Resorting of fifth year

Stupid Potter

It was now my third year at hogwarts and I couldn't be more excited to get away from this shithole of a manor.
"Well,Draco. It's a manor you should be happy about it" as many people may say, here's my answer. Fuck. Off. Do you live here? It isn't welcoming at all, it's cold and horrible. No body would like to live here, though I wouldn't really like to go back to hogwarts as it is going to the dogs. With dumblewhore being the new headmaster, there is no discrimination to mudbluds. What utter nonsense, the only good wizarding families are the pure bloods. They all are great except from the Weasleys, where do I start? They're a disease to all pure blood wizards, for one they're poor they can hardly scavenge a few galleons for robes and I could go on but I don't have time. Because my father likes to buy me very expensive suits and robes, because I only get the best. So he said that we would head down to the shops and get all my school supplies.
Diagon Ally is truly amazing, I still haven't gotten over how good it is. Many shops are magical (pun intended) most are abundant in books and potions this year I have two new lessons and two new teachers, my two new lessons need a few books (which won't be a problem). One of them for Care Of Magical Creatures and Divination ,which is bullshit, who believes that the stars and planets depict your future it's really tragic I can imagine this teacher will be a nut case.
As I walked into the bookshop it felt off, no body was around. They may be afraid of Sirius Black, what wimps nothing will happen with dementors around. Anyway back to the story, I saw none other than the famous Harry Potter. He looked lost, but what do I care he can surely find his way around a shop. The pampered guy. Probably doesn't have a worry in the world, with his stupid scar; his messy hair; his baggy clothes; his perfect body; his perfect eyes, what the fuck. Why would I say that? That is positively disgusting, the bugger. Hate him to bits, everything is payed out in front of him doesn't need to do any hard work. With that rant over, he was just walking around looking quite lost and like he was in trouble, ha ha saint potter? In trouble? He'll get away with it without people batting an eyelid at it, probably blown someone up. Every one has been acting weirdly mostly pansy, she's been looking at the mudblood granger a lot. Probably planning something, that's my pansy. I took my gaze from potter to my father who had tapped my shoulder pointing towards the book I needed for CoMC,
"You don't expect me to use that? It's ravenous" I said in disgust, looking over to the books that were tearing eachother apart, most likely willing to bite my finger off! It's disgraceful what we have to buy, I'll have to put a belt over that. My belt, a perfect belt that I would have worn. I hate this year already, well it could be worse we could have Hagrid as our teacher, how funny would that be? If he was well I would hate to imagine the safety of the students. By the time I knew it I was already in the robes shop getting measured, I was obviously getting Slytherin robes as it is the best house ,unlike Gryffindor, and getting a tie. I needn't worry about spending money on a new tie ,even though it was re-sorting, because I was obviously going to be a slytherin still. But other people not so much, I bet you 10 galleons Weaslby will be in hufflepuff and Granger will be in Ravenclaw even if she is smart she's boring as hell.
My father apparated him and I back to the manor, and I ran straight up to my room to pack my bags for another year at hogwarts hopefully this year I will get to decorate my dorm seeing as it is MY room, I should be able to make it my own. I pack my things in one by one, putting my uniform in one case and my casual clothes in another. I always took up the most space in the compartment because a Malfoy should always look their best, it's common knowledge unless you have a brain like Crabbe and Goyle they're about as dim witted as a slug most likely as slow as them. If father didn't like them as much as he did I'd have bunked them off a long time ago, the only friends I need are pansy and Blaise
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I arrived at platform nine and three quarters without having to mess up my spectacular suit by running through that dirty brick wall that separates all the filthy muggles from us. As soon as I turn my head to glance at the right, I see a head of shoulder length black hair with a short fringe on their forehead; green eyes and a green silk dress draped around her slim body. She started to walk towards me with her arms open, I shortly copied her position as we shared a friendly hug. One thing, may I say, that has been worrying me is that I have found no girls attractive. Weird I know, no girl has caught my eye; none really appeal to me. Maybe it's just that most of the girls that occupy the Slytherin house are not attractive, even Daphne Greengrass is not attractive in my eyes. Which for most boys would seem impossible nobody seems to float my boat. I snap out of my thoughts and greet pansy with a 'hello',
      "Bi- I mean, hi Draco, when we get into an empty compartment I need to tell you something very, very important" she said sternly emphasising 'very'. My faced contoured into a confused glance, she just tutted as she pulled my arm leading me to the train. For some strange reason my gaze landed on Harr- Potter, and he looked cute? It sounds rational and it's probably just puberty confusing me but, Potter? Of all people, Potter?
                    We made it just in time to get into an empty compartment, as all of the others were full of people. We placed our luggage in the shelves above our head, just as pansy was about to talk,  the glass door slid open revealing our friend Blaise. He sat down and placed his luggage next to pansy as he was sitting next to her, I thought that that would be our last disturbance so that pansy could say what she wanted to,
        "Like I was going to say, I need to get this off my chest and tell you. I think-" pansy was interrupted without warning by a slam of the door,
       "Finally" the weasel said obviously thinking that he had found an empty compartment. Accompanying him were his two best friends, granger and saint potter, as I took a glance to the mudblood I saw that she was blushing whilst looking at pansy. I turn around to see thAT ONLY PANSY FUCKING PARKINSON WAS BLUSHING TOO. What an imbecile, my glance returned back to the trio; my face had a look of disgust on it,
      "Could we sit here? Please?" Potter said breaking the silence, his tone was pleading,
      "Sure" I said confused, I heard a small mumble from potter, his cheeks turning a shade of scarlet.
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