Today I sat up high
Just me and the sky,
And it was all that I could do
To think, to dream of you.
Embers glinting, firelight flickering
Shadows flowing, constantly whispering
A daydream that dissolves under the weight of the sun
I'd run the world for you, until the last day is done
Look at me, I dream the impossible
I dare to hope, it's merely implausible.
Hope is a fleeting friend, fickle and fey
Oh, what will I do when you've gone away?
Draco sealed the letter with a smile, addressing it to Sal. He'd actually been surprised that the Golden Boys hadn't bothered to ask about that. Maybe they had and he'd missed it. Well, today the scent was rose, which was tremendously common - in fact, nearly every girl he knew used it. That might have been because of Zambini - he had made it known this year that he preferred it, and a good deal of the girls were simply drooling over him in a way that was quite unmannerly. Not to mention distasteful. There was a reason Draco Malfoy made himself out to be a jerk - it was to avoid having to deal with the female set that was convinced that batting eyelashes could make them a fortune. Specifically, the Malfoy fortune. Draco had turned taking girls apart into high art. It was truly because of Connor, over in Ravenclaw - he'd been the one to bring in the Rose scent, and the one to make most of the money off it. Blaise just liked the ego-stroking he got when all the girls would do something just because he'd hinted to one of them that he liked it.
As all the girls were wearing it, this promised to be quite amusing. And it was a Hogsmeade weekend too - so much the better.
[a/n: And Friday! The recap will come on monday, of exactly what's happened at Hogsmeade. Draco may like Hermione, but he definitely likes playing with her friends just like a cat might. Write a review!]