Author's Notes: Uhh... Thanks for the reviews. Any questions regardind the plot of the story shall remain unanswered. You can't make me reveal anything. So neh.
Chapter Three- Dropped
Morning came quick, too quick, if you asked me. You should know as well as any other Slytherins, for that matter, knows that Draco Malfoy do need his beauty sleep. After all, perfection can happen over night. Just look at me. (Draco's egoistical grin is inserted here.)
Our first night in the same room was hell. The first half of the night, I was wide-awake. The second half of the night, I slept with one eye. I did not trust Granger staying in the same room as me for she could strangle me whenever she pleased. I would lingeringly close one eye while the other one kept a careful watch on Granger. She was a sneaky one.
I knew that if I had let my guards down last night, the professors would find me hanging by my head the next morning. Believe me, that is an ugly way to die. Imagine it, you're hanging by your head, an uncomfortable rope wrapped around your neck like a hideous accessory. Your tongue is sticking out like panting dog, and your eyes are repulsively red, like fish eyes... or frogeyes... one of them. Draco Malfoy cannot die like that. What? With a face as handsome and striking as mine do not deserve such a death. People need to at least remember me as looking attractive when I die, not some revoltingly strangled-out looking man. See here, if I could envision my death, it would be me, being the centerpiece of a magnum opus, an artwork, like a flowerbed of black roses, perhaps. All would come and mourn over a great loss of a beautiful god. Don't ever think I would die courageously in a battlefield like Potter most likely would. It's not that I'm a coward, don't let that ever cross your mind, because mind you, Draco Malfoy is never a coward. Others coward before him, now that's true.
Enough with my ramblings, I'm not dead yet. Onward with the story.
It is unbelievable that many do not know that I am horribly cranky if not given enough sleep. By sunrise, I was in the shower, blasting on cold water to drive away the anxiousness of having Daria's class. There goes the destruction; my whole day is ruined because of her.
"I can't believe this." I muttered, turning off the water. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around the lower half of my body. Surely, Dumbledore didn't think about privacy. It's a male and a thing barely passing for female, sharing the same room and bathroom. Isn't that against school code? I turned the doorknob and pulled the door open, only to find Granger stomping her foot impatiently and glaring at me before she fully realized that she was staring at a half-naked, gorgeous piece of flesh. I knew she was trying to hide that blush that graced her cheeks. I couldn't help but feel superior, knowing that I could get even Granger to blush. After all, what female species wouldn't? It's Draco Malfoy, wet, and dripping with water down his slick, buffed body. A green towel hangs around my pelvis and any female in their right mind would want to undress me right there and then.
"Granger, stop drooling." I smirked. "Yes, I know, it's a shame you don't get to see this with Weasel and Pothead."
Seriously, if I was a female and I saw me naked (as a male) I would drool, too. And it's no wonder with Granger, for her eyes probably didn't have much to see with the homoerotic Potter and Weasel. They're only naked to each other.
Granger's face suddenly flared crimson and I knew it was not from blushing.
"I'm not drooling over your sickly paled body! It's ghastly!" She screamed as she roughly pushed me aside and slammed the door shut.
"My body is not sickly paled!" I said defensively.
I chuckled amusedly to myself, not bothering to let her fallacious retort bother me and sauntered over to the full-length mirror. Saying a quick spell and a flick of my wand, I was dried and fully clothed.
It was probably around seven o'clock and breakfast should be serving right now. I walked out of the portrait hole. The portrait shut behind me, an awful racket following it.
"Lalala... Good morning, mornin'..."
I turned around, repulsed to hear such singing.
"Good morning... Mr. Malfoy..." sang a dwarf that was slightly taller and a bit more ample than the two other ones.
"Did you have a good night sleep?" Chimed in a small dwarf, the skinniest of the three.
"Where is your woman...?" Added in the third dwarf, medium in size and height. The skinny dwarf elbowed his friend.
"Ow! What you do that for?" The third dwarf cried out.
"You're being rude! You not supposed to ask Mr. Malfoy about his woman! His woman is his business!" The midget said.
Hold up, now. My woman? Who the hell is 'my woman'? They couldn't be talking about Pansy! I looked at them skeptically. "What in the blazing hell are you three talking about?"
The midget dwarf looked uneasily, replying, "The woman that you're staying in this room with. We assumed that she was your woman."
My jaw dropped to the ground. That is utterly disgusting! They actually think the Mudblood is my woman? How thick are their skulls! I stepped up the painting as the dwarves whimpered with fear. "Don't make such ridiculously assumptions ever again. That mudblood bitch and I have no sort of relationships with each other, not even friends."
"Yes... Mr. Malfoy..." They all sang simultaneously.
