p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Zabini, get your arse out of bed. You got ten minuets before the Hogwarts Express leaves!" I growled up the stairs. I quickly finished eating up my bowl of Captain' Crunch. Always that stuff set my days of better. All I had to do was think of my worries as the cereal. And chomp, chomp, down my throat and there no more. Plus the sugar rush was a plus./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"This morning it particularly helped with my growing impatience towards Blaise. The floor boards creaked, alerting me to Blaise's presence. But something was different, he wasn't alone. The soft creaks that came from the boards, told me it was feminine. Women always had to flaunt didn't they? Well, at least the girls Blaise brought in. Damn him, he knew how I disliked having others around. Thank God I had put on my headphones to sleep. I cringed imagining if I had been able to hear them last night./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Good morning Grumpy." Blaise said cheerfully as he walked by. I shot him a seething glare; bloody morning person he was. I'd need to grab a coffee while on the train. I went back to munching on my cereal with a grudge. Then the girl laughed, "Gee Drakie, what crawled up your arse this morning?"/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I jumped; causing my cereal to spill across the table, and my chair to crash to the floor with me still in it. I think shock had stunned my body. I sputtered with cereal still in my mouth, "Pansy!" She looked down at me, her grin filled with pure satisfaction towards my reaction to her voice. She wore one of Zabini's big black shirts which traveled down to her thighs. I knew with out a doubt that that was the only clothing she wore./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Memories of our times past, her superficial remarks and constant complaints and ever nagging loop. I had dated her as was the proper Malfoy thing to do. Pureblood, check. Family with a lot of money, check. She was everything my father had cared about to further his linage. What may have been fun as a hormonal boy selfishly learning to kiss and touch only to be kissed and touched in return, did not make the rest of the relationship redeemable. Neither did her wandering hands, mouth, and body. She had wanted to be shared by many, to which I could not stomach, along with her shallow personality. We had made a "front" as a couple for a couple years til I couldn't stand it no more. She was happy to move on to the next pureblood male she could find. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I yelled up at her, casting more glares Blaise's way. He didn't even look up from his seat where he was drenching syrup all over the pancakes I had made. I wouldn't be described as chivalrous, ever before. But since moving into the apartment with Blaise, I had enjoyed learning to do things on my own. I found it soothing as I had learned to experiment with seasonings and ratios of ingredients to make a meal. Blaise became my benefactor, getting to eat the completed meals with me. Pancakes were so easy to make at this point, that I made them daily, knowing Blaise would eat them. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Pansy's face turned more into a pig's, as she tried to put on a pouting face. I gagged, and Pansy sauntered over to Blaise where she threw her arms around his neck. She probably took my gag of disgust to be from me still choking on my cereal./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Pansy leaned over, and kissed Blaise on cheek, and replied, "Blaise here, let me spend the night." She then turned her attention back to Blaise and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "You're such a ggooooddd kisser baby. What did you do to my neck to make it feel so good?"/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I rose to a sitting position staring at Blaise in horror. Blaise's eyes flashed up toward mine and he smirked. Rage flew threw my veins like molten lava. That Blood Sucker! He was a Bliss Kisser. He could also drink from a human, and the human would enjoy the feeling. This was not a good thing. Blaise always took what he wanted, without remorse. Our friendship had been based on our baser needs of coming out on top of everyone. It didn't matter how many people we stepped on and trampled in the process. If Blaise ever wanted to drink, he could get it from anyone willing or not. Humans were too fragile to fight off the euphoria of being fed upon by bliss feeder, to save their life. Plus, I doubt Blaise cared at all whether he killed someone from feeding. Lord willing, Pansy's pureblood status would keep her protected. Blaise would have to think of that when feeding upon her./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Blaise mumbled something back into Pansy's ear and she laughed delightedly. I rose to my feet, and with a quick cleaning charm, the mess was gone. I stormed from the kitchen, not bothering as I stomped up the stairs to my room. How had I been caught so unawares, that I would let Pansy, of all people, bother me so. I slammed the door behind me, grabbed my leather suitcase and apperated into an empty bathroom stall at the train station. As I emerged from the men's room I made my way towards platform 9 and 3/4ths./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Glancing about me quickly, making sure no muggle was looking, I walked through the wall… and onto the Hogwarts Express platform. Smoke billowed up from the front of the train as it gleamed ebony in the sun's light. It really was a magnificent machine. The train whistled shrilly, and walking quickly, I jumped into the nearest car. No sooner had I landed, than the train slowly began to trudge foreword. I smirked, "Hah, looks like two somebodys are going to be late to school." How many points would professor McGonagall try to penalize? Was it even possible for a house to start with negative points?