2. I will not refer to the hippogriff as "horseybird."

Draco Malfoy loved books. What five year old wouldn't? They were fully of pretty pictures, few words, and sometimes, they didn't have color in them, but his mother told him he could color the pictures himself. Those were his favorite types. Even at the age of fifteen he still loved coloring books, but no one else knew that, and that was was the way it was going to stay.

Currently, he was laying on his stomach in bed coloring in one of his books, when he heard people stumbling into the dorms. He quickly transfigured the book into a pillow, one of the many that littered his bed, and pretended to take a nap. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't be disturbed, when the curtains were flung back and Blaise stood there, grinning at him.

"Get up Draco, we're going to be late for class."

"I don't care. That slimy little git can die for all I care."

"Draco, that's no way to talk about our Head of house. Besides I thought you loved potions. Hell, last year weren't you going to become a Potions Master?"

"Not if it makes my hair look like that I'm not."

Blaise laughed and pulled him up trying to get him to go to class.

Three hours later, Draco and Blaise were making their way out of their potions class, both griping about their Head of House, who had made Blaise and Ron have to redo their potions. In detention later that night.

They headed down towards Hagrid's cabin talking about everything and nothing, not paying attention to where they were going. They pushed people out of their way and kept going, not caring if the people who fell got hurt or not. It was of no concern to them. It wasn't their fault that people didn't stay out of their way. The idiots should have been smarter.

They stood near the pumpkin patch, continuing to talk about the latest scandal of Hogwarts. It had something to do with Susan Bones and some idiot named Michael Corner getting caught naked in an alcove by Filch.

Hagrid came out of his hut and beckoned them to follow him. It was like deja vu. The same thing had happened to them during third year when they went to meet the Hippogriff who tore up Draco's arm. Well, his father took care of that idiot bird.

"Draco, this seems extremely familiar don't you think?"

Blaise nudged him with his elbow and Draco grinned. They had quite a laugh about that stupid half horse half bird thing...what was his name again?

Well, In any case it didn't matter at the moment.

What mattered at the moment, was that Draco was trying to recall the last time he had seen a hippogriff, and recalled that it had been third year. He then decided to recall the first time he had seen a hippogriff, which had in fact not been live. No. That was the second time he had seen the animal. He was seven then. His mother had pleaded him not to go out to the paddock, but he had had a tantrum to end all tantrums. And that included to time his Aunt Gracielle had visited, and brought her pet Grindylow.

Draco stood at the edge of the paddock and stared wide eyed, as his mother rushed after him, screaming for him to get back in the house. He paid her no mind, and climbed into the paddock, ruining his clothes, which his mother paddled him for later.

Crawling low in the high grass, he attempted to search out his favorite animal : A Hippogriff.

He looked around, and pouted, not immediately finding the animal he was looking for. He was about to give up, when he heard a shrill noise in the distance, that sounded like a bird, but different. He raced off, running at full speed towards the location of the noise. It must have been the animal he desperately sought. His mother rushed after him all the more, ignoring all pretense of being pureblood and above such menial things as running.

"Draco! Draco Abraxas Malfoy you get back here now!"

The small blonde ignored her and ran towards the noises. Soon, he had it in his sights. The thing he had been looking for since he saw it in the book. When he got to the clearing, he saw them. There were five of them. Two large ones, and three small ones, who were running around trying to catch each others tails. Draco stopped, and watched in wonder, his favorite animal in the magical world was less than fifty feet in front of him. He was about to walk toward them when his mother came forward, and caught him around the waist.

"Draco! Mummy said not to go here without Misty or another to supervise you. Why didn't you listen to her?"

She started to carry him away, and Draco started to scream and cry. Narcissa froze as she heard a trilling noise behind her. Heavy wind beat against her back as the two larger Hippogriffs in the clearing noticed the mother and child, and rose into the air. They hovered for a while, and Narcissa froze in her place. She slowly turned toward the two creatures, and dropped immediately to her knees, casting a silencing charm on her son.

Hoping that nothing bad would happen, Narcissa looked up, and noticed the two parent Hippogriffs starting to lower back to the ground. They tilted their heads at her, and she slowly got up, and backed away, not once looking up, until she was out of site of the clearing. Then she turned and ran back toward the fence, opening the gate and rushing out, locking it again, then calling Remy to help her and Draco back to the house. His mother gave him a firm paddling, that day. One he was not soon to forget.

Draco looked at Blaise, and said, "Knock it off you idiot."

Blaise chuckled and continued walking behind the giant oaf toward where he was taking them.

Making sure no one heard him Draco said under his breath, "Horseybird," before following the dark skinned boy.