Contempt

“Now Draco hunny, You must remember to keep your head when around that…Potter boy.” Said a tall slim attractive woman with long straight black hair, the exact opposite of the bored looking boy who she was fussing over.
“Yes mother.” The boy drawled looking away. His gaze caught upon a fellow student, a girl he knew in his year, but never had paid much mind to. She was currently a source of distraction as his mother talked on, telling him the same thing she had before, not to stir up any trouble with the Potter boy so they didn’t bother the family anymore. The Malfoy name was being dragged through the mud currently, and she still wanted him to be regarded with high respect. Personally, he was sick of being the good boy. He wanted to make Harry Potter pay for sending his father to Azkaban, and he didn’t know how, but one day no matter how long it took he would.
“Mother, the train will be boarding soon.” He said blushing as he quickly kissed her cheek. His mother smiled and pulled him in for a long hug.
“Draco…I love you. Your Father and I have never said that enough to each other…or to you.” She said quickly hugging him again then pushing him towards the train.

Draco boarded the train and looked back at his mother. After he was sure she couldn’t see him he turned away and went to go find his friends, Crabbe and Goyle who would, like they always had, and forever would, saved the best compartment for him. He was there leader, and they always saved the best of everything for him. He was the master in his world, and a smile came to his pale pink lips as he thought of this and strode down the hall importantly with a swish of his pitch-black robes.

He heard the dumb laughter of his friends and strode into the compartment with a grin.
“Draco, you have to look at this!” Crabbe said laughing stupidly at a piece of parchment in his hand. Draco picked it up and took a look at it, smirking as he read aloud,

Salazar’s Rules of Scheming
1. Slytherins are not responsible for the stupidity of other Houses.
2. Never trust anyone whose robes are nicer than yours.
3. Never allow family to stand in the way of opportunity.
4. Keep your lies consistent.
5. It never hurts to suck up to the boss.
6. Don’t sleep with your boss’s relatives.
7. Always sleep with your boss (unless it’s Voldemort).
8. Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
9. The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife.
10. If you’re going to have to endure, make yourself comfortable.
11. Never offer a confession when a bribe will do.
12. Never argue with the point of a wand.
13. Flirting can get you anything—and if it doesn’t work, offer sex.
14. Never admit a mistake if there’s someone else to blame.
15. Treat people in your debt like family—exploit them.
16. Even in the worst of time, someone turns a profit—make sure it’s you.
17. Sometimes what you get for free costs entirely too much.
18. One person’s secret is another person’s opportunity.
19. The greater the amount you are taking from someone, the greater the distraction must be.
20. More is good, all is better.
21. Deep down, everybody’s a Slytherin.
22. If you always hope for the best and expect the worst, you’ll never be disappointed.
23. If no one can prove it, it never happened.
24. Never do something yourself if you can make someone else do it for you.
25. Honor is always negotiable.
26. A dishonorable life is better than an honorable death.
27. The best opportunity to kill is the one that frightens the witnesses the most.
28. Evil is a point of view.

Draco laughed and flopped down on a seat like the king on a throne.
“Have you heard anything about your father yet?” Crabbe asked thinking of his own father. Draco glared at him, anger rising in his body, and he could almost taste the bile filling his mouth.
“No. I have not heard from my father. Have you heard from yours?” He asked with a sneer. Crabbe was silent and Draco laughed. “No. Didn’t think so.” He said watching as the train started moving, his prefect badge stuck to his robes glinting proudly in the sun light coming from the train window. He heard giggles coming from the compartment next to him and remembering what happened at the end of last year his eyes burned and he got up, motioning for his friends to follow.
“Having fun here Potter?” He said spitting out the other boy’s name. He looked in and saw the girl from the platform sitting with them, but definitely excluded from the conversation. She blushed as he looked at her and something inside him glowed, so he smiled back, forgetting for the moment Harry Potter, the boy who shouldn’t have lived and his odd ball friends. “Hullo” He said walking over to the girl. “Care to join me in my compartment?” He asked holding out his hand to her. She looked at the others and they showed interest in her for the first time so she smiled at Draco and took his hand.
