A/N: 2020 - Revised!
2006 - I haven't much to say, so here's chapter four.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter-ish things.
Draco's third day of school was not really much different, except perhaps that Pansy had gotten even more attached to him, if that was possible. She hung all over him, touching him excessively. She laughed at all his jokes, which from anyone else would be fine of course, but from her was just annoying. Worst of all, she seemed to be trying to get him to love her 'again'.
Draco found it all ridiculous.
Again, he sat deep in thought during breakfast. Again, he heard the name, and again he looked at the Gryffindor table. Today however, Ginny was the one grinning fiercely at him. He was somewhat taken aback, and when he left the Great Hall for Transfiguration, he half expected to see her waiting for him. When she was not there to block his path, Draco simply shrugged and headed up to Professor McGonagall's classroom with Pansy, Blaise, and the two simpletons he couldn't seem to shake.
The day went by smoothly right up until it was time for Potions. As per usual, Professor Snape kept them waiting outside his classroom for an indeterminate length of time before letting them in. Why he thought it wise to leave a group of Slytherins and Gryffindors unchecked, Draco could not fathom, but his godfather surely had his reasons.
Ah..there's Potty and his playmates, Weasel and the mudblood, he thought to himself. Why not go have a little fun? Draco nodded at his group and then headed over. When he was just a few feet away, the Gryffindors noticed him and looked up.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter had so little respect for his name, spitting it out the way he always did.
"Watch it, Scarhe-AAAHHH!" Draco's insult was cut short by a huge mass of what seemed to be mud raining down on him.
What the-? Draco looked up, only to see Peeves cackling above him. Furiously, Draco swung at him. "Why you little-!"
Peeves jeered before swooping down towards him, pelting something... What the bloody hell are-argh! He cursed as little bugs started oozing up his robes toward his face. As Draco tried pulling them off, they snapped at his fingers. Flobberworms!
Amid peals of laughter, Draco twisted around looking for the poltergeist, but he was nowhere to be found. That is, until Draco suddenly found himself face down on the ground, being dragged along by his nose.
"Ny node! Naaa! G'off my node!" Draco cursed the invisible troublemaker. Finally, he came to a stop at a pair of rather scuffed black shoes. His nose released, he slowly raised his head. The hem of a robe that was fraying, despite obvious efforts to charm it neat. A pleated gray skirt with faint stains visible up close. Equally unremarkable school-issue tie decked out in red and gold. The face above it all was smug. Next to her was another Gryffindor, and although Draco couldn't remember her name, he recognized her as one of the pauper's friends. The littlest Weasel crouched down to him, wearing his smirk.
"Feel like giving it back now, darling?"
"Go to-"
"Miss. Weasley." Professor Snape's voice rang out through the hallway. Now it was Draco's turn to smirk. He looked back up at her, glad to see her expression had turned to one of faint worry. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I'm sorry, Professor, sir, I was looking to see if Malf- er, Draco was okay," she feigned a concerned tone. "Perhaps he should go to the Hospital Wing. I think he needs his head looked at..."
Draco gritted his teeth. She knew damn well that he hadn't hit his head at all, but when he tried to speak, no sound came out. The redhead glanced down at him, grinning when she noticed his fury. Draco glanced at Weasley's quiet friend. While her wand lay at her side, it was out and definitely pointed at him.
"Very well. You are to escort him there," Professor Snape ordered. "Oh, and five points from Gryffindor," he added, before leading the rest of the students into the classroom. Once the door was shut, Draco felt his voice return.
"What the bloody hell was that for, Weasley!" Draco demanded, getting to his feet and brushing the dust from his robes.
She stepped right up to him and leaned in close, close enough for him to see the faint freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Still, she came nearer. She was too short for him to kiss without leaning forwar- Where the hell did that thought come from! He reared back as he felt her hair tickle his face.
"I want my quill back." With that, she turned and walked over to his bag. Picking it up, she rummaged around in it for a few seconds while Draco looked on dumbly. Apparently she found what she was looking for, because the next thing he knew she was in front of him again, shoving the bag into his chest.
"Come on, Luca, let's get this git down there," she said.
"What did you filthy mudblood-loving traitor call me?!"
"On second thought- Peeves?" Within seconds, Draco found himself being hauled along by his nose once again. Through the pain, he could hear the laughter of the two Gryffindors as they 'escorted' him to the Hospital Wing.
A/N: 2020 - Ew, I don't like a Draco that uses the word 'mudblood'... hopefully I wrote that out of his character neatly by the end!
2006 - Sorry, I've got a nasty thing for run-on sentences. I hope it seemed longer to you! And I hope it was okay, too..lol. R&R!