Ch. 3 – Four Years Later...
Draco was yet again, sitting at his usual spot in the Slytherin table, bored as hell. Ever since Crabbe left the group and Blaise replaced him, Draco thought things would be more fun less boring, mainly because Blaise was just that funny. The blonde thought wrong. He huffed a loud sigh that, without all the talking, could have been heard at the Ravenclaw table at the other side of the hall. Blaise looked at him, "you aright mate?" He asked, "that was, quite the sighed."
"I'm just, bored. Bored to tears." Draco replied, Blaise nodded in silence, as he nodded, he turned his head towards the entrance. "Oi, is that Harry Potter?" Blaise pointed out. Goyle and Draco followed his gaze, Draco wanted to smirk at his work, but failed to do so. Instead of happiness, he felt... guilty. Meanwhile, Goyle chuckled, "Nice Face Potter!" He shouted at the Gryffindor, Harry looked in that direction and scowled. He soon noticed the strange expression on Malfoy's face that he's never seen before. Potter shrugged it off and joined his friends. Draco watched Harry like a hawk as Harry explained to his friends what the blonde had done to him. The Slytherin subconsciously clenched his fists as Ginny helped Harry with his bleeding nose. Draco then looked away finally. Damn... I'm feeling it again... He mentally cursed himself. Goyle noticed a slight grimace on Malfoy, "hey, you aright Malfoy?" He asked, Draco nodded.
"I'm fine," Draco snapped. Goyle then quietly and awkwardly moved away from Draco. The blonde sighed again and just hid his face in his arms, half sulking on the table for the rest of dinner.
Draco rushed into the Slytherin common room, then sped into the boy's dormitory. Blaise and a few others watched as Draco entered the dorm room, ripped his jacket off, and huffed as he sat on his bed. "You alright Malfoy?" Goyle asked, Draco nodded but didn't speak. Goyle and Zabini exchanged glances, then they looked at the blonde, Blaise for one had the look of worry. Without another word, from any of them, the night went on, and the Slytherin house fell dead silent.
The next morning was just as boring as Draco had expected. The blonde let out a sigh of relief as he saw that Harry wasn't in his potions class. He didn't think he could focus with the Gryffindor anywhere near him. Professor Slughorn began to explain the rules of his class and some of the basics of potions. Malfoy was exhausted and bored, he was just about to zone out when Harry and Ron burst into the room. Draco let out a low groan. Great, just brilliant. He thought, however, he zoned out anyway, staring at Harry. As class went on, Draco silently and blankly carried on the assignment, creating a Draught of Living Death. The Slytherin didn't focus too well on the brew either way, just as he expected. His attention was drawn to Potter, his grey gaze mesmerized by the brunette. Stop staring at him. He's the enemy. Draco tried convincing himself, but to no avail. Soon enough his breaths became short, he coughed a bit before stepping back and leaning against the counter. Blaise looked over at Draco, "you alright Draco?" He asked, Draco nodded, though he was lying. After a minute or so, Draco stood back up, and got back to the potion.
Like everyone else in the class, Draco failed at making the potion. However, Harry, on the other hand, succeeded. Slughorn held up the small phial of Felix Felicis, or Liquid Luck, and handed it to Harry, "as promised, one phial of Felix Felicis for Mr. Potter." Slughorn declared to the class. Half the class reluctantly applauded. Draco scowled, he wanted the potion, no, he needed that potion.