*Draco Malfoy POV*
I watch her head drop down on her book with a loud thump. She had finally fallen asleep. Too much studying can do that to a person. I however, did not need such acts. I was getting an E in potions thanks to Professor Snape, and his being head of Slytherin and all that. But I still believed she was making the wrong sort of friends. No matter how much she may say she hates me, she's too soft to hate anyone. However, only I have noticed it.
*End Draco Malfoy POV*
I sat next to Pansy Parkinson the next morning, and the other girls around us were giggling uncontrollably. Something about Malfoy of all things to talk about. I turned to Fyerra Lovegood, one of my childhood friends. She had two personalities in one body. I remember Dumbledore talking to one of the professors about how her first personality, Fyerra Lovegood, went to the Slytherin house, and her second personality, Starlight, belonged in Ravenclaw. Fyerra and I were the only ones we knew of who could swim in the Black Lake and not be bothered by anything living in it.
"Fyerra, did you complete the twelve inches of parchment for Professor Snape? I fell asleep around midnight, and never had a chance to finish it. I just need to know how to conclude that potion."
"Mmmm-hmm, I don't see why not. Just don't get any marmalade on it."
"Why does he assign so much homework, I'll bet it's the grading it that makes him so…" I pause, noticing Pansy looking up and over me. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Fyerra nods and goes back to scribbling notes onto her extra roll of parchment.
"So what Miss Serpentalis? Please don't let me interrupt your conversation." Professor Snape told me. I felt the familiar flush of pins and needles rush up to my cheekbones.
"N-nothing Professor." I muttered and continued writing my essay. I looked up when I saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron pause when they reached me.
"Hey guys, 'sup?" I asked standing up to greet them, wiping marmalade off my fingers with a napkin.
"Filch's cat was petrified last night. We saw it. And now Filch is out to get us, thinking we got to that dreadful thing." Hermione told me, her arms crossed in defiance.
"Well you were there, and I say you did it."
We all turned to the owner of that hated voice. Draco Malfoy grinned and to my chagrin, he was showing a you-know-you-want-me smirk to me but a you-don't-belong-here smirk to my friends.
"Malfoy!" I snapped at him. "I don't care if you hate my friends. You are not my father, therefore, you cannot tell me who and who not to be friends with. Even my father couldn't. So I couldn't care less about what you think." I turned on my heels and walked out of there to the abandoned girls bathroom.
"Hey Myrtle." I grumbled as I sat on the cold stone floor.
"Oh! Hello Mariah!" Moaning Myrtle twittered about and flew up to the awning towards the ceiling of the bathroom. "So, how have you been?"
"Very well. Thanks. And you?" I was horrible at making small talk.
"Oh, same old. But earlier someone threw a book at me. One minute, I'm sitting there, and then a book comes out of my head." She sniffled, her high pitched sniffling hurting my eardrums. "Harry Potter took it away. It seemed to be empty. And maybe he writes in it." She giggled at the thought of Harry Potter writing in a diary. So did I. That was the funniest thing. But then I thought, if that's what I think it is, then it is liable to respond.
