A/N: HI! So sorry if people have read this and I have disappointed people by waiting so long to write more. I had severe writers block, it seems that writing is so much harder than reading. I do have a story plan, instead of writing 7 books I am now only writing the one. Because it's easier. And I haven't the imagination for writing so much! I mean I do, in my head but it just won't come out of the damn closet and transfer itself to paper. Anyhoooo, apologies done I'm going to attempt the next chapter. Obviously I do not own the Potterverse, if I did I would be sitting in Marbella sipping on a nice cocktail while scantily clad pretty people danced for me.

Draco boarded the train to Hogwarts, he walked down the corridor looking for his friends. Friends he scoffed as he thought about the two oafs he had chosen to be friends with, more like less intelligent apes. You see the blond really didn't need any friends, he had Pansy who is now his girlfriend and he had started having late night conversations with Blaise in the dorms at night when the mood struck. So you see, he didn't really need friends, he needed minions. And those two buffoons were the way to go. Their fathers were friends with his father, so he knew that it was a cert. Oh sure, his father worked for the Dark Lord but did you really think that Lucius Malfoy would get his own hands dirty? No, Draco might not like the fact that his father was a loyal supporter for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named but he had learnt that his father was at least smart enough to keep his nose clean.

It was as the blond walked down past all of the filling compartments that it happened. He smacked into someone. "Ouch!"

"Sorry!" the frantic reply came.

"Oh, Mudblood. It's you" Draco said with all the contempt he could muster, because seriously, how could he hate what was in front of him? Her bushy hair sticking out at all angels because she clearly doesn't care to be materialistic, books clutched to her chest and those cute little freckles that spread from her nose onto her cheeks like a dusting of powdered sugar.

"Malfoy" Hermione sneered upon realising who exactly she had bumped into. Why oh why did it have to be him? The first day back and she had already been offended by running head on into her biggest tormentor. He was worse than Snape handing out 5 foot essays on the uses of nettle heads. She turned up her nose, head held high and brushed past him into the next compartment to find Ron and Harry. Prat the bookworm thought.

Ugh Draco thought to himself. He hadn't even got to school yet! This term was going to be a nightmare, like his Godfather would say obviously.

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Sitting in the Slytherin common room in front of the fire you could find Draco and Pansy. The former with an interesting book he had found in the library the latter painting her nails, feet propped up on Draco's lap in their favourite sofa. The interesting book was actually a book he had seen Hermione and her two dogs looking at, hunched over it and whispering in urgency. He just had to figure out what it was that was so interesting. Although maybe he shouldn't, there was that one time he followed them to the third floor and almost got eaten by a giant three headed dog. Or that other time he tried snitching on them only to land himself in detention with them, forced to go into the forbidden forest with that half breed. Only that was what was driving his curiosity. He was sure that they knew something about that, that, THING he saw in the forest. Of course they would be looking for answers too, it attacked the one who didn't die after all. And what would need to drink unicorn blood to stay alive? Isn't that what the half breed had said it was used for? Life force? Well if he knew Hermione much from this years classes, he knew that she survives on knowledge and would figure it out. The blond just wished he knew what was going on, however, this book was quite full of facts and would do for curling up in front of the fire with his girlfriend.

Draco wondered for a moment if it was a good thing, Pansy being his girlfriend. He liked her and he knew she liked him, but there was one small problem. He liked a certain bushy haired Gryfindor a lot more. Thing is, Pansy was his first proper friend, someone who knew him, and she supported him through thick and thin. Surely that was what one looked for in a girlfriend? At least Pans knew he existed as something other than the son of a Death Eater.

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Draco had came across something the other night while reading. It had been a week since he picked up the book the Golden Trio had left behind and he finally found something that had made his reading worthwhile. It was about a man called Nicholas Flamell, creator of the Philosopher's stone. It had given the man immortality. A life source so to speak. And what was it that thing wanted from the unicorn? Exactly. Now all Draco had to do was figure out what the trio had to do with all of this.

Following them wasn't all that hard. For being the 'chosen one' Harry wasn't all that smart. No wonder he wasn't placed in Ravenclaw, it was almost a mystery in itself how he wasn't a Hufflepuff! But Draco supposed that he wouldn't be having as hard of time finding what it was they were all looking for if he were. Certainly not cunning, like himself, he concluded that Gryffindor was the most appropriate fit for the miracle baby, for running off to the dungeons to spy on Snape was certainly brave. Dumb and idiotic of course but brave none the less. It was rounding the corner when he lost them. Peculiar in itself as he was tailing them perfectly but he could hear footsteps. So why couldn't he see them? Never mind, I know where they're going. Draco headed off in the direction of the dungeons, at least that was where the Slytherin common room was so if he was going to get caught he would be close to home.

Approaching the moving staircases Draco froze. He could see his Godfather and squirrel, professor Quirrel , having the strangest whispered argument. He saw snape lift up Quirrels trouser leg and reveal a nasty wound. Suddenly Snape turned around and grasped at the air as if someone was there. Upon being satisfied that there was nobody there he turned back to Quirrel and paused. Draco locked eyes with his potions teacher from across the hallway and instantly panicked. He didn't need detention. Not in his first year, his father will kill him. Instead of saying anything Snape just subtly shook his head and waited for Draco to descend the stairs towards the dungeons before looking at Quirrel in disgust. Great no I'll never find out what Potter is dong sneaking around at night.

A/N: this is going to be shorter than I originally planned. Short AND sweet? Usually I refuse to read anything less than 20k but I might change my views ion whats worthy now that I see how hard it is to get youre word cound to over 1k a chapter lolz