Chapter 4:
DRACO’S POINT OF VIEW
Aw, crud.
Seriously, what have I done to deserve this?
It’s not really sharing space with a Mudblood that I detest, but living with a goody- two- shoes like Hermione Granger means no girls, no parties and definitely no breaking rules.
Plus, I’m not even sure how I winded up as Head Boy, considering my not-so-pretty record. But having your own living quarters, that’s a definite plus, even if it’s sharing with Granger.
I idly followed Hermione after dinner was over, and did some rethinking as to how my yearly plan was going to turn out. I was pretty tuned out until I walked into the quarters and even then I didn’t say anything, which is very unusual for me. I usually come up with some wacky comeback, but this time, words literally failed me. The painting leading to our rooms was a new painting of Sirius Black, (do not ask as to why a criminal gets a painting in Hogwarts), and as the portrait swung aside, a indescribable sight met my eyes.
The ceiling was about four metres tall, and the wallpaper showed little mushrooms bouncing along one wall to another. There was a curtain down the middle of the room, to give the lady a bit of privacy, I guess. Or to give me a bit of privacy. Not that I really needed any, since most of the people in the school have seen me without clothes on during parties.
On each side of the curtain was a bed, covered in silk and adorned with little miniature figures, along with pillows and frills everywhere. Off to the side was a door, unmistakeably leading to the bathroom, and Hermione went to investigate that immediately, while I settled down on the bed with ‘Draco’ written in a tiny plaque along the side. Pulling out my journal with the unbreakable clasp, I started to write:
Dear Diary,
Today has been very eventful. First I got into a fight with Weasel, over some stupid jealousy issue. Although I have to thank him for saving me from Pansy. She was definitely on the verge of killing me. I was promoted from Prefect to Head Boy today. It’s not exactly on my agenda, but obviously I was put here for a reason, so I shall make Hogwarts a better place and kick out Gryffindor House, although I am pretty sure McGonagall won’t let me, no matter how important I am. Hermione Granger became Head Girl, which isn’t of much surprise, considering her innocent background and her academic grades. I am not sure how I will live through a whole year in the same room from her, without going mad from the lack of partying and beer, and I should try to sneak some alcohol in when she’s not looking.
I guess the year will be very different and living a clean and innocent year will be the hardest. Maybe I could persuade Potter to put Granger on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and then take my revenge on the Golden Trio. That will probably make my day.
This year, I will try and increase my academic level and try to stick to one girlfriend at a time. That way I might live till the end of this year.
Yours lovingly,
Draco.
Hearing Hermione come back into the main room, I shoved my diary under a pillow and shut my eyes, pretending to sleep.
Overcome with fatigue, I heard Hermione climbing into bed as my mind drifted into darkness.
