Part II

Sitting forlornly at the Slytherin table the next morning, Draco reluctantly spooned eggs and bacon onto his plate. They lay there staring up at him for some time before he gave up, picked his fork up, and fed himself. His silent, sulky behaviour caught the eye of his best mate and roommate, Blaise Zabini.

"Malfoy, what's up with you?" he said after he gulped down a rasher of bacon, washing it down with warm pumpkin juice. "You've been sulky and unusually morbid since last night. Pansy wouldn't shut up about it this morning."

"Blaise, man, leave it." He mumbled as his eyes subconsciously landed on the Gryffindor table, eyeing out Potter and Weasley. The war had ended, and he had been somewhat obligated to drop the name calling. He would now stick with last names. What he did notice was that Granger was nowhere in sight, his blood grew hot and his brain started to work overtime.

Pushing all negative thoughts aside he stood from his breakfast and began to walk towards the doors. The doors suddenly opened revealing an ever present and smiling Head Girl. She calmly walked over to the Gryffindor table only to stop behind Harry and drop a kiss on his cheek and sit next to him. This public display of affection irked Draco and sent his blood pressure soaring, unchecked jealousy crept up onto his face.

Draco stormed out of the hall, his exit drawing unwanted attention. Meanwhile, back at Slytherin Blaise was contemplating as to why his best mate was so angry after seeing the awfully romantic scene between Potter and Granger. That had happened for the past two or three months, everyone was used to it. Meanwhile, Pansy was latching onto the closest, most unfortunate, male Slytherin in her reach. Theodore Nott, the poor sod.

Draco, after storming through the dungeons, found himself standing before the Slytherin portrait and whispering the password quietly. He had a free period during the beginning of the day, which he chose to spend in the isolation of his private rooms. He needed to analyse the feelings – no, the thoughts- raging through his mind and body. He wanted to do that in silence.

That hope was shot to hell and back when three swift knocks resounded throughout his room quickly followed by girlish giggles. Astoria Greengrass, he noted. 'Ugh,' Draco thought to himself. 'Why am I so repulsed by her?' Astoria, the youngest of the Greengrass sisters, was tall, lean and relatively attractive. Her long blonde hair was usually held up by a deep green ribbon, she looked very much like a fallen angel. His blood pumped stronger to his brain, 'she's not the one for u,.' the veela in him whispered in his ear.

"Nghh" Draco mumbled into his pillow, raising his head long enough to mutter, "Go away." The only response he received was an angry huff and heavy stomps fading into the distance. Falling into a sleep filled with dreams of a faceless, yet extremely gorgeous creature, he could be found several hours later by his friends, smiling in his sleep.

Theodore Nott, a scruffy, brown-haired Slytherin boy, jerked Draco awake. Lazily opening one eye, icy blue clashed with brown, and somewhat of a feral growl emitting from Draco's throat. That's when he realised he was awake. Shifting on his bed, he realised he had a rather prominent issue. Glaring at Nott, Draco got up, temporarily forgetting his problem and, with utmost dignity, walked to the bathrooms.

Stepping into a rather cold shower, Draco relieved himself with images of the faceless -this time brunette- beauty floating across his eyelids. The coiling sensation in his lower back and stomach indicated that he was about to reach his climax. Groaning heavily into the misty air, his seed filled his hand.

This was definitely going to be a long year.

Walking down the corridors to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, he wondered who the mysterious beauty was; the one that plagued his dreams. As he strutted down the hallways he noticed girls swooning and giggling as he passed them, they'd continue doing so even after he threw them his fiercest glare. Being a Veela had its upside he wondered to himself as he paused his trek and retraced his steps only to stop before a beautiful blond Ravenclaw girl; sixth year he surmised.

The girl in question, Georgia Walters, was joyful from receiving the esteemed Head Boy's attention. Ignoring his inner Veela, Draco began his pursuit for his next bed partner. However, the moment he grazed her hand with the barest touches of his fingertips the girl was thrown down the hall. Growling ferally, Draco glared at the wall and mentally abused his Veela blood. He stalked off, decidedly miffed. What he hadn't realised was that a certain bushy-haired bookworm had been watching the whole exchange with interested eyes.