Pureblood

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"Hey! Hey, Granger!"

She didn't answer, just walked by me with that gigantic nose of hers pointed straight in the air.

"What's the matter, Mudblood? Can't you hear me?"

I had struck a nerve. Her haughty look faltered, and she turned around as though to say something to me, then reached into her robes. For a fleeting instant, I was scared... Granger may be a Mudblood, with filthy Muggles for parents, but she could perform the trickiest of curses better than anyone in the fifth year at Hogwarts.

"Why don't you get a life, Malfoy?" She retorted instead, and walked off, her nose in the air again, the look of superiority back.

Weasley walked by after Granger, looking down at me... well, hard not to look down at me, being that size, and made a violent gesture at me.

"Now, now, Weasley," I said tauntingly, waving a finger. "That's not Hogwarts behavior, is it?"

I smirked sastisfingly as the Slytherins around me snickered.

"Shove off, Malfoy," he muttered, beforePotter pushed him forward to the rest of the dirty little Gryffindors.

I watched them, still smirking. Nothing gave me as much satisfaction as getting under their skin.

"What have we got today?" I asked my two best friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

They looked at me stupidly. What idiots! If it wasn't for the fact that I was small, I wouldn't waste my time with them. A person with a mouth like mine needs some backup.

Actually, that's not entirely true. I hang out with Crabbe and Goyle for several reasons. One being that my mouth did have the tendency to wander, and it's very hard to fend off people when you're my size, even with a wand. I also had to associate with them because their fathers are right in the league with mine - and in the secret group of hiding Voldemort supporters. Wouldn't look good if I shunned them... might even make me seem innocent.

I love my father.

No, I don't. I love the idea of my father. He is clever and cunning... how else could he have wormed his way out of Azkaban when all the other Death Eaters were destined? My God, he was practically on a first name basis with the Dark Lord. He always looks out for me and wants the best for me. Even wanted to send me to Durmstrang, where I would have gotten a proper education in the Dark Arts, so I could join him and the Death Eaters when Voldemort returned to power (as they know he will.)

My father cares about me, but I'm not sure if love is the right word. More like he lives his life through me.

I, however, am comfortable wtth that. I have everything I want, my father has always been able to provide abundantly for me and my mother.

Fed up with the idiocy of Crabbe and Goyle, I turned to the person sitting next to me and asked, "What do the Slytherin fifth years have today?"

Oh, God. It was Pansy Parkinson. She'd been infatuated with me since the moment the Sorting Hat touched my head. I'd taken her to the Yule Ball in hopes of getting her off my back afterwards, but no such luck. If anything, she was more clingy than ever... like we were dating or something. Oh well, at least it made me seem one-up on old Potter, who hasn't seen so much of a woman as that insufferable Granger Mudblood.

"Potions with the Gryffindors, Draco," she purred, batting her eyelashes at me. I wanted to vomit. "Then Transfiguration and Charms."

"Right," I said, turning my attention back to breakfast. I should curse her right out of her seat. I should make her land on Snape, that would be something. I actually sniggered.

"What's so funny, Draco?" Pansy said next to me.

"Nothing," I replied, annoyed. I got up and left the table, signaling for Crabbe and Goyle to follow. Both of them seemed greatly disappointed that they wouldn't be finishing breakfast today. Oh well. They could both do with losing a bit of wieght.

I started down the corridor to Potions. Crabbe and Goyle headed towards Transfiguration.

"Where are you two going?" I yelled to them. They turned stupidly and ran to catch up.

I rolled my eyes. "How slow can you get?" I muttered, before leading the way to Professor Snape's dungeon.

Quite suddenly, I realized I did not have my wand with me. Damn.

I stopped in the middle of the corridor. "You two go ahead, I've got to find my wand," I said. "You can make it there without getting lost, can't you?"

They started off and I headed in the opposite direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Granger running at top speed.

"What's the matter, Granger? Going to be late?" I yelled after her, but she didn't turn around.

I retrieved my wand from my dormitory, taking my time. I swaggered into Professor Snape's class five minutes late.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor," I drawled lazily. "I had to get my wand from the dormitory."

Snape nodded. "Well, sit down and try to catch up," he responded.

I guess I'm pretty lucky as far as Professor Snape. He hates about every person to arrive on Platform nine-and-three-quarters, but he's always sort of liked me, so I don't usually have to worry about getting yelled at for being late. He's also my Head of House, which doesn't hurt. It's really true what everyone says: He does favor the Slytherins, greatly, but who's going to challenge Professor Snape?

I sat down at my usual place between Crabbe and Goyle. "Did you two manage to figure out what kind of potion we're making?" I asked.

Crabbe showed me the piece of paper he'd been taking notes on. "'Invisibility Elixir,'" I read. "'Makes the drinker invisible for thrity minutes.' Well, sounds useful," I said, looking up. "How far have you gotten?"

Surprising. They'd gotten more than halfway through.

"Well, I suppose I can take it from here," I said. "I hope you haven't messed it up."

While I was stirring, I stole a glance across the room. Hermione Granger was stirring vigorously while hissing directions at Longbottom. As I watched, she accidentally splashed some of the Eleixir onto her books, which promptly vanished.

Stupid Mudblood.