"Sure." She said her voice filling the compartment sounding like a tiny bell ringing some where in the distance. Her light blonde hair was nearly the same shade as his and he smiled at her, as warmly as he could, taking the sight of her in. She was wearing fresh robes with the Slytherin crest on them, everything about her warmly polished. He guessed that she came from one of the older wizarding Families, more then likely a pure blooded one with a fair amount of gold behind it.
"What's your name?" He asked her as he led her to the compartment he had been sitting in with his friends. "I've seen you around, although you seem to prefer your own company to that of...mixed blood." He said with a sneer, not aimed towards her but towards the compartment door.
"I'm Tempest," She said adding, "My Mother had great interest in the Japanese culture, and she loved the name. She loved to read about the storms they had there, so I was named Tempest, better then..." She said airily, but stopping herself from saying something. He was used to it, at home it always happened. She Tucked her book into the bag she had slung across her shoulder when Draco had led her to his compartment and Draco couldn't help but become fascinated,
"Your parents...they were...supporters?" Draco said lowering his voice. Tempest raised an eyebrow and looked at him.
“ Were?" She said smiling "They, as well as I, still am." She said looking at him like he was daft. He needed to ask, and knew it would insult her to, but did anyway.
“ Pure blood. Correct?" He said leaning back in his chair. Tempest looked utter disgusted.
"What else would I possibly be?" She said looking out the window, "Of course, my mother was not from Britain, she was Canadian to start, but moved here when they stopped sending there children to real schools, and kept them in Muggle schools." She said, contempt etched into her face. "She met my Father here and I was born after they got married." She said matter of factly, like there was no possible way it could have happened any other way. Draco smiled and moved over to the seat beside her,
"So what are you into?" He asked smiling his devilishly charming smile. Tempest looked unimpressed and looked at him,
"What do you mean?" She asked in a long exhale of breath.
"Interests, hobbies. That sort of thing." He drawled leaning back in the chair beside her as his friends snickered over the sheet of paper they were still reading.
"Well." She said thinking "I really enjoy Care of Magical creatures, even with that oaf Hagrid teaching it, at least we get to be around the creatures the Ministry doesn't want us around. I also like Transfiguration and Defense against the Dark Arts." She said sneering when she mentioned Hagrid’s name. They both sat there laughing for a couple minutes when she mentioned the Defense class. "I wonder who they'll try to get this year." She stated running her hands through her long blonde hair so it fell over her left shoulder, cascading down the front of her robes. Their conversation was interrupted by the shrieking laughter of Draco's well...sort of girl friend Pansy.
"Draco have you seen this?" She asked tears rolling down her fat cheeks as laughter spewed from her mouth. He rolled his eyes and snickered at Tempest who was trying to hold back a look of pure disgust and laughter.
"No Pansy, I am totally and completely blind." He said glaring at her. She looked at him fuming,
"What's wrong Draco hunny, this girl bothering you and making you grumpy?" She asked in a sickly sweet voice.
“ No. You are the one annoying me, cant you leave me alone?" He asked glaring at her, "This girl is Tempest, and has more brains then you could conjure up." He said sneering at her. She didn't suit him anymore, so he could just get rid of her. Tempest smiled but grimaced inwardly; she would have to teach Draco how to properly pronounce her name before he did something like that again. Pansy raised her nose into the air and left in a huff.
"Your not going to prove me wrong are you?" He asked her, his eyes digging into hers, his body nearly touching hers. She laughed and smiled as warmly as a Slytherin could.
"Draco, first of all its Timp-est" She said patting his hand. "Secondly if anyone cares to notice, I am the smartest Slytherin when it comes to the things I enjoy." She looked at him and smiled. "Will I disappoint you? And if I do, does it matter?" She added resting her arm on the divider separating them from sharing the same seat. Draco laughed a deep laugh that didn't seem to reflect his smooth voice.
