Well, I figured while I'm charging my iPod and since I mowed the entire lawn (that's six acres, people), that I should update.
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Oh, and I've raised the rating for language.
Last Time..."Hey, wake up," Blaise nudged him as the train began to slow down, "we're here."
Draco sat up and re-smoothed his hair. He grabbed his bags and walked off the train.
Stepping off the train, the smell of wet ground met Malfoy's nose, encouraging him to sniff at the air. He obliged, tilting his head up and sniffing like a rabbit, which might have been cute if it were anyone else, but seeing as it was Draco Malfoy, it was a little weird. Some first years getting off looked at him strangely. He saw this out of the corner of his eye, and shot them a snarly face, sending the eleven-year-olds dashing off. But Draco had to admit, he was a little embarassed. Hopefully no one else had seen.
He readjusted the trunk in his hand and set off to the carriages. They were drawn by dark winged dog-type creatures. But Malfoy paid little mind, tossing his trunk in and following it. Shit. Why didn't he look before he got in? Shit, shit shit.
There was Potter, Weasley and the Mudblood, sitting right there. Ron was rubbing his knee from being hit with Malfoy's trunk. Hermione was passed out against his shoulder, drooling onto it. And then there was Harry. He was just staring at Draco, confused, "Malfoy," he muttered.
Draco smirked, hiding his own confusion, "Potter. Maybe I should get a different carriage. One that's mudblood-free."
Ron growled, and Draco turned to leave, but only to be upset by the door slamming in his face. "Dammit..." he cursed quietly, and turned back to the "Golden Trio."
"On second thought, I think I'll stay here," he tried to save himself, failing.
Harry frowned, "Don't talk to us."
"And what makes you think I'd want to?" he replied, but was ignored, as Hermione stirred, earning Ron and Harry's full attention.
"Ronnie, Malfoy's back again," she slurred, half-heartedly raising a hand to point said Malfoy out.
"Ssh, it's fine," Ron patted her head, "Go back to sleep Hermy."
"Oh, you've got nicknames for each other now, eh? When's the wedding?" Draco teased, putting his leg out across to the other seat and resting it there.
Harry grumbled, and crossed his arms. Ron's ears went bright red and he balled his fists.
Draco sighed, and looked out the window. It was very dark, and there was a storm kicking up outside, He assumed it was the tail of the previous storm which had left the air smelling delicate and fresh.
The blond must've spaced out, because when he snapped back to reality, his carriage was emptying, and he rushed to grab his bags and hop out, stumbling to the entrance. 'When did I get so fricking clumsy?'
The doors opened, and the students filed in, leaving their bags to be taken to their rooms. "Don't man-handle it!" he shouted at the baggage-taker, "It costs more than you're worth!"
Draco turned, and walked with the others into the Great Hall, where he finally spotted Crabbe and Goyle. Fortunately, Pansy was sitting with some other Slytherin girls who frankly Draco thought were bitches. She seemed to be whining or crying or something, probably about their arguement on the train. He sat down anyways, and rested his head on his hand, which was propped up by his arm. He sighed, looking around the room. Bleh.. stupid kids. Don't understand true wizarding skill. Stupid Dumbledore. Stupid Potter. Should just burn this place. Go train under the Dark Lord. Yeah, that's where my future lies.
He glanced under the table at his forearm, and smirked at the dark mark emblazened there. No regrets, no worries. Draco's life was going as planned. Although he didn't understand why the Dark Lord wanted him to stay at this God foresaken school.
Dumbledore meandered up to his spot and stood there, clearing his throat, trying to call order. The room quieted down quickly, hanging on every word that came out of the old man's mouth.
"I'd like to welcome you all back to another magical year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry..."
And now came the time Draco spaced off... Every year since second year he'd ignored what the old man had to say, instead focusing in on his plans to ruin Potter. Hm, what to do this year? It was his last chance to get a good swing at the bastard. How fun would it be to just kill him mentally? Watch ol' Chosen One break down? Yeah, that'd be really nice.
The Slytherin common room was the same as always. Dark, cold, and quiet. Thank god he was put in Slytherin. Everyone always left him alone. He flopped on his bed and stared up at the dark green satin that topped his four-poster. Booooorrrinnnnggg...
He let his eyes close, thinking of calming things. Winter, darkness, ruling the world beside Voldemort. Yeah, comforting.
'Draco?' Hermione stood in his dreams, facing the blond.
'Hermione?' Draco replied, stepping toward her.
Hermione blushed, 'I want to tell you something.'
'What is it?'
'I love you.'
Draco awoke in a cold sweat, about to vomit. It was only two a.m., but he decided to walk about anyway. He pulled the sheets back, and on his side-table, he noticed a small note with clean writing on it.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I am sending this note to inform you of your election to be Head Boy. Your things have been transferred to the Head's Common Room, located on the fourth floor. Please report there immediately.
Professor Albus Dumbledore"
Draco sighed, he wasn't excited about this. Not one bit. He was pretty sure he wouldn't like the Head Girl, too. Malfoy was already in his clothes, he'd fallen asleep in them, so he walked right out of the common room and to the Head's Common Room.
It was warm, there was a couch and two large arm chairs placed in front of a fire place. On either side of the room, there were doors leading to what Malfoy assumed were the bedrooms. He headed toward the door on the left, taking a guess.
He guessed right, it was to be his room. The walls were decorated in dark green and black, it was nice and cool, and a large king-sized bed sat against the wall in the middle of the room. He stripped down and crawled right in, sleep quickly grabbing him.
Alright, there ya go. I updated. Be happy. I'll just sit here waiting for my no reviews I'll get. XDD Whatever.