-1"Shove off, Malfoy." Those were the first words that he uttered, and Draco welcomed them with open arms. It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; the lake seemingly glistened with gold leaf, and the sky was as blue as enamel- not a cloud in sight. Many students had gathered around the lake due to the glorious weather; Draco could see some of the younger students in the shallows, splashing each other with cold lake water. The older students had pulled rank and claimed the shade under the trees by the lake; this including most of Draco's Slytherin crowd, and most of Scarhead's Gryffindor crowd. Also hanging around with the Gryffindors was that odd Ravenclaw girl, Luna Lovegood- Draco found her a bit too erratic for his tastes, although she was psychically pleasing. Draco found himself standing over the crowd of Lions with Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him, looking ominous. He had to admit it- pushing the GryffinIdorks/I around was a pleasure that was rarely matched in Draco Malfoy's life.

"Make me, Weaselbee." IThere, that ought to give him something to stew over whilst I berate his ickle friends./I Draco could see the brown bushy hair of the Granger girl overshadowing the freckled young man sitting against the trunk of the large oak tree. The young man, a vibrant redhead with dashing blue eyes, shot Draco a look that could kill. Draco felt a slight shiver travel down his spine as he heard the Weasley speak.

"We were here first, Ferret. Get away before I have to hex you." Draco sneered at him loathingly, even though on the inside he was squirming to reach out and snog the poor (literally speaking, of course) boy. With his wand dangling menacingly from his hand, Potter nodded. "You don't have any claims here, Malfoy. Now Iget/I." Draco leered his trademark smirk and shot him a look.

"Crabbe was saving this spot for us… isn't that right?" he asked the bloody idiot boy standing behind him. Crabbe nodded stupidly, a line of drool running down his chin. Draco rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples. IThis is not the way to impress the redhead./I

"He wasn't here when I came," said a dreamy voice from behind Potter, who was looking gloomy with his dark, perpetually messy hair and bags under his eyes. A flash of blond hair told Draco all he needed to know. Luna Lovegood waved at the Slytherins, and then went back to reading her magazine (the Quibbler, of course) upside-down. Draco could have slapped himself as Ron sent her a self-assured grin; how many galleons would he pay to have that grin directed at him… the amount was unlimited. Just for a flash of that grin- after all, that was his world.