I turned on my heels and walked away. Behind me, I can still hear them bickering.
"I told you it wasn't his woman! You idiot!"
"They live together!"
"You're going to get us burned you stupid oaf!"
"You scrawny little midget dwarf!"
"I'll fight you! Come here! Put 'em up!"
Their voices were soon faded. I continued to the Great Hall, my stomach growling. I didn't eat much last night and today I could eat a cow. I passed by an empty classroom that the school hasn't used for years. I heard voices. Now, being one of a curious mind, I couldn't help but see what's going on. After all, I am Head-boy and it is my duty to see to those troublemakers. I tiptoed quietly to the door, didn't bother to cast a hearing charm on the door because they wee talking loud enough already.
A laughter, sounds like an animal mating call. Could only be one person. Daria Malfoy. Another voice...
I leaned in closer. I couldn't exactly place who it was, but it sounded very familiar.
"Ohh!" Daria squeaked like a schoolgirl. I can hear her hands clapping, a very annoying habit she does whenever excited. "That sounds perfect!"
What sounds perfect?
"He'll kill me if he knows." Said the second female voice.
"Don't worry dear, he won't harm you. Under that masquerade, he's really a sweet, caring boy."
I pulled back from the door. Who the hell are they talking about? It couldn't be me god forbid, it can't be me. I don't hide my true intentions. I really am evil and cold inside and out. Then again, Daria would be the one to think that hippogriffs were kind, gentle creatures.
I edged closer to the door, trying hard not to make a sound.
"Goodness gracious, I can't wait for class today." Daria squealed.
"It's going to be overwhelming to have all four houses at once."
"They're seventh years, they have enough maturity level to handle it."
I snorted. Speak for herself.
"When is class?" asked the female voice.
"Oh... I get to see them right after breakfast! Three days a week for three months. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."
"So you're not staying the whole year? Tis a shame."
"Yes, I know." Daria sobbed. "I'm going to have to do something about this. Convince Dumbledore to let me teach something else, perhaps?"
"Perhaps..."
Merlin, no! I backed away from the door. Three months is enough! Enough! I am not going to let her stay here and ruin my whole year! I furiously stomped to the Great Hall. I've made it my goal this year to made Daria's experiences at Hogwarts so horrible; she'll be begging Dumbledore to leave. And to think! I have her first class in the morning, too! There goes my day...
Despite the anger within me, I was still hungry and chomped down a stack of pancakes, along with a goblet of pumpkin juice. I've gotten my timetable and was not surprised as the other students to see Daria's name flashing at eight o'clock. I didn't care much about my other classes.
I had tried to be as late as possible to Daria's class. Her classroom was the old room I had passed by half an hour ago. I took slow, diminutive steps and constantly lingered around, trying to waste time. It was like a bloody curse. Time had slowed down when her class started. I stood outside her door for what I thought must be half an hour, but as it turns out, it was merely three minutes. I couldn't go anywhere; it would be too obvious to others to know that I'm skipping class. Finally, the loony bitch noticed me and dragged me inside. It was only five minutes into the class and the faces of all the sevenths years in all four houses greeted me.
"Draco, I would've assumed you to be the first one in my class." She pouted.
I ignored her, taking a seat next to Zabini.
"You're late Malfoy." She stated.
"Really?" I wondered, mocked surprise. "I could've sworn I was early."
"I would be happy if a relative of mine was teaching a class. I can get answers."
I looked at Daria, with her eager face, trying to learn the names of all the students sitting on the front row. "I'm really dreading this class. She's like a walking menace to society."
"Stop being so hard on her. You should really get to know her, she's fun."
"Zabini, I don't know what the hell you mean by fun; I've spent seventeen bloody years with her."
Daria clapped her hand loudly. "Class, pay attention please." Everyone looked up. She beamed. "I'm Professor Malfoy, but you can call me Daria. I'm not nicked out for such titles. Today is the first day of class, I can't tell you how happy I am to be teaching at Hogwarts." Applause followed and once it died out, Daria resumed. "Well, let's not waste any more time and start class, eh?"
She walked around to the front of her desk. "Okay, can anyone tell me what happens when a man and a woman have sex?"
Half of the class expected Granger's hand to immediately shot up to answer a question, but please remember, this is Sex Education class, and innocent little mudblood knows nothing about sex. So this will be the one class, I thought, a smirk forming at my lips that she will know nothing about. Her hands remained on her lap, like I predicted.
"They moan and have lots of great pleasures!" Blurted out a smart-ass Slytherin boy. The class erupted with laughter.
Daria smiled nervously. "Ehh... yes, I suppose. But what is the aftereffect? Um... you." She pointed to a panicked Longbottom. He looked around, looking for help, but to no avail. "T-t-they go eat something?"
