** T/W: Draco is notorious for mean thoughts, name-calling, and fat-phobic comments—his thoughts/behaviors/and actions do NOT represent our own whatsoever. We tried to make his character as close to canon as we could (with a bit of "fanon" Draco of course), and for those who have read the books—he is incredibly ruthless, cruel, and mean-spirited.**

Song: All The Things She Said by t.A.T.u

Draco POV

My eyes dart between Goyle and Crabbe as they debate on which spell one would use in a fight against a troll. Crabbe, being the big idiot he is, argues that one could use "wingardium leviosa" to fly it away. Goyle, who isn't much smarter than him, says that it's too heavy to do that.

I'm just sitting here trying to figure out why these two nitwits are two of my closest friends.

Is it their willingness to do as I tell them to? Or perhaps the over abundance of wealth my family has that keeps them hanging around?

The silly thing is, I wouldn't even be thinking about this and the whole idea of friendship if it weren't for Tonks saying something about it the other night. Even though she was drunk, her words and questions seem to spark new thoughts in my head.

And I hate it.

"No! If you have the mental capacity to lift it, which I do—" I scoff at that; Crabbe gives me a look before continuing, "—then it's possible to lift the troll away without having to use any other spells."

Goyle leans back in his chair, and I can see him trying to determine if he has the mental capacity as Crabbe is saying.

"I don't know! I think using that spell for this is stupid!"

I yawn, before standing up. "I think you both are idiots." They turn their heads towards me; Crabbe bearing a frown as if my words hurt him. "I'm going to the library before this conversation gets more idiotic."

I snag my books from the table beside my sofa: yes, my sofa. I've claimed this black, leather sofa my second year at Hogwarts as my own.

Giving the two buffoons an eye roll, I head out of the Slytherin common room and briskly walk down the halls towards the library.

I see a couple younger Gryffindors scram out of my way to which I snicker to myself. I didn't even have to shove them this time.

After walking into the library, I see Pansy look up and wave me over. I scowl at the fact that the seat beside hers is the only one open. Unless I want to sit by the weirdo that is Luna Lovegood, I have no other choice.

I set my books down on the table before taking the seat beside Pansy, shifting it as far away from her as I can.

We've dated on and off the last couple years, but only because there's literally no one else in this damned school. She's okay to look at, besides her face resembling that of a pug-dog, and she'll make you feel as though you're the only thing that's worth her time. She's also decent at snogging and alike things, but she lacks a personality, unless you consider being a bitch to everyone a personality trait.

"How was the party last night? Boring?" She asks me almost right away.

No, 'how are you, Draco?' or 'good morning, Draco!' Nope. She wants the gossip, so she can spread it around maliciously with her ugly friends.

"Fine. Nothing compared to Slytherin parties, but what do you expect." I don't elaborate on how they played Muggle music which was surprisingly not terrible, or the fact that Tonks is an appealing dancer. She doesn't deserve to know any details.

"Hufflepuffs are so lame, don't you agree?" As she asks this, my ears perk up at the sound of a familiar laugh.

Looking to my left, I see Tonks and Bones whispering amongst themselves and giggling. Tonks gaze meets mine for a moment before she hastily puts her head down towards her book.

She probably is embarrassed of what she said last night, if she even remembers it.

I, on the other hand, found it particularly hilarious, but then again, I'm not the one who made a fool out of myself.

"Ew...Libby Tonks is just so annoying, don't you agree?" Pansy sneers, her gaze also set on the blonde-haired Hufflepuff. Her eyes are in slits as she glares at her.

"Can you just shut up?" I snap out before turning my gaze down towards the desk and opening up my Charms book.

"Whatever," she says, flicking her dark hair over her shoulder before looking into her History of Magic book.

I swear more than half the classes here at Hogwarts are absolutely unnecessary and outwardly stupid. What's the point in learning the History of Magic now? Isn't that something you're supposed to be taught earlier on like I had been?

We probably wouldn't even have these classes if it weren't for the fact that this school allows Mudbloods to join. My father tells me that the school will soon be only Purebloods, as it should be. I think that's good... and father's typically right.

"I'm so happy you woke me up last night and made me eat those crackers. I think I would be feeling a lot worse right now." I hear Tonks say to Bones, peaking my interest for some reason.