/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I slowly felt as the tension in my body began to unwind and relax. Already the familiarity of returning to Hogwarts, felt like a coming home. It was more of a home than he one of Malfoy Manor. I sighed, and continued looking into different box compartments, until I found one all to myself. I closed the door behind me, leaving an inch or two open for me to hear what was going on./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I put most of my luggage in the seat across from me. I glanced out the train window, as the different scenery blew by. I liked the feeling of passing everything by, but the train couldn't even come close to flying. I reached into my pocket, and produced my Nimbus 2001. It looked like a small action figures broom, I muttered the spell, and my broom grew back to its normal size. I ran my hand over the polished mahogany wood, and I marveled as it glowed dimly in the light. The wood had been polished over in black, and in gold writing were the words Nimbus 2001./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I longed to fly it outside again. To feel the wind in my hair, as I looked down on people who looked to be the size of ants. Hogwarts was an unbelievable sight if you flew high enough. You could see the Castle, and Forbidden Forest, and even the lake, Pot Head had swum in to save Weasel, and Flur's sister./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Playing the brave hero like always; screw Gryffindor's supposed bravery. Potter was doing it all for the attention, he had been since year one. If there was ever an event of drama, Potter was sure to be involved in it. I grumbled to myself trying to keep my mind off Potter, and his Golden Trio. I hated them all so much with a passion, but I hated myself even more because I knew it stemmed from jealousy. But jealousy is an emotion that shouldn't even exist in a Malfoy's way of life. I had spent the last few years reassuring myself that it was purely disinterest that made me dislike them all so. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I clenched my fingers tightly around the handle of my broom. Damn them. The three of them were a force that went everywhere together, followed by laughter, smiles, real genuine friendship. But that was not what angered me. Yes I hated that Potter always was one step ahead of me, always getting all the credit and recognition. But deep down I despised them, because they were everything I would never have. They were a symbol of what I truly wanted. Friendship, and dare I say love? Fuck, why should I even care about those things? Its as though in becoming a vampire; it had woken human traits and emotions. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"They were a constant reminder that I am completely alone. That the "friends" that I have in Slytherin didn't even count for anything meaningful. All it ever was was a fight for alliances based on wealth and standing, that if you and your family were to stumble, those "friends" would be the first ones to trample you and stab you in the back. Yea, some friends./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I was fixated on my memories of the Golden trio and trying to stomach the queasy feeling of jealousy that my vampire senses didn't alert me til someone was in the cabin with me. "Why Malfoy... if that broom was your cock, I would think you were trying to Wank off." My fingers released their death grip, and I glanced up into a face of flaming hair and freckles. "Yea you'd know all about that Weasel seeing as you can't get a girl." I thought to myself. Normally I would have voiced those thoughts without a moment's hesitation, to cut and spit back. I resisted the urge, Weasel made himself such an easy target. His anger getting him into trouble when it came time to cut insults with words. He sputtered and ranted half the time./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I just sat there coolly gazing at Weasley. The silence became a heavy weight of discomfort... for him. He pulled his eyes from mine, shuffling his feet back and forth from the open door. He clearly awaited a comeback. "You know. You come here to have me remark something back to you. To which you always let it get to you and you blow up; trying then to hex me into next week. Do you enjoy being a hothead? Because, you know it's not such a good thing. You may regret the things you say one day. who you may actually hurt with your words. But it certainly won't be me." I looked away back out the window, trying not to think of my father as he beat my mum and me. How his words had more painful to her heart, than the physical blows ever were. I could only hope she was faring better, not that I wasn't there mucking it up and pissing father off more./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I could hear as Ron choked and stuttered for words. His mouth probably gaping like a fish out of water. I smirked up what that probably looked like. Okay, maybe I was imaging a exaggerated Weasley/goldfish morph. "Ron let's go." A soft voice said slightly stunned. I'd recognize her voice anywhere, with out even seeing her. Another reason to dislike the golden trio, I enjoyed the sound of her voice. Even when it was directed scathingly at me. "Hermione did you just hear that did…" Ron didn't get to finish his sentence because Hermione broke him off, "Ron come on, now! Before you embarrass yourself more and turn completely red. If your mother heard you..." I heard them as they shuffled down the isle to their compartment as Ron yelled retorts back to Hermione. When I glanced back towards the door, it remained slightly ajar. I pointed