Chapter 3

*Disclaimer: Frankly, this is getting real annoying... why must I continuously say I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER?*

The sun came streaming through a crack in the hangings around Draco's bed a shone directly on his face. Grumbling, Draco rolled out of bed, unable to sleep longer, and glanced at the clock and groaned. It was only 6:30 and breakfast didn't start until 7:30. Grabbing a set of school robes and his uniform, he set off towards the bathroom to take a shower.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, Draco stepped out of the shower only to see the door open and a half-asleep Hermione step inside the bathroom. As she rubbed her eyes, she froze in shock, finally noticing Malfoy standing in front of her, wearing nothing but a towel and was dripping wet. Too shocked to say anything other than a rushed "S-sorry", Hermione practically ran out of the bathroom and back to her room.

Slamming the door behind her, she tried to shake the image of Malfoy out of her brain as she started gathering her stuff for her classes that day. Looking over at the clock, she cursed slightly, noting that she only had 15 minutes to shower and change before breakfast started.

She snatched her robes and uniform as she rushed to the bathroom. Casting a quick drying spell on her hair and pulling it into a messy ponytail, she grabbed her bag and ran out the portrait to go meet Harry and Ron before breakfast. Meanwhile, Draco had finished dressing and grabbed his stuff before calmly exiting out the portrait towards the Great Hall.

As he neared the doors of the Great Hall, he could hear voices nearby. Rounding the corner, Draco saw that the voices came from none other than the "Wonder Trio". The sight of them sickened him. Potter had arm wrapped around Hermione's waist, she was looking at his lovingly, and the Weasel was standing in front of them laughing stupidly. Walking past them, he commented "I would suggest that you three move you little sickening display elsewhere, so the rest of us don't feel like hurling, having to watch you." Not bothering to wait for a reply, he went to push the door open to enter the Hall before being yanked back by his shirt. Turning around, he barely had time to duck, as Weasley's fist was headed for his face.

"What the hell was that for, Weasel?"

Ron didn't reply, instead, aiming another punch at Malfoy. Not expecting this second punch, he doubled over, clutching his stomach with one hand and swinging out his fist to punch Weasley in the eye with the other. His face burning red in anger, Ron leapt at Draco, knocking him over and pinning him to the ground, continuing to try and beat the living daylights out of him. Unfortunately for the both of them, at that moment, McGonagall had just appeared around the corner. Absolutely livid, she marched up to them and yanked them apart.

"What is the meaning of this and Mr. Malfoy?"

Pointing an accusing finger at Draco, Ron exclaimed, "It's all his fault, Professor! He was insulting us!"

Draco scoffed and replied calmly, "I did not such thing Professor. As Head Boy, I was merely suggesting that Potter and Granger not display their affects in such a public location when Weasley attacked me."

"That's a lie, Malfoy, and you know it!"

"Enough! Both of you will be serving detention with Mr. Filch after dinner for two hours starting tonight. You will report to my office first before your detention. I'm very disappointed in the both of you, especially you, Mr. Malfoy. As Head Boy, you should be setting an example for the rest of the students, not participating in these childish fights."

With those words, McGonagall left them standing there and entered the Hall.

"Well this is just bloody great."

Ron was still holding his eye, where a large bruise was starting to for. Too pissed off to say anything, Draco stormed off into the Hall.

Examining Ron's face, Hermione quickly treated the bruise before they all went to breakfast.

Breakfast seemed to go by quickly as a big blur and next thing Draco knew, it was time for his first class, Double Potions with the Gryffindors. He groaned. He may be in love with Hermione but he hated the rest of the Gryffindors. Shouldering his bag, he went to go catch up with Blaise and the others.

Please review! The more feedback I get the better I can write this fic :3 ~Narcissa Felton