"No. It wouldn't matter to you, only to me." He said coming closer to her. He could smell the shampoo she used a mix of some sort of herbs, he was not very good in herbology. He took her in, looking at the lightness of her hair, the curves of her body and the shape of her face. He thought she was very pretty with an oval face and a light natural tan. Her lips were pink, not shockingly pink, or pale pink, but a light nice shade of natural pink. She wore no make-up, leaving her face unadorned and unmodified. Her face was framed by the long locks of blonde hair that flowed down to her midsection when she let it. It was still cascading down her right shoulder and he almost wanted to touch it and see if it was as soft as he thought it might. Her legs were crossed as she faced him, covered by her school robes. The deep black made her skin look lighter and the green on her crest brought out the color of her eyes. Draco was amazed he had noticed all of this, being used to using people for whatever they could give him and not caring about there appearance. She reminded him very slightly of his mother, but was not as slim or tall as her, he brushed aside all thoughts of his mother and continued to check Tempest out. She was tapping her long slender fingers on the armrest, staring out the window watching the world go by. On her right hand there was a sliver ring with four stones set into it, an emerald with a Lapis he assumed, beside it, a ruby on the other side and a tiny crystal clear stone he assumed was a diamond below the other three. He had heard about rings meaning certain things to some, and asked her about it.
“ Your Mum gave you your ring?" He asked looking at it. Tempest spun it around on her finger and said,
"My Mum and Dad gave it to me, it's called a family ring." She said explaining it. Draco listened, for once, intently as she talked about it. The emerald was suppose to represent her, since she was born in May, the Lapis as he had correctly guessed (a second surprise to him) was her father who was born in September, the Ruby her mother who's birthday was in July and the diamond meant that they would always be together, even though her little brother had died when she started to go to Hogwarts.
"I had a little sister once." He said looking out the window. "Same thing happened. She died when she was five." He said quietly, not knowing why he was sharing this information with her. Crabbe and Goyle had left to go get some food when Pansy left, and they hadn't returned. Draco and Tempest talked about how hard it was to lose a sibling until she fell asleep about an hour away from Hogwarts. She moved in her sleep and her head had ended up resting on Draco's shoulder. Her reached a hand to her hair and touched it softly, not wanting her to wake up to him stroking her hair. He smiled as he felt it and entwined his fingers in it playing with her soft blonde hair for a while until she twitched in her sleep. She said something, but it was too soft for him to hear so he just rested his head lightly upon hers thinking to himself. Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment loudly, talking through full mouths of candy. Draco moved his head with a start and slid out from Tempest. She just shifted in her sleep and moved so her head was resting on the back of the seat. Crabbe gave Draco a bag of his favorite foods and sat down on the opposite wall facing Draco.
Goyle was stuffing his face in the seat next to Crabbe and didn't look up until the food he had bought was gone. Draco ate little, saving some of everything for Tempest if she was hungry when she woke up. She did wake up hungry, but it was when the train pulled into the station at Hogsmead. She stretched and looked around, smiling sheepishly at Draco who was still sitting beside her.
"Had a late night." She simply said stretching her thin body once more. Draco took the sight of her in again and smiled as she bent over the armrest and nearly stretched into his lap. She blushed and sat back up, looking around.
"Where are your friends?" She asked yawning.
"Causing chaos." He said laughing, "I don't know for sure, but they’re stupid enough to find pleasure by pushing the first years around. I like to go after the more changeling opponents." He said with a snicker, thinking of the problems he'd cause for Harry Potter this year.
"Sounds like a blast." She said sarcastically. "Bullying people is nothing, you have to do something else if you want to impress me." She said standing up. Draco stood up as well when the train came to a halt. He was a couple of inches taller then her, he had grown to about an even six foot over the summer. She smiled and looked at him, taking in him as he looked down at her with a smirk on his face. She didn't check him out as he had done earlier, choosing to wait till he couldn't tell so he wouldn't know if she had any interest in him. Her mother had long ago told her how to work with males. Patricia had won so many beauty contests when she was younger, and knew how to get the interest of a guy, but not show him she was interested in him. She didn't toy with them, but just didn't let them know anything until she was ready for them to know. Her Mum was born and raised in London, moving to Canada when she was 16, then moving back when she was around 25.