Many who understood differently and had their little pervented thoughts roared with laughs.
"And what do they eat, Longbottom?" Chortled a Slytherin. Lucas Lanners is his name.
Longbottom couldn't reply. He just fell over his chair and fainted. I shook my head disappointingly. That boy has a lot of learning to do.
"Stop now," Daria insisted. "Alright, can someone please give me a dignified answer?"
Brown raised her hand. "The woman has the possibility of becoming pregnant."
"Yes, yes." She nodded. "Very good. As women, we have a more dire consequence. Without protection, a woman can be with child. So, therefore, I'm here to teach you young kids the consequences of having unprotected sex." She turned to the board. "Now copy this down. Reproduction organs, spells of proper protection, 'The Seeds of a Man and the Eggs of a Woman', intercourse, consequences of unprotected sex..." She hesitated. "And lastly, safe sex."
The scratching of quills on paper was heard throughout the room as the students scrimmaged to copy their notes. If it were anyone besides Daria teaching this class, I would actually be interested. I was bored senseless, but kept an ear opened for anything that Daria might say that would tarnish my reputation. My horrible pet name, for example. My eyes wandered around the room. It seems like Longbottom has finally regained consciousness after his display of his brilliant knowledge of sex to the class.
"Well," Daria turned around to face her students. "Since today is the first day of class, I thought we should do something fun and educational. So..."
Merlin... No...No...No!
"I brought Monty's Crazy Coloring Crayons and we're going to color the Reproduction organs!"
Damn... I knew it. Does she really think that we are first years? Even they are way beyond of age for a coloring session.
The students looked unbelievingly to each other, probably wondering if Daria had been admittance to St. Mungo's lately. Granger was just dumbstruck. It was comical to see her reaction. For once Granger has to do something that does not involve thinking! Well, if you count choosing the colors, thinking.
"This would be fun!" Zabini beamed. The other students slowly started to join in and actually began to see the advantage in the class and enjoy it.
"This is easy!" Weasley cried out, taking a box of crayons from Daria. "I can pass this class!"
Daria begun to hand out the sheets of paper. "Okay, the reproduction organs are all labeled so you'll know which is which."
She passed by my table and lingeringly placed a paper infront of me. "Draco-Wa—"
"No!" I shouted immediately, jumping out of my seat. I was not about to let say that despicable name infront of all these people. Everyone turned their head to look at me as Daria stared at me in shock.
"No?" she asked, puzzled.
Trying to regain my cool, I said, "Uh... no, I don't want this sheet. Can I have another one?"
The students glanced at me oddly before returning to their own coloring. Damn, that was too close. If I don't watch it, she'll expose everything. She looked at me warily while I handed her back the sheet of paper.
"Is something wrong Draco?" She questioned, touching my forehead with the back of her hand. "Do you have a fever? Want to go to the nurse? Your mother would be mad if you—"
I harshly slapped her hand away from me. "No! I'm fine! And stop touching me, will you!"
The class stared at me and I could see the very obvious Golden trio trying to suppress their laughter. Zabini was smirking her damn blonde head off. I knew Daria was about to snap at me about being an impudent nephew or whatever, but she took a deep breath and walked away. If it were literally possible, steam would be coming out of my ears because that's how incensed I am. I glared at whoever might be looking in my way. Longbottom quickly turned around shakily.
I stared at the package of crayons infront of me. The cardboard was yellow, with a retarded-looking wizard grinning madly as he colored on a wide parchment. Below, in bright red, flashing letters was 'Monty's Crazy Coloring Crayons.' The box held twenty-five crayons, just the basic colors and many odd ones. Glancing around, I noticed that every student had a box and they were mostly all contentedly coloring, the easiest assignment they had for years. I looked at the sheet infront of me. I am not going to color and do this ridiculous, childish act.
I'm not going to do this...
Five minutes later, I held a crayon in my fingers labeled 'Polka Purple'. What the hell? I quickly looked around and hoped that everyone was too engaged in their activity to notice that Draco Malfoy was coloring. Slowly, I made the first mark on the paper. A deep violet color came out from the waxy substance in the crayon. Smirking to myself, I continued to trace the contour lines of a woman's crevice.
Merlin, I really am coloring a woman's vagina purple. I'm actually enjoying this. I thought amusedly. It looks beautiful.
Moments later, I was done. Satisfied, I placed the crayon back into the box when a strange little twitched caught my eye. Confused, I stared at the paper, hoping that it would do it again. And it did. Then, gradually, small purplish polka dots started to appear on my coloring. So that's what they mean by 'Polka Purple'. I looked at the paper closer. 'Ugh. It looks like she developed some sort of disease or something. Fuckin' dots on her vagina.' I was mentally disturbed. I turned the paper over and never wanted to look at it ever again. That was just absolutely disgusting; I'm scarred for life.
