Half-Blood (Draco Malfoy)

I totally lose my cool but I still get an A

The weekend passed far too quickly for my liking. I got to relax for the most part, although I did have some studying to do already. Classes this year are a lot harder than last year. Plus, with Umbridge around I know that I will need to be on top of my game- whether I like it or not. 

I wrote to Leo on Saturday to explain to him that I accidentally got stuck out and about after curfew, and would try to Iris message again soon. I honestly have no idea when he will even get my letter, but I've been feeling bad because I haven't tried to message him again since the incident on Friday night. I haven't even gone back up to the Prefect's bathroom. Don't get me wrong, it's nice and all, but we have a perfectly good bathroom attached to our dormitory. I'm not sure why anyone would regularly walk all the way to the fifth floor. It's more of an occasion-type place. 

Anyways, Hermione woke me up extra early again this morning- against my will, might I add. She is such a great friend, but I would just really prefer to get some extra shuteye before my whole day of classes. 

Right now, we are sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast. This has become a routine for us on days that we have our first class together. It is nice to have something so small like this to be able to rely on. It's nice to have a friend to spend so much time with. If only it weren't so early.

But seriously- today it was us and less than 10 other students in the entirety of the Great Hall. Hermione insisted that we keep up with our early arrivals to ensure maximum readiness and capability during class. Or something along those lines. Being up this early might work for her, but I am going to have to start drinking coffee if I keep getting up like this. I wonder if there's a spell for that.

"So I've been reading ahead in Defense Against the Dark Arts," Hermione starts, looking up from her breakfast.

I smirk, "Of course you have." She gives me a stern look. "And what did you find?" I ask.

"Nothing," Hermione says with a frown, "There is nothing useful in the entire book. It doesn't teach us how to do anything."

I take a bite of my eggs and look up at her smiling, "Sounds relaxing to me. A class where you don't have to do anything?"

Hermione rolls her eyes, impatiently, "You're entirely missing the point. The Ministry doesn't want us to learn how to defend ourselves, because they think we'll never need to." 

I continue eating my food, but shrug and say, "Well, hopefully we will never need to."

Hermione was just about to say something when I looked up and saw Ron about to sit down next to me, and Harry across from him. I gave Ron a side hug, telling him that I missed him. They continue the conversation that Hermione and myself were just having. I am far too tired to worry about anything serious if I don't have to. I look around the room and see students start filing in. I look straight ahead of me, and make eye contact with none other than Malfoy. I haven't seen, or even thought about him, since he helped me stay out of trouble on Friday night, and I like it that way. He made fun of my slippers. 

I hold eye contact for a moment, expecting the usual glare, or even disgusted look, but it never came. Maybe he still thinks I'll tell people he was out past curfew. That git always is worried about his appearances. 

I stare at my plate, tuning out whatever conversation my friends are currently in. This year is so different than last. I feel so much older now. Now that I'm a Prefect, I have to take things even more seriously. We had a house Prefect's meeting with Professor McGonagall over the weekend and I found out that I'll be on duty Tuesday nights, Thursday nights, and Saturday nights- beginning tomorrow. I guess kind of expected that, but it seems like a lot right now.