"Do I want to impress you?" Draco asked, his smirk turning into a halfhearted sneer.
"I don't know. Do you?" She asked then turned around, leaving the compartment. Draco stood there for a couple of seconds then followed her; he was not going to let Harry Potter show any interest in her. He saw the way Potter had kept looking at her when he went into their compartment to be his normal mean self. He found her collecting a small black cat from the groundskeeper Hagrid and went over to them. The cat was purring in the giant's arms as he scratched behind the cat's ears.
"I wouldn't let him touch your cat, who knows what he might do." Draco said standing there with his arms crossed.
"And why not? Ardeo is in perfect hands." Tempest said looking at Draco like he was a stupid child. "I trust Hagrid, I can look past the fact that he isn't human, I think its cool that he's part giant." Tempest added as Hagrid went a bright red. Tempest enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures, and even though the teacher was a big oaf, it didn't matter because he knew everything there was to know about creatures. Harry Potter and his friends where standing near by waiting to talk to Hagrid when Tempest said this, Ron's jaw dropped wide open and the fluffy reddish brown hair girl just smiled. Tempest didn't know her name but had always seen her with the two boys; she could see Harry smiling at her and ignored him. He was too much of a goodie goodie, and had always defeated the Dark Lord when he should have just given up and let himself be killed. Although last year he didn't have a choice, and he did try to curse one of the dark lords supporters. That made it worst she thought, like she was trying to convince herself that it was true, she started to struggle to carry the cats carrying case and Draco took it for her. She smiled at him and they walked over to the horses-less carriages.
"Thestrals are the ones who pull these." Tempest said looking at them, running a hand along the air in front of the carriage, feeling something beneath her hand. Draco opened the door and they rode together alone to castle, Draco refusing to let anyone else come in. Tempest smiled at him and he moved to sit beside her.
"Ardeo means what?" He asked her stroking the kitty cat, as it lay snug in her arms.
"Ardeo is Latin for smart." She said smiling at her cat. "He's my pet, even though he doesn't carry mail he is still useful." She added thinking of the caretaker's cat Mrs. Norris. Ardeo meowed and looked at Draco as if he was judging him, then walked over and sat on his lap. Tempest giggled and smiled warmly at Draco.
“ He likes you." She said simply, intertwining her hand in his. Draco looked shocked then covered it up quickly. He squeezed her hand lightly and reached over, kissing her on the cheek. Tempest went red, but before either of them could say anything the carriage stopped and the door opened. Tempest took Ardeo and got down out of the carriage. Draco followed her smiling and they went up to the great hall together. Tempest sat down beside one of her friends and Draco painstakingly sat beside Tempest. He didn't really want to sit where he was; he always sat at the middle of the table so he would see everything going on.
"This is Lauri Petersen and Allyson Vickie Acosta" Tempest said nodding to her friends. Ardeo jumped off of her lap and left the great hall, heading towards the front doors. Draco nodded as Grabbe and Goyle sat down on the other side of him,
"Hullo." He said to both of them dipping his head slightly. Lauri giggled, her black hair falling in a large mess down her back, bouncing when she moved her big head around. Allyson looked at him and nodded her nose high in the air. He knew these two, and did not like them in the slightest. They were ignorant snobs, worst then he was, he knew why Tempest was friends with them, they came from old money like he knew she did, but she wasn't like them in the slightest. He caught himself thinking about her again in that dreamy sense he hated and looked across the table to were Harry Potter was. He frowned when he noticed that Potter was not there and asked around the table if they knew where he went. No one did and he decided it wasn't worth his time so he turned his attention back to Tempest.
"So Draco. How's your father?" One of the stuck up girls asked. Draco tried to stifle the growl threatening to come out.
"Fine. Just bloody fine." He said growling again as the Headmaster started his speech. He ignored him, like always and waited for the food to appear. Tempest looked at her friend and glared frostily, all Slytherin's knew it wasn't polite to ask about your father or mother if they worked for the Dark Lord, and everyone knew Draco's Father did.