I shuddered off the disturbing feeling and leaned back into my chair, looking for something else to do. I really, really don't want to color any genitals anymore. I rather leave it at that.
"Hey Malfoy, why are you covering up your beautiful artwork?" Zabini reached over. "Let me see it."
I quickly snatched up the paper. "No! Zabini, get away from me!"
Once again, I've caused a disturbance and the whole class had nosily turned to see what I've done now. Just great, why can't they mind their own damn business?
"Let. Me. See. It. Dammit." She stretched her arm further as I leaned the chair back a bit more, trying to get the paper out of her reach. "Malfoy. Stop. Acting. So. Childish. And. Let. Me. See. The. Damn. Thing." She struggled.
This annoying little Slytherin... I'm going to kill her once this class is over with.
"Zabini, get the hell off me!" I said as she moved in closer. I've taken kicking the hell outta her into consideration. I must restrain myself. "I swear, if you don't get off me, I'll hex you into the next dimension."
"Not until you let me see your picture! Honestly, why are you hiding it?" She made a sudden leap and swiftly grabbed the paper out of my hand. With the abrupt act of force, we both toppled over and crashed with a loud thump. With triumph, she got up before I did and proceed to flash the picture in everyone's view. I, however, had difficulty standing up because the chair and Zabini had just knocked the wind out of me. My head was throbbing with pain. I could hear laughter in the distance. Weasel and Pothead were the loudest ones. I'll get them later, now, I just want some ice... and... sleep.
"Aha!" Zabini exclaimed. "Look at this! Urgh—Merlin, Malfoy got so much creativity!"
"Oooh!" Daria cried out gleefully. "Let me see what he did!" She took the paper from Zabini's grinning self and examined my so-called artwork. "It's... err... exquisite. Yes, very interesting. Oh, I'm so proud of him."
God, I'm half unconscious. Someone just finish me off. Please! For goodness's sake, I'm saying PLEASE!
"Err... where is Malfoy anyway?" Daria asked, looking out.
You blind hog! I'm down here!
"I believe he's on the ground." Granger stated matter-of-factly, somewhere far, far away. "The poor bloke."
Even as knocked-out as I was, the mockery in her voice could not be anymore obvious. Wait until this excruciating pain in my head cease, I'll get her Mudblood self for this.
"Draco, dear!" Daria gasped, surprised, as she looked down and saw that her nephew has been by her foot for a good five minutes now. "What are you doing down there? Still playing hide and seek, I see. Come, get up."
Honestly, woman! I was not playing Hide and Seek! I need some ice for Merlin's sake! Do you not see the humungous bruised on my forehead? It damaged my face! Someone is going to die before this ends!
She scooted down and pulled my arm up. The sudden increase in height added in nausea. I swallowed it down, determined to make myself feel better and not make a fool out of myself like I've already did infront of the lowly Gryffindors, much less my housemates. I shook my head, trying to rid of the pain, but it didn't work. I took Zabini's chair and sat on it, sneering at those who attempted to look at me. Apparently, my sneer didn't work and must've somehow turned into a retarded grin that made me look like a bloody idiot because everyone was sniggering and forcing back their laughter. I reached up to my forehead delicately and felt the enormous bump on my precious forehead. My face... my beautiful face... no... no... The horror of it all!
I immediately shot up from the chair and ran out the classroom with a speed of lightening. A monstrous roar of laughter was behind me. Madam Pomfrey must have something for this ugly bruise! It'll ruin my face!
"Madam Pomfrey!" I screamed, blasting through the doors of the Hospital Wing. "Look!" I pointed to the oversized lump. "Make it go away!"
Pomfrey looked at me circumspectly. "Do calm down Mr. Malfoy and I'll have a look here."
"Calm down? Are you crazy woman? The whole seventh year just saw me, ME, with this big-ass bump on my head!" I was hysterical.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Pomfrey gasped. "I will not have such language in my presence. You are overreacting."
I was getting very impatient.
She peered at my forehead. "Hmm," She said. "This is nothing a pack of magical ice won't cure. Go over there and lay on the bed."
I did as I was told. This has got to be one of the worst days in my entire life. I lay down on the bed and Pomfrey handed me a small cloth wrapped around a couple of ice cubs. "These ice cubes are magicked, so they'll heal that big bruise of yours pretty soon and get rid of the awful headache. Just rest a while."
I placed the small bundle on my forehead; the coldness of the ice quickly came in contact with my skin. Instantly, I felt the bump diminished in size. I closed my eyes, dreaming up all the ways to get payback. That Zabini and Daria... not to mention Granger... Vengeances will be served... on ice...
TBC
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