The Thought Of It All

Draco headed to Artimancy, which fortunately wasn’t with Gryfindors. Because at that moment, he couldn’t tolerate seeing another one of their smiling faces.

Sitting in the back of the room with Crabbe beside him he all but tuned out the dull drawl of the Professor– whom bored him to tears. But Father demanded that he take history and learn as much as he could about ancestors, and the ancestors of his fellow Purebloods.

Setting his head down on the thick Artimancy text book, he closed his eyes and sunk into unconciousness.

A while later, a nudge to his side roused him from his sleep. Looking up, he saw Crabbe and Goyle standing at his side with their books in their hands and sporting bored looks.

‘Class ended, Draco.’ Crabbe said, signaling towards the empty room

Draco rubbed his eye and sat up. Putting his book into his side bag, he got up and walked away. Leaving his cronies to follow, he started towards his next class, trying to remember his dream.

Turning corner, he ran right into Potter. Then it suddenly dawned on him, his dream was about Potter, about being friends with him. He was eleven again and offering his evasive friendship to Harry Potter, a.k.a the boy who lived. At the time he thought that he would gain more power and connection if he had him as a friend but then Potter thought he was always better then a Malfoy.

‘Potter,’ he sneered.

‘Malfoy,’ he said without emotion.

But in his dream Potter accepted him and they became the best of friends, and for once his father thought he did the right thing and be proud of him.

And Weasel and Granger came along and they were all friends, no bad blood or name-calling. Just four friends, without a care in the world.

‘Move out of my way,’ Draco said.

‘Or what? You’ll turn me into a ferret?’ Harry smiled and walked past, ignoring Crabbe and Goyle- who were trying to stop laughing.
‘Shut up’, Draco snapped. Turning around, he glared at them and told them to leave him alone.

‘Stupid fools’ he muttered to himself.

He had no more classes for the remainder of the day and decided to head outside for it was proving to be an odd day, maybe the sun and fresh air would clear his head. He smiled when saw Pansy walk over.

With short black hair and big brown eyes, she was pretty. Her skin was pale with a tint and a medium figure underneath those baggy slytherin robes.

‘Hi Draco,” She muttered, putting her hand on his arm and leaning forward. 'Do you mind if I sit with you?'

Pansy was quiet, with a soft voice. But she was easily riled, and then her cunning and vindictiveness would come out, along with all the other nasty qualities that defined a Slytherin.

‘Yeah, sure’ And she sat and silence settled over them.

Draco and Pansy weren’t actually going out, but they had been, back in fifth year. It hadn’t worked out as planned, and they decided to stay friends, whom made out every once in a while. But they weren't close, it was just nice to have an companion every once in a while.

Merlin, he knew he should be working on the closet. But it was such a beautiful day, and the room in that castle was anything but. Maybe a few more minutes there with Pansy will clear his mind.

A half an hour later, he decided it was time to go. Murmuring to Pansy that he would see her at dinner, she nodded and continued to look out onto the lake.

Heading back up to the castle, he looked around. There was nothing special here at Hogwarts, at first he was fascinated by the ancient palace. But growing up with Lucius Malfoy as your father, there wasn’t time to think of silly buildings and magic in general. It was about finishing and doing the right thing; becoming a Death Eater. He was to become one since he was born. Sixteen long years, and he finally got the Dark Mark.

Seems like forever ago, but now it was onto bigger and better things, not turning nostaligic over senstive issues. He scowled into the distance and threw open the big oak doors, he climbed the stairs til he reached the landing that led to the Room of Requirement.

Slowly entering, he closed the door quietly behind him, and saw that the room was still how it had looked like last time. Bleak and desolate, with a torn up couch and a broken door to the Vanishing closet- or cabinet.

Draco got down to business, still feeling as helpless as he did last time he was in the bloody room.

Two hours later, it was the same as always, no amount of spell- dark or light- made the damn thing work. Raking his hand in his hair, he pushed himself off the floor and left the room, being just as careful as last time.

He was heading back to the Slytherin Common Room to catch some shut eye before dinner when he ran into none other then Granger, with Weasel on her heels.

‘Move, Malfoy. I don’t want to have to deal with you and him,’ she said motioning behind her where Weasel was pulling on her arm.

He didn’t budge, he continued to stand there with a stupid smirk on his face, because she looked so hideous with disheveled hair and flushed skin that it was remarkable that he hadn’t thrown up yesterdays dinner.

‘Please Hermione, just talk to me,’ he pleaded with her.

‘Lord, you are a bugger, Weasel. How about you and your little girlfriend go around me?’ he said sardonically.

Granger just glared at him then at Weasel then back at him again. Her hands flew in the air and came back down with a ‘swish’

‘I can’t take this anymore,’she said, pointing at both Draco and Weasel, ‘you are both going to leave me alone from now on. Ron, nothing and i mean, nothing is going to happen between us. Malfoy, you are the biggest git in the world and i am not going to shrink away just because you think you are better.’

She was yelling by the time she was finished. And it just made her look uglier. Draco glared at her, she really wasn’t going to make this any easier.

He could try to Oblivate her, but knowing her she probably would see it coming or made a spell or potion that enables her to be oblivated. Stupid little Mudblood, he felt like bashing her head in with his wand just to see her cry out. Oh, that would be fun.

‘Oh, sod off, Ron.’ Granger yelled, apparently Weasel was still trying to explain himself.

Draco looked at both of them, he dreamed that he wanted to be friends with these people. He shook his head, and laughed in his head. They should be so honored as to have a Malfoy as their friend. But they were ungrateful and disgusting.

Granger took one look at Draco’s face and knew that he was taking great enjoyment watching her and Weasel fighting like an old married couple. She marched down the hall, Weasel still following her.

The hall echoed so he could hear Weasel talk, ‘Hermione, i’m sorry. I have always loved you. Lavender doesn’t mean anything to me, i swear.’

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Things never changed. He still hated the Golden Trio, and they still despised him. It was the only way it was meant to be. At least when he was awake it was.

A/N: Lord, I hate Ron, he really is a little bugger. I can just picture him being annoying like that.
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