A/N: Okay okay I know the title of the chapter is oh so creative. Leave me alone. I still own nothing HP related...except for everything I do own. Anyway, I reuse some bits (Hargid's words some of Draco's comments etc) straight from the books. It's all JK Rowling's and I give all credit to her. I'm striving for accuracy is all. Read on everyone.

Draco yawned around a piece of toast. A loud flutter of wings filled the Great Hall.

"Draco." Crabbe interrupted his conversation to say in a low voice, causing Draco to glance up. An eagle owl circled above his head. He nodded sharply and it landed next to his plate.

A letter and a package were quickly detached from his talons. Draco pushed the rest of his bacon at his mother's owl while opening the letter. It was, as he'd expected, in his mother's handwriting.

My Dearest Son,

I trust that you find the class list we assigned to you to your liking.

Draco could almost hear his mother's cold sarcasm. His parents didn't care if he enjoyed his classes as long as he excelled in them.

The package contains the usual goodies from home. Make sure to share them with your friends and as always write me if you require more.

Lovingly Yours,

Narcissa Black Malfoy

He refolded the letter and stuck it in his pocket. When Draco reached for the package he didn't have to fake a grin. He knew that inside, hidden beneath a layer of sweets, he would find a selection of illegal potions ingredients his parents considered too dangerous to send with him on the train. Pulling it open he tossed a small cake to each Crabbe and Goyle.

"The usual Goodies?" Goyle asked, unwrapping his.

Draco nodded. "Who's up for some Potions homework later?"

"We have Care of Magical Creatures first." Crabbe reminded him.

"Well after that then." Draco snapped, not enjoying the reminder of a class with the Gryffindors.

His cronies exchanged a look and shrugged. "Whatever, Draco."

"Look lively gentlemen." Draco cautioned, pulling his wand. A wave of it sent his package up to his dorm. "The ladies approach."

And at that moment Milli and Pansy found seats near them at the table with Blaise and Alex just entering the Hall.

"Blaise is not a lady." Pansy said. "I can vouch."

"Pansy," Draco drawled, annoyed. "I think I'll take your word for it. After all no one knows the men of this castle as thoroughly as you."

Pansy's glare was murder.

Draco made his way towards "Professor" Hagrid's…hut. Despite the steepness of the slope, his stride hadn't changed since they'd left the castle. 'They', of course, being Crabbe, Goyle and himself. His worst set of robes flowed around him as he walked, though, he noticed smugly, they were still better quality than those on most of the Gryffindors' who gathered around a cluster of boxes.

A set of robes the equal of his own caught his eye and he allowed himself a few seconds of purely male enjoyment while admiring Alex from the back. Oh yes, he wanted her, and Draco had never found anything he'd ever wanted that he couldn't own.

"On'y jus' hatch," the Gamekeeper's coarse words invaded Draco's thought, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" Draco demanded coldly.

There was a pause as Draco waited for a response. Hagrid just stared at him, stumped. From behind him he heard Crabbe and Goyle chuckle.

"I mean what do they do?" he sneered, trying again. "What is the point of them?"

The silence only lasted a few seconds this time before Hagrid said roughly, "Tha's next lesson, Malfoy. Yer jus' feedin' 'em today. Now, Yeh'll wan' ter try 'em on a few diff'rent things…"

Draco tuned out the rest of the oaf's lecture as he moved over to where Alex and the rest of the Slytherins were standing. She sent him a withering glare.

"You do realize this is why you keep getting in trouble in this class?" Alex said acidly, her voice low.

"What is?" he responded in feigned confusion.

"Not listening, cretin."

Draco decided to practice those very skills on her. He affected an inattentive attitude towards her.

"It's a bad habit and a deadly one." She continued forcefully. "You're very lucky that hippogriff let you off with just a slashed arm last year."

This time it was Draco who did the glaring while Alex affected unconcern.

"That beast was wild, out of control. I was attacked-"

"It was your fault, Draco Malfoy and you know it."

"Ouch!" one of the Gryffindors Draco didn't particularly know yelled as Hagrid hurried over to him. "It got me! It's end exploded!"

"Ah, yeah, that can happen when they blast off," Hagrid explained casually.

"Eurgh!" a Gryffindor girl exclaimed. It seemed the Gryffindors were actually trying to feed the things.

"Which one is that?" Draco asked his cronies as the girl continued.

"Eurgh, Hagrid, what's that pointy thing on it?"

"Lavender Brown," Goyle supplied easily, "and the first boy was Dean Thomas."

Draco saw Alex shoot a confused look at his "body guard".

"Ah, some of 'em have got stings," their teacher explained, sounding far too enthusiastic about it. "I reckon they're the males… The females've got sorta sucker things on their bellies… I think they might be ter suck blood."

"Well," Draco put in sarcastically, "I can certainly see why we're trying to keep them alive. Who wouldn't want pets that can burn, sting and bite all at once?"

"Just because they're not very pretty, it doesn't mean they're not useful," Hermione Granger snapped. "Dragon blood's amazingly magical, but you wouldn't want a dragon for a pet, would you?"

Draco caught the look Potter sent Hagrid and glared as he remembered the trouble he'd gotten in because of the two of them and a pet dragon.

"Now see, Draco," Alex commented smugly, "that's what happens when you pay attention. Your arrogant comments are informed arrogant comments."

"Oh, stuff it, Bellmonte. You don't enjoy taking this class any more than I do," Draco snapped, fully fed up with female superiority at the moment.

"For your information, Draco, and note if you'd ever paid attention you'd already know this, but this class was very interesting until Hagrid took over, occasionally we still do cover something worth learning and the textbooks assigned are very informative even if we don't use them in class," she sniffed. "What exactly are you doing here if you don't like the class? Those two I'm assuming are just here in case you get lonely."

"Actually," Draco whirled to stare at Crabbe, "we're here because it's an easy O. Draco's here because Pansy isn't."

Alex blinked at Crabbe for a second before she burst out laughing. Several of the Gryffindors sent them a glance declaring that they thought the Slytherins had lost it.

"Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle," Alex put a hand on each boys' shoulder. "I have sorely misjudged you both and you have my most profound apologies."

"Of course you did," Greg said, smirking. "That's what you were supposed to do."

A/N: Okay. okay. I know....no wait I don't. I liked that chapter. Maybe it was a little short. Leave me alone. Honestly though, am I the only one who's ever wondered why Vince and Greg(as I will be calling them now) were Sorted into Slytherin(the House of cunning and guile) if they were as dull and useless as they're made out to be? If people can make Neville a closet genius then I can make Draco's cronies into semi-intelligent beings. Deal with it.

Oh and just in case anyone was wondering there is a Voldie including plotline in here. The big problem is that A) I needed to give everyone a good handle on how I'm playing all the characters and B) the timeline is against me. Lucius can't get involved with His-Evilness until year end and Bella doesn't get sprung from Azkaban until next summer...Okay I probably said waaaay too much right there. Oh well. At least I didn't tell you about the Bellmonte Family Secrets...::tries to look innocent:: Oh well. I'll probably put in a chapter that includes plot every 15 chapters or so. It all depends...mainly on reviews.

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Bye all! TTFN!