"You're lucky you didn't drink as much as Hannah, or even Justin. Ernie told me Justin ended up puking the whole night." I smirk at that. The kid deserves the wretched hangover too for how he was talking to me last night.

I can't believe Tonks would even date that prat. She's better than that.

What the bloody hell am I saying?

"Ugh. Poor Ernie." I hear her say as Bones mumbles in agreement.

I shift my eyes from my book towards the front where Potter along with his annoying friends, Weasley and Granger, are walking out. They look like they're up to something. Then again, when are they not?

I'm already out of the chair with my books in hand as Pansy calls out, "Draco, where are you going? You just got here." Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, and I find myself grimacing more as she speaks.

I ignore her as I walk away from the table, my eyes still set on the "golden trio." They're talking rather loudly about Umbridge and Defence Against the Dark Arts, which I find more interesting than stupid Charms class anyway.

Potter seems to be pissed about something as his hands are clenched and a vein is bulging on the side of his neck. Come to think of it, he's been more angry than usual this year. Usually he tells me to 'shut up' if I say something to him, but he has been more aggressive and ready to fight.

They're hastily walking down the corridor as I sneak a few meters behind them, making sure they can't hear or see me. Then again, I could be standing right behind them, and I don't think they would even notice.

"Draco-"

I turn my head sharply at the voice, angry that they almost got me caught.

"What?!" I ask snappily, giving Tonks my typical face of disgust. The bloody Hufflepuff can't seem to stay away from me.

"I just wanted to apologize for last night and the things I may have said to you. I only remember certain parts, and from what I remember, it was incredibly embarrassing." Her cheeks are already turning pink as her eyes dart all around, a habit I've noticed she does when shy or embarrassed.

"I don't really care, Tonks. I'm not sure when you'll get that through to your measly brain." My words cause a flash of hurt to cross her face, so I continue. "Also you're not wrong, it was quite embarrassing for you, but hilarious for me."

Her eyes finally meet mine, and I can't help but to think of the morning sky whenever I look into them.

Bloody hell, what is my problem?! I shake the rubbish thought from my mind.

"You really are such an arse," she angrily states. For some reason, when she gets mad or upset, it's quite amusing. I find myself snickering as she glares back at me.

"Am I supposed to be offended?" I inquire, raising a brow.

"No. I was just reminding you." For being a Hufflepuff, she has a quick tongue.

I sigh before asking, "was there something else? Because I have things to do." I shift my gaze down to my hand where my Slytherin ring is on.

"Like stalk Harry, Hermione, and Ron?" I look up and narrow my gaze at her as she smirks back at me. She then rolls her eyes before continuing. "I also wanted to see if you could meet tomorrow after classes for an hour for tutoring?"

I cross my arms at this. "I can for maybe an hour after dinner. I have Quidditch practice right after classes."  I never reserved the field for practice, but I'll just kick off any other teams if they happen to have it reserved. It's what Flint always used to do anyway.

"I'm pretty sure the Ravenclaw Quidditch team reserved the field at that time," she remarks, giving me a questioning look.

"Okay? And? We will just kick them off like we normally do." She rolls her eyes at that.

I look back down towards the end of the hall, where Potter and his group are nowhere to be seen. Just great! I would just search the halls and rooms for them, but I don't have the energy or drive to do so. Following them was so much easier until this bloody girl had to talk to me.

Irritated, I say, "I have better things to attend, and I don't want to waste any more time talking to you."

"Fine. I'm done talking anyway. I'll see you tomorrow then," is all she says before heading back into the library. I watch her until she's out of my line of vision. I'm not sure what it is with Hufflepuff girls, but their skirts always seem incredibly shorter than most of the other girls in the other houses. That's all I found myself looking at as she walked away just before.

She's got decent legs, I think to myself briefly before shaking the thought away.

With my fists clenched, I stride down the hall back towards the Slytherin common room. I don't want to go back into the library where Pansy will just keep annoying me, and I've already lost Potter and don't feel like searching for him. I guess I'll just grab Goyle and Crabbe and go find some stupid kids to pick on. Maybe get some measly Ravenclaw to finish up my Charms homework.

I mean, there's nothing else better to do in this damned school.