A/N Sorry i haven't updated in a loooong long time, had lots of school pressure and its harder to write fanfiction in class with a biology teacher breathing down your back. Enjoy! Thank you also to my lovely reviewers, iknowwhereyoulive (Stephie) and emilyy234, more would be nice!
Draco didn't know what to make of Harry's death; he nearly fainted in the stadium when he found out. At first he was shocked, and then pleased, and then he felt cheated, and finally he experienced sadness. A pure, raw sadness which lodges in your heart. He didn't know why, he hated Harry, of course he did, Harry was a muggle-loving Gryffindor. Harry Potter, common scum, was the opposite of the superior Draco Malfoy; Draco was much classier and chose his friends wisely. So why did he feel sad? Malfoy had not had this feeling since Pansy Parkinson rejected him as a Hogsmede date. Probably after the Yule Ball she had gone off him, the garlic soup was probably a bad choice of meal.
He suddenly felt this rush of despair inside him. What was he going to do in his spare time anymore? Now that Harry was dead, who was Draco going to sass? It sounded lame even in Draco's head. Longbottom was an easy target and may ruin his reputation, and none of the other Gryffindors had the same connection that he had with Harry. He couldn't fight a Hufflepuff, it would make him look weak, but he wasn't smart enough to fight a Ravenclaw, he privately admitted.
Crabbe and Goyle just didn't get it you know? They didn't know what an emotional struggle it was like to lose an enemy so suddenly, and not even to your own hands. "Ah well, time to move on and not dwell on the past" muttered Draco. "Let's get on with life and go any annoy Peeves". All this raced through Draco's head within an hour of Harry's death- clearly; Draco only cared a little for his death. Little did Draco know that Harry's death would not be troubling him much longer.
Typically, the last lesson of the term was Potions between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors with Professor Snape. Snape seemed to have a lighter heart today, probably joyous with the knowledge that he would never see the Potter boy again, even if it did mean he had finally lost all touch with Lily Potter. He was also glad he would have a whole summer free of hormonal teenagers, 6 whole weeks off with not a 14 year old in sight. Today they were experimenting with combustion powder, based on the muggle concept of fire. He had concocted a mix of flammable powders which he planned to float in the air and set on fire- a bit of a potions party trick. The class filed in, rowdier than usual, with Draco leading them with another round of "Potter Stinks"- a game in which the Slytherins list reasons on why they are glad Potter died. No sooner than they were all in the room did Snape flick his wand and ignite the invisible powder, giving the illusion that the air was on fire. It was a magnificent show, with red, green and blue flames, but once it was over Snape set them a 2 foot essay on the uses of sodium. And that was when Malfoy spontaneously combusted into blue and green flames and promptly shrivelled up into a pile of ash on the floor.