my wand at the door and it slammed shut with a bang. The door closing brought her scent into the room. Great, add another tally, my vampire sense of smell enjoyed her scent of books, candle, and vanilla./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"This morning it particularly helped with my growing impatience towards Blaise. The floor boards creaked, alerting me to Blaise's presence. But something was different, he wasn't alone. The soft creaks that came from the boards, told me it was feminine. Women always had to flaunt didn't they? Well, at least the girls Blaise brought in. Damn him, he knew how I disliked having others around. Thank God I had put on my headphones to sleep. I cringed imagining if I had been able to hear them last night./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;""Good morning Grumpy." Blaise said cheerfully as he walked by. I shot him a seething glare; bloody morning person he was. I'd need to grab a coffee while on the train. I went back to munching on my cereal with a grudge. Then the girl laughed, "Gee Drakie, what crawled up your arse this morning?"/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I jumped; causing my cereal to spill across the table, and my chair to crash to the floor with me still in it. I think shock had stunned my body. I sputtered with cereal still in my mouth, "Pansy!" She looked down at me, her grin filled with pure satisfaction towards my reaction to her voice. She wore one of Zabini's big black shirts which traveled down to her thighs. I knew with out a doubt that that was the only clothing she wore./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Memories of our times past, her superficial remarks and constant complaints and ever nagging loop. I had dated her as was the proper Malfoy thing to do. Pureblood, check. Family with a lot of money, check. She was everything my father had cared about to further his linage. What may have been fun as a hormonal boy selfishly learning to kiss and touch only to be kissed and touched in return, did not make the rest of the relationship redeemable. Neither did her wandering hands, mouth, and body. She had wanted to be shared by many, to which I could not stomach, along with her shallow personality. We had made a "front" as a couple for a couple years til I couldn't stand it no more. She was happy to move on to the next pureblood male she could find. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I yelled up at her, casting more glares Blaise's way. He didn't even look up from his seat where he was drenching syrup all over the pancakes I had made. I wouldn't be described as chivalrous, ever before. But since moving into the apartment with Blaise, I had enjoyed learning to do things on my own. I found it soothing as I had learned to experiment with seasonings and ratios of ingredients to make a meal. Blaise became my benefactor, getting to eat the completed meals with me. Pancakes were so easy to make at this point, that I made them daily, knowing Blaise would eat them. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Pansy's face turned more into a pig's, as she tried to put on a pouting face. I gagged, and Pansy sauntered over to Blaise where she threw her arms around his neck. She probably took my gag of disgust to be from me still choking on my cereal./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Pansy leaned over, and kissed Blaise on cheek, and replied, "Blaise here, let me spend the night." She then turned her attention back to Blaise and whispered loud enough for me to hear, "You're such a ggooooddd kisser baby. What did you do to my neck to make it feel so good?"/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I rose to a sitting position staring at Blaise in horror. Blaise's eyes flashed up toward mine and he smirked. Rage flew threw my veins like molten lava. That Blood Sucker! He was a Bliss Kisser. He could also drink from a human, and the human would enjoy the feeling. This was not a good thing. Blaise always took what he wanted, without remorse. Our friendship had been based on our baser needs of coming out on top of everyone. It didn't matter how many people we stepped on and trampled in the process. If Blaise ever wanted to drink, he could get it from anyone willing or not. Humans were too fragile to fight off the euphoria of being fed upon by bliss feeder, to save their life. Plus, I doubt Blaise cared at all whether he killed someone from feeding. Lord willing, Pansy's pureblood status would keep her protected. Blaise would have to think of that when feeding upon her./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Blaise mumbled something back into Pansy's ear and she laughed delightedly. I rose to my feet, and with a quick cleaning charm, the mess was gone. I stormed from the kitchen, not bothering as I stomped up the stairs to my room. How had I been caught so unawares, that I would let Pansy, of all people, bother me so. I slammed the door behind me, grabbed my leather suitcase and apperated into an empty bathroom stall at the train station. As I emerged from the men's room I made my way towards platform 9 and 3/4ths./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Glancing about me quickly, making sure no muggle was looking, I walked through the wall… and onto the Hogwarts Express platform. Smoke billowed up from the front of the train as it gleamed ebony in the sun's light. It really was a magnificent machine. The train whistled shrilly, and walking quickly, I jumped into the nearest car. No sooner had I landed, than the train slowly began to trudge foreword. I smirked, "Hah, looks like two somebodys are going to be late to school." How many points would professor McGonagall try to penalize? Was it even possible for a house to start with negative points?