power you possess. An aura if you will."

"Maybe, they talk to people, pick half and make them swear not to talk of who they talked to just to see who they really wanted." Ron jumped in.

"Why do you say that Ron?" asked Parvati, "Did they pull you out to ask you?" she asked with one eyebrow raised curiously.

"No, just trying to add other ideas." Ron said as he looked down. Then Ron looked over at Harry and Ginny rather comfortable next to each other, practically on their way to snogging in Ron's point of view. "Bloody hell Harry, will you and my sister keep it to a low? You're getting way too close at breakfast for my comfort; I want my food to stay in my stomach not to come out of it."

"Ok Ron, Sorry Mate" replied Harry chuckling in reaction then kissing Ginny's cheek before eating more food.

Hermione dazed out again thinking of classes and what she needed to focus on that night and how she would accomplish her Head girl duties. Soon enough Breakfast flew by fast and Harry was shaking Hermione out of her own thought to tell her that they needed to get their way to Potions. She nodded and got up and talked with her friends, all laughing about stupid spells that had gotten them in trouble over the years as they towards class.

Professor Snape was busy at the board writing endless words on the board about the point of the day's lesson as everyone dragged in settling in their seats. He turned around about to speak before Draco practically flung the door opened while walking in slyly to his seat. He paced his walk slowly as he eyed his seat the whole time, not caring if he drew attention or not.

"Mr. Malfoy, nice for you to join us, what kept you from being here on time today?" Snape said sternly. Draco froze at the sound of his voice; he was still a few feet away from his seat. Unfortunately for Draco, the fact that he was defiantly Snape's favorite student didn't matter, this was 4th time he had been late for class and favoritism wasn't something the rest of the professors like to hear about when other students complain.

"I'm sorry Professor Snape. I got caught up, I" Draco started to explain, not wanting to bring up how he was tormenting some 1st year that was wondering about looking for some lost item Draco didn't care to pay attention to.

"Mr. Malfoy, you wasted my time, I'm going to have to waste yours, after school today. Be here at 7 o'clock."

"Yes, Sir" Draco grumbled as he plopped his body down into his seat, angered that he could no longer get away with things in Snape's class. At least he didn't get points deducted.

"Today we are learning about the potion I least like, The Antantrum. The Antantrum is a potion that you create to cause a person to calm down and if worked perfectly, cause a person to be genuinely kind. The reason why we are learning about this potion is basically the alternative to Saturday night at the Valentine's Ball. If you aren't very glad about your results in the match making, you will be required to have the Antantrum in order for you to be at least pleasing on the date. The Antantrum comes from the Antan plant. The Antan plant produces a molecule that will make you able to enjoy something that could be painful emotional or physical. Some patients are treated this so that pain wouldn't be so sufferable…" Snape continued talking about the Antantrum Potion and its origins all while Hermione quickly made notes of similarity of what this plant is like.

"Like Laughing Gas." Hermione said aloud, chuckling at it as well. Hermione had said it a little too loud and some students began to chuckle at the odd sound of the name that she had just said.

"Ms. Granger, NOW you've wasted some of my time as well, you can join Mr. Malfoy in detention tonight, 7 o'clock sharp. I expect you to not blurt out things for the rest of the class."

Hermione groaned to the fact that she only said a simple thing and it slammed her into detention, a detention with Draco at that. He must be out to seek torment on me, she concluded to herself. Soon class came off to an end and Snape looked at the Head Boy and Girl reminding them sternly about their 7 o'clock detention. Draco shoved the door open almost hitting a student on the other side of the door and stormed down the hall as his robes swung furiously behind him. Hermione followed him out calmly but upset as she met Harry and Ron on the other side of the hall.