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The night was late and the moon boasted in the sky. It stuck its chin up like a cowboy riding a winning horse. I sat in silence, listening to my own breathing, my heart beat. That was broken when someone called me.

"Oh, Draco! What are you doing all alone here?" it was Pansy Parkinson. She sat beside me on the green and silver couch in our common room. "I came up looking for you; we're all waiting for you in the Great Hall."

I stood haughtily, pointing the side of my lip upward to a slight smile. Pansy sighed. Damn, does she love me. Too bad I can't say the same to her.

I led her out. As I stared the big doors leading to the Great Hall down, I sighed. They would be there. That Weasel and the mudblood. I nearly spat just thinking of them. And of course, the unforgettable boy who lived, Harry Potter. I pushed the doors open and sneered as I strutted to my table. I felt the angry glares of the three. But who cares, right? I am Draco Malfoy. I'm practically a prince! Especially in my sixth year, I felt like I was on top of the world.

The Slytherins cheered as I sat at the heart of the table. Pansy made sure she sat at my very right. Dumbledore, the only man I truly respected in this school, interrupted as he raised his goblet and called the attention of the Great Hall.

He coughed before he spoke "Welcome back to Hogwarts!"

We cheered. He said some speech and the sorting began. I forcefully applauded as students we're formally turned to Slytherins. Crab and Goyle, my "friends" glared daggers at the table waiting for some food to come up. Pansy was talking to a new first year. Apparently, she was explaining how the Gryffindor students were all wannabes and how being a Slytherin was being almighty.

Soon enough the feast began.

"Hey, Malfoy, you believe Potter sayin' some crap 'bout You-know-who returning?" Blaise Zabini spoke across me. Now he was someone normal.

"You know, Potter! 'e'll say anything to make himself center of attention! That brat." I laughed pretentiously. I couldn't tell Zabini that Potter was right about You-know-who. It was ridiculous to everyone anyway. Why not play along.

"Haha! True! But my father says it's real. My mother of course denies the whole thing. What about your 'rents? I mean, you're father should know 'bout this. Righ'?" Blaise gave me a quizzical look. Damn it! Father said not to tell a soul. But damn! It was Zabini! The only sane person physically near me!

"Father doesn't talk about it. Mom doesn't care 'bout anything coming out of Potter." That's right. Lie.

"Lucky you, mate. Potter's the only thing said around my house."

"Blaise, if you keep talkin' 'bout Potter as loud as you are, he's gonna know we're talkin' bout him! We wouldn't want that now would we?" I said in a loud whisper.

He rolled his eyes and finished cutting a chicken breast into pieces. And that's how Draco Malfoy ends an unwanted conversation.

I finished my dinner and stood. I told my friends that I'd want to catch up on my sleep. It was only 8, so I left alone. As I walked to the exit, a rude being bumped straight into me. She fell of course as I just stepped a few steps back to regain my balance.

"Watch where you're going!" I yelled. I looked down at the idiot who hit me.

"Maybe I'd rather look straight when I'd walk!" Gryffindor. She was too brave. No one would speak to me this way. Not to mention a girl.

She stood up and looked me in the eyes. She was a good 3 inches shorter than I was, so I sneered down at her.

"Hmm. I'll think about it." I said maliciously before pushing her to my side and walking straight to the doors.

"Hey! Malfoy, I want an apology!" I sighed at her request. Gryffindors. They were just so brave. And stupid.

I turned to face her. Her face was red and her hands were turned to fists. I laughed. "Sorry, but you're not good enough for me to apologize to."

And I left the room.

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