Head Boy. That's all Draco Malfoy ever wanted to be and- he wasn't. Though pardoned for that little mishap with Dumbledore's death, Draco still did not make Head Boy. Oh no, he was not good enough for that title apparently.
And it wasn't like someone better than Draco got the badge. Oh no, Potter hadn't received it nor had his stupid weasel friend. Nope. Goody-two-shoes Granger had gotten the badge of course, but the male badge was not of the Lion's house. Nor was it a bird, or a badger. The badge had gone to a Snake. A snake that was not Draco Malfoy.
"Stop being such a baby Drake," Blaise Zabini smirked. He was the snake to steal Draco's shiny silver badge right out from under him. If possible, Blaise Zabini had grown even more handsome over the summer. His body was lean and fit from working out and he had sported another inch or two. High dark hair flowed in a shaggy cut to make him look like he belonged on a poster taped to a teen girls bedroom.
Blaise Zabini was a stud, point blank. And he knew it too, relishing in his title as Slytherin Slut.
"I am not being a baby- and don't call me Drake," Draco shot back, but it was obvious he had been- and still was- pouting over not receiving the badge. Compared to Blaise, Draco seemed to have regressed in his looks this summer. He was skinnier, less angular and pointy faced, but a soft glow now came from his silver eyes. His hair also was loose and shaggy to the point any girl wanted to twist their fingers in it.
"Merlin Princess it's just a badge," Blaise smirked knowing it was much more than a silly badge. It was power; it was the ability to take points away, it was-
"Move over a bit, the rest of the train is full."
Blaise looked up from his badge to the girl who had just sat down next to him, pushing him over on the seat a bit even. Bright blonde hair covered the side of her face while a Quibbler, which she had her nose buried in, hid the rest. Blaise glared at her evilly, but she did not see nor feel his ice. Instead she just turned the page and continued reading.
"Don't glare too hard, you might just hurt yourself," she noted though her eyes had not left the page. There was a sense of dreamy fun in her singsong voice. Blaise grew a bit red in frustration and Draco, of course, snickered as his best friend's power as Head Boy was already beginning to diminish.
Blaise started in on her, hoping to prove that not only was he a true Slytherin, but a hard ass as well. "Excuse me, I don't know who you are but this is-"
"Luna Lovegood." She interrupted, face still in the pages. Blaise glanced at Draco with alarmed eyes. Obviously the boys were not used to this type of interruption or interaction concerning girls. Usually they were giggly and flirty, or sitting on their laps doing naughty things.
"Excuse me?" Blaise snapped at her.
"Luna Lovegood," she said it annoyed and finally brought down her magazine from her face, "you said you didn't know who I was, and now you do, may I go back to reading now?"
Luna didn't wait for Blaise to answer and stuffed her nose back in her Quibbler, a sly smirk on her lips the boys could not see. Blaise made faces as if to talk, but no words came out. Draco snickered at Blaise.
"Go to hell," Blaise finally decided on saying, but it was not to Luna, but to Draco's laughter. Luna noted this too and made no response, but turning the page.
"I think it's a known fact that's where I'm heading," Draco smirked sarcastically. That was the fun with Blaise, best friends that could say anything to each other and still have fun from it.
"Hogwarts will be better now that I'm Head Boy," Blaise smiled just to make Draco glower. Silence continued between the three as the trip continued, both boys too loss for words in how to rid the bird from their compartment.
The train started slowing to a stop and Luna Lovegood stood up, removing her magazine from her face for the first time that was longer than a few seconds. Her sandy blonde hair went almost to her waist this year and her eyes stood out more than ever. Blaise now noticed that though this girl was small and petite, she was something of a hidden beauty- why hadn't he just tried to hit on her in the past half hour? He could have gotten some shagging in before he even got to Hogwarts.
And he was just about to comment on her simple beauty when, in an instant, she swooped down and gave each snake a kiss on the cheek and left.
Both boys touched their hand to their cheek and stared after her.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" Draco murmured awe struck.
"I don't know," Blaise smirked, "but I sure as hell liked it."