Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter. Thanks for ruining my day by forcing me to write this horrible statement.
Draco Malfoy
Exams are over! It's OVER! Of course, it's brilliant for me. My friends on the other hand… I mean, Pansy and Blaise will have passed, but my best friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, I'm sorry to say are the stupidest of the lot.
I'm feeling amazing as I walk out of the Great Hall. I just completed a pointless Charms exam. Then I see them. Potty with the Weasel and Mudblood Granger. It sickens me to see people with wizard blood associating with filth.
But I don't feel like punishing them for stupidity. So I merely glare at the back of Potter's head. I don't think any of them noticed.
I take the staircase that leads down to the dungeons, in search of Crabbe and Goyle. I wonder where they got to. They can't be in the Great Hall since it isn't dinner yet and I don't remember if they've ever even seen the library before. I mean, I don't even know if they've ever studied for a test before.
So I go down to the Slytherin common room. This is the place where we do anything we please. The place where everyone has good, clean, pure blood. And the place the word "Mudblood" can be said without some fool like Dumbledore getting offended, or hand out detentions.
I walk down a narrow, icy, stone corridor, halting in front of what seemed to be just more stone wall, but in reality, concealed the common room.
"Pure blood," I say confidently and the stone slid slowly to reveal the magnificent Slytherin common room. Thankfully no one blood traitors and filth can get in.
I spot Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy sitting in front of the green, cackling fire. The sight of Pansy for some reason, makes me want to impress her, to make her understand just how brilliant I am.
"Hello gentlemen, lady," I said, making my voice go as deep as possible, winking at Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle looked rather startled. Blaise starts sniggering. I shot him a dirty look.
Pansy however, giggled. At first, I thought I was doing a good at this love sort of thing, when I realize that she thought I was doing it to be funny. My face starts glowing pink and I turn away to hide my embarrassment.
"So, how do you think you did," asked Blaise, ignoring the strange moment. Goyle pulled a thoughtful expression, pressing a large finger to his face.
"I think I failed," he said in his deep, slow voice full of laughter. Crabbe nodded, his larger face stretching into a large smile. Pansy rolled her eyes.
"I think that the Mudblood is going to beat us all again," she said scornfully. "Imagine, she has no magical roots and yet she is the brains of the entire year." I nod my head in agreement.
"I think we did well though," I say to Pansy. "Me and you."
Blaise rolls his eyes and says "Hey, don't you think that I might have passed too?" That's the problem with being spectacular like me. Your opinion counts for everything and if you don't say them to everyone who wants to hear it, they take offence.
"You probably did well too," I snapped. "Happy?"
"Not really," he says grinning. He knows exactly how to annoy me. Here I am, trying to pay Pansy a compliment and here he is, making a mess of it. Gawd, he needs to be more tactful.
An awkward silence creeps upon us. I think hard about something that'd start a good topic when it hits me.
"I want to devise a plan to get Potty, the Weasel and the Mudblood into trouble. I have an idea that we're going to work on…"
My voice trails off as I begin to go into detail about my plans to get that stupid, moronic, show-off. I know my father tells me not to be so obvious that I hate him while nearly everyone else loves him, but it's important to punish him for his idiocy and for being a hero to blood traitors and mudbloods.
As I talk, I notice Pansy's eyes sparkling. Maybe I will succeed eventually. Maybe she likes trash-talking the unworthy students at Hogwarts. I know I certainly do.
So the rest of the evening was spent plotting our next move on Potty. As for me, I used it as an opportunity to flirt with Pansy some more. Overall, it was a great night.
Hey people! I won't be writing one about George Weasley simply because his day is too similar to Freds. REVIEW!!!! I will be posting more soon.