Starting Spark

The Surprise

Draco's P.O.V

I was quite surprised to find Potter and his little ginger friend still at Hogwarts the next day I just couldn't believe my eyes. Potter was standing there and he was all smiling and everything. How could he possibly be smiling from the event that had just happened yesterday?

He should've been sent home.

"Malfoy, why is Potter still here? I thought you said - "

"Did I say you can mark my words, Goyle?"

"No, Malfoy." Said Crabbe.

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It's been at least seven days and I've already passed Clarissa two or three times in the corridors.

First time, she was pretty cool with everything. She wasn't mad at me or anything she was smiling again.

Usually when I think about children who are raised by people who work in the Ministry of Magic, I would think of snobby children. (Note, this only implies to rich children not pathetic old no money lunatic like the Weasley)

But Clarissa was completely different and that sort of shocked me.

I mean the girl...what was her name...Bones? Was she in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, I can't remember. Well, every time she walked pass me she'd treat me as if I was a poisonous cobra and that I was going to attack her any moment if she didn't pay close attention to my movement. And I bloody hate it.

Second time, she was still smiling, but she was holding a book. And not just any book, it's a really thick book. And I'm starting to get a little bit suspicious here. Does she think the book is Draco proof. Because it definitely is.

My father had hit me with books countless times; I have all my rights to be afraid of them. It actually really hurts when it lands exactly on your back, you know?

I don't hate it because I hate reading, I just hate it because I have a fear that somehow my father's hand will appear and throw it at me.

By the end of the week, I was exhausted. I barely finished any homework and they were all, unfortunately, due soon.I just hate the thing about school, there's always due dates and everything.

I mean why can't there be classes where you can actually turn in the homework whenever you want?

I walked into the great hall that Friday morning, tired from doing all the homework.

"Malfoy, I think you should sit down, people are staring." Pansy said nosily. Who I repeat who asked for her opinion anyways?

I glared down at her with discomfort. I just hate her so much. Why is she so nosy?

"Shut up, Pansy. I can do as I please."

"Sure, I'll just let you goggle your eyes at that Clarissa girl." She rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath.

"What was that, you want to repeat that again?" I said in a low threatening voice. I knew it had something to do with Clarissa. I mean Pansy, she literately looks like a toad with a wig, of course she'd be making fun of Clarissa. She's jealousy of her looks!

"Honestly!" She sighed in anger and stood up to leave the table.

What is she angry for? I am the one that's supposed to be angry, not her.

Just when I thought things were getting along quite well, a long thin package arrived, and it was carried by six large screech owls. It landed in front of Potter. What the bloody hell is that?