Disposable

Hello. This story has been reworked and I hope that it still works for you. There\'s a lot more of Draco\'s emotions and I\'m still not sure if it\'s the right thing to do, so please read and review for me.

The small birds who make their nests high up in the crevices of the Hogwart’s roof had been cheerily singing to one another for well over an hour when the castle began to stir.
The room was always dark, being situated under a particularly outward pointing parapet, but with the heavy curtains drawn it was like night. There was an impressive collection of books along one wall, mounted on several shelves, with miniature dark marble serpent heads bookends, each possessing a pair of jewelled eyes. Under the shelves was a sizeable desk, along with a sturdy armchair over which were draped several items of clothing: a sock, trousers, a shirt and a dainty pair of black underwear. Leading from the chair a steady stream of clothes decorated the stone floor, leading up to the bed (THE bed as it was known to the students at Hogwarts). This spacious double bed, resplendent with shimmering black sheets and long, emerald green hangings had become a Hogwart’s legend, for males and females at the school. It was after all, a Malfoy family antique, and rumoured to have been where several of the Malfoys had been conceived. It was passed down through the generations, each new owner using it to its full potential (and physical capacity). Its latest owner was no exception.
Hanging from one of the ornate carved snakes’ heads atop the bedposts was a lacy black bra. The owner lay motionless on her back, eyes closed with a gentle breath escaping through her mouth. Her shoulder length raven hair lay on one side of her head, so that her neighbour could admire her beautiful face. He was lying on his side, with one arm propping himself up and the other over the girl’s waist. Lengthy strands of slightly fluffy blonde hair hung loosely over his face, covering his features. This was probably a blessing though, as those features were anything but pleasant. Draco Malfoy’s grey eyes were blank, as if dead. They watched the figure next to him intently, as images of the last night were placed deep into his visual memory.
The girl next to him was Clarice Gelt, Hufflepuff’s star student and prefect extraordinaire. Draco had managed to ‘persuade’ Gelt to moan some rather derogative things about her precious house using only his index finger, the same one that he now stroked her cheek with. Draco rose slowly; loathe to turn his eyes from the sight of Gelt, though he did as he had with so many others. He collected his silk dressing gown to cover himself and gently pulled the door shut behind him. Trudging from his room and up the stairs to the Slytherin bathrooms, he pondered what he always did at this time. Who would be next?