Draco Malfoy was ready the next day. Or at least he thought he was. There were a thousand students at Hogwarts, and they generally believed that Draco Malfoy was the IceMan, completely heartless, and all that rubbish. Even most of the Slytherins had believed that, at some point or another. Often while dangling by their ankles, as Draco Malfoy gave them a "shakedown cruise."

It was complete nonsense, of course. Draco Malfoy got nerves like anyone else, and right now they were twisting in his gut, trying to get him to sod off to the bathroom and not do what he was planning.

Draco Malfoy had many years of training, however - one didn't grow up around former Death Eaters and not learn how to deal with wanting to wet one's pants at the age of seven. So, all the nerves were carefully concealed beneath Draco Malfoy's impassive mask.

Care of Magical Creatures, of all things, Draco thought, as Harry Potter strolled with his lousy friend Ron (no insult that, just fact). Bastards were lucky they weren't missing limbs like the last Teacher had.

Draco was leaning against a tree, his one foot braced on it, ready to push himself off, "Going somewhere, Potter?" Draco drawled, as the two came close, his foot pushing him off and allowing him to step in front of them gracefully (a move he'd practiced for a full month before he could do it with style).

"Yeah, I've got Charms." Potter said, and Draco simply smirked.

"Coulda fooled me." Draco Malfoy said, turning a nasty smile on the pair, who looked like they were about to draw wands, or something.

Draco assumed an air of nonchalance, and said snottily, "You won't guess what secret Granger spilled on the Express..."

Harry Potter's bright green eyes found Draco's, staring intently - plainly, what the hell is your angle? "No, I probably won't."

Draco smirked, "It was your secret, you know."

Harry Potter looked back at Draco Malfoy, and tried - futilely- to gather an air of nonchalance around himself, "You mean that I was actually looking forward to Potions?" Draco blinked, and in blinking, lost the chance to respond. "Yeah, that was before I met Snape." Harry and Ron kept walking, leaving Draco Malfoy looking after them.

Hm, Draco thought, that could have gone better.

[a/n: Draco Malfoy, everyone. Git extraordinaire. Leave a review!]