/p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I slowly felt as the tension in my body began to unwind and relax. Already the familiarity of returning to Hogwarts, felt like a coming home. It was more of a home than he one of Malfoy Manor. I sighed, and continued looking into different box compartments, until I found one all to myself. I closed the door behind me, leaving an inch or two open for me to hear what was going on./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I put most of my luggage in the seat across from me. I glanced out the train window, as the different scenery blew by. I liked the feeling of passing everything by, but the train couldn't even come close to flying. I reached into my pocket, and produced my Nimbus 2001. It looked like a small action figures broom, I muttered the spell, and my broom grew back to its normal size. I ran my hand over the polished mahogany wood, and I marveled as it glowed dimly in the light. The wood had been polished over in black, and in gold writing were the words Nimbus 2001./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I longed to fly it outside again. To feel the wind in my hair, as I looked down on people who looked to be the size of ants. Hogwarts was an unbelievable sight if you flew high enough. You could see the Castle, and Forbidden Forest, and even the lake, Pot Head had swum in to save Weasel, and Flur's sister./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"Playing the brave hero like always; screw Gryffindor's supposed bravery. Potter was doing it all for the attention, he had been since year one. If there was ever an event of drama, Potter was sure to be involved in it. I grumbled to myself trying to keep my mind off Potter, and his Golden Trio. I hated them all so much with a passion, but I hated myself even more because I knew it stemmed from jealousy. But jealousy is an emotion that shouldn't even exist in a Malfoy's way of life. I had spent the last few years reassuring myself that it was purely disinterest that made me dislike them all so. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I clenched my fingers tightly around the handle of my broom. Damn them. The three of them were a force that went everywhere together, followed by laughter, smiles, real genuine friendship. But that was not what angered me. Yes I hated that Potter always was one step ahead of me, always getting all the credit and recognition. But deep down I despised them, because they were everything I would never have. They were a symbol of what I truly wanted. Friendship, and dare I say love? Fuck, why should I even care about those things? Its as though in becoming a vampire; it had woken human traits and emotions. /p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"They were a constant reminder that I am completely alone. That the "friends" that I have in Slytherin didn't even count for anything meaningful. All it ever was was a fight for alliances based on wealth and standing, that if you and your family were to stumble, those "friends" would be the first ones to trample you and stab you in the back. Yea, some friends./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I was fixated on my memories of the Golden trio and trying to stomach the queasy feeling of jealousy that my vampire senses didn't alert me til someone was in the cabin with me. "Why Malfoy... if that broom was your cock, I would think you were trying to Wank off." My fingers released their death grip, and I glanced up into a face of flaming hair and freckles. "Yea you'd know all about that Weasel seeing as you can't get a girl." I thought to myself. Normally I would have voiced those thoughts without a moment's hesitation, to cut and spit back. I resisted the urge, Weasel made himself such an easy target. His anger getting him into trouble when it came time to cut insults with words. He sputtered and ranted half the time./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I just sat there coolly gazing at Weasley. The silence became a heavy weight of discomfort... for him. He pulled his eyes from mine, shuffling his feet back and forth from the open door. He clearly awaited a comeback. "You know. You come here to have me remark something back to you. To which you always let it get to you and you blow up; trying then to hex me into next week. Do you enjoy being a hothead? Because, you know it's not such a good thing. You may regret the things you say one day. who you may actually hurt with your words. But it certainly won't be me." I looked away back out the window, trying not to think of my father as he beat my mum and me. How his words had more painful to her heart, than the physical blows ever were. I could only hope she was faring better, not that I wasn't there mucking it up and pissing father off more./p
p style="font-family: Tinos; font-size: medium;"I could hear as Ron choked and stuttered for words. His mouth probably gaping like a fish out of water. I smirked up what that probably looked like. Okay, maybe I was imaging a exaggerated Weasley/goldfish morph. "Ron let's go." A soft voice said slightly stunned. I'd recognize her voice anywhere, with out even seeing her. Another reason to dislike the golden trio, I enjoyed the sound of her voice. Even when it was directed scathingly at me. "Hermione did you just hear that did…" Ron didn't get to finish his sentence because Hermione broke him off, "Ron come on, now! Before you embarrass yourself more and turn completely red. If your mother heard you..." I heard them as they shuffled down the isle to their compartment as Ron yelled retorts back to Hermione. When I glanced back towards the door, it remained slightly ajar. I pointed my wand at the door and it slammed shut with a bang. The door closing brought her scent into the room. Great, add another tally, my vampire sense of smell enjoyed her scent of books, candle, and vanilla./p