Summary for Draco Malfoy is an Idiot!:

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Have fun reading this chapter, it's a little silly but fun. Thanks.

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Even though the sun had already begun streaming through the darkness about an hour ago, if you looked hard enough to where it was still dark, you could see the soft twinkle of stars. I stared hard in that direction, feeling homesick. I missed Lucius. And Bellatrix. And Narcissa. And…Oh, I missed them all. Except for my father. I didn't miss him at all. Deeply sighing, I stopped and nearly caused Harry to get whiplash.

"What's wrong, Govette?" He asked, frowning as I let go of his hand.

"Oh, nothing. I just miss home is all." I replied, although Harry didn't seem very pleased with that answer. He tapped me under the chin and smiled.

"Cheer up. For me?" He asked, before batting his eyelashes in a silly way. I laughed and nodded. Times like this, it made me appreciate Harry. Draco would have patted me on the back and told me to get over it..Speaking of Draco, where was he?

As me and Harry made our way in, I saw Draco fiercly kissing a girl in a corridor. A girl with black hair…Pansy. My heart burned with anger and spite as I tore my eyes away from him, and I quickly took Harry's hand again, who really didn't seem to care. Harry shrugged, "It was like that last year. He was trying to get in bed with every girl he could find." So, that's what I was to Draco? A meaningless might-be shag? I didn't feel sad. Oh, not one bit. I grinned bitterly, before I took out my quill and wrote a quick message. One that made Draco jump and hurry away from Pansy with amazing speed. And run right into me and Harry.

"Oh, hello," I said, with a fake-grin as I held onto Harry's hand. "I see you've been busy." I pointed towards the lipstick marks on his lips and neck, and he suddenly realized what happened. He looked as if he'd melted.

"Yeah..Well…Adams..You…I…"

"Save it. I'm not up for your pathetic little remarks, Malfoy." I said, my real-self kicking in for once. A trade-mark scowl found its way across my lips. I turned to Harry and fixed his robes, smiling. "Shall we go?"

"Turn to page 21, students." Flitwick said, smiling at us all expectantly. We'd been teamed up in partners. I had a hyper twelve-year old, who's jaw went up and down. I turned the page for both of us, and scanned around the room. I saw Harry had been teamed with Pansy. And she wasn't insulting him. I could hear that voice. She was flirting with him! Bloody hell, was there no end to this girl's patheticness? I heard her giggle and lightly hit Harry's shoulder.

"Alright, now recite this incan—" It was too late. I already had, very softly. It hit Pansy square in the back, and almost immediately her hair turned white and her skin wrinkled. "Sorry, it slipped," I lied, and smiled meekly. Classes were a breeze that day, except for all the homework they piled on us. As I heaved my book bag over my shoulder, two redheaded boys walked up.

"Oh what have we…" chimed one of them.

"Here, Fred?" OH, they were Fred and George.

"Why yes, George." Replied Fred. Harry walked up at that moment.

"Hello, Govette." Harry said, kindly.

"Hello Harry!" Both of the Twins said, happily.

"Hello, Fred. George. Torturing another student?" Harry replied.

"Torturing?" Fred said, patting Harry.

"Hardly, Harry." George said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, hardly, Harry." Fred replied, smirking.

"Well, show me what you were going to show Govette then," Harry said, standing beside me. With a flourish, they produced a large vase, filled with flowers..But they weren't flowers, they were little butterflies. Harry laughed, tilting his head.

"Well fancy that," he said, reaching out and touching one of the butterflies, who flew at him and landed on the rim of his glasses. Harry scrunched his nose and laughed again, and I smiled gently, as I watched Harry. Fred and George smiled at us, and put the vase back. And at that moment, I think I possibly started to forget how much I was supposed to hate Harry, and I enveloped him in a hug. My father was going to kill me. And I wasn't joking.