This is a pretty short one, but it sets things up for the next chapter.
A super dramatic one, of my favorites. Even if its not written in great depth, I love the crazy drama and the oooh-
Read this chapter, then I'll put up the next.
Draco arrived at breakfast late- until he remembered two things:
1. He was Draco Malfoy. He was never late. And
2. It was Saturday.
Making his way over to his throne Malfoy felt that today was no different from any other. The way the girls looked at him, the pretty girls that had the confidence to flirt, the way the boys either faked friendship or simply respected his presence, the way the teachers would watch him warily, waiting for some kind of dramatic welcome from the Slytherin King.
He did not disappoint. His mere stride was dramatic confidence in itself, and with a smirk steady on his face, it was not hard to treat the world like his stage.
He was a Leo, after all.
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Hermione had seated herself innocently next to Neville and Parvati, across from Dean and Lavender, who were engulfed in full-on flirting while Parvati giggled and Neville looked uncomfortable. Finding him a simple candidate for meaningless conversation, Hermione allowed herself to flirt amicably, a simple way to assure one's own friendships.
Glancing around the hall, Hermione assessed the fact that today was a Saturday, instead of why the students were whispering about the lack of points under "Gryffindor," instead of the drama caused by the entrance of the blondest kid ever, instead of the glances from her best friends.
Were they still?
Hermione didn't bother questioning herself. Finding easy enjoyment in denial, she decided that after touching Neville's arm a few more times while she spoke, laughed at Parvati's insulting commentary of Lavender's progress a few more times, and finished off her danish- she would spend the day in the library, not her own, but the school's library, for fear of running into Malfoy.
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Ginny opened her eyes and groaned at the searing pain in her forehead.
Everyone in the school recognized the sight of the hospital wing ceiling.
Leaning to her side with her head in her hand, Ginny found that the searing pain was gone.
"Miss Weasley," an unnoticed Madame Pomfrey began, "I'm so glad you have awoken. Mr. Orcanil was quite worried about you when he dropped you off three hours ago."
"Three hours ago? But it's light outside!"
Pomfrey gave the girl a quizzical look. "What is the last thing you remember?"
"Well I ran into Zeus- Mr. Orcanil- in the entrance hall last night… right after I… umm…" Ginny blushed. How exactly was she supposed to explain that?
"Hmph," Madame Pomfrey sniffed, "I have, of course, taken a blood test. I am most disappointed with such a promising student as yourself; that you cannot rise above the influence of narcotics. Although it is not my place to deduct points, or alert the Headmaster, with such a case as you I would have- if not for the fact that a Miss Granger has already seemed to have done so."
Still not looking Madame Pomfrey in the face, but now looking more angry than shamed, Ginny pushed herself off the bed. "I feel fine now."
"Well good, then you'll kindly leave this bed available for more victimized students. Good day."