Dorkus Maximus

Chapter 1

It was a gloomy Wednesday, Draco thought, looking towards the library windows. Usually the large room was well lit, and the few lamps decorating the open space were just that, for decoration. But today, the dim lighting, a product of their dusty bulbs, was the only lighting to be found.

"Just talk to him," Pansy said, as a small smirk graced her porcelain face. Her dark lashes fluttered as she looked over at Draco, her stark black makeup giving her an almost ethereal, cross and slightly intimidating look to anyone unfamiliar with her personality. As it stood, Draco mused, her personality actually seemed accurately portrayed. Well, that, and annoying as hell.

He couldn't help the blush that heated his cheeks at her words, and he refused eye contact as he glanced towards the clock hanging above the library entrance. It was almost that time again. There was a reason that his trio left lunch early and went the library before their free period. At first Pansy and Blaise had followed blindly, but it took merely two days for them to catch on.

"Never." He replied to her statement, still staring at the clock, his lips forming a very distinguished (or so he hoped) pout. The sound of a sigh broke his concentration, and he glanced over to where Blaise sat, his legs, clad in dark grey tight trousers and black laced boots, propped up on the table, a few books hazardously pushed out of place and nearing the edge. Blaise caught his eye and also smirked, mirroring Pansy's expression.

The library table they currently occupied was messy, books strewn across the oak, and their school bags lying half open in the middle of the table. Pens and papers were half out of Pansy's bag, and a dress shoe poked out of the red tote Blaise carried, along with a battered textbook and a half empty water bottle. Draco's own bag, a gray across the shoulder style, a product of whatever new designer his mother had admired, was the most orderly of the three. In front of Draco was an open book, his notebook next to it, and a pen behind his ear. He wasn't actually working, a bit too distracted to do anything.

The weather was making him want to grab a blanket and some hot chocolate and cuddle up near a warm heater with dark hair and emerald green....

He shook his head and threw himself back into the conversation. Pansy and Blaise had moved on from tormenting him to arguing about what winter color was in this season.

"Green." Draco interrupted.

Pansy smiled. "Yes, emerald green." Blaise let out a short laugh. "You know what else is green Draco? Two shining orbs that-"

"-PANSY," Draco wanted to hit his head against the wood table. "For gods sake-"

"C'mon Draco. Everything you think about has something to do with him!" Pansy practically shrieked.

"It does not!" Draco leaned back in his chair and elegantly crossed his feet at the ankles, his maroon suede shoes a stark contrast to the navy blue carpeting covering the floor. His gray trousers were crisp and freshly pressed, the perfect length at his ankle. Personally fitted clothes made a wonder of a difference, his mother had always said, and he reluctantly admitted that she was right. Was it worth the hours being poked and prodded, measured and scrutinized by a seamstress? Maybe. Possibly not. Did he have anything better to do? Probably not.

Pansy groaned and plopped one leg on top of the piled booked, and folded the other underneath her body. "Earth to Draco!" He narrowed his eyes at her and then threw his head back, staring at the ceiling and letting his arms fall to his sides. "Come back to us."

"I don't want to." He whined and closed his eyes, snapping them open a second later when flashes of green irises and black messy hair filled the space behind his eyelids.