Draco Malfoy: The boy who loved

Term 1

The Slytherin group were lead to a portrait on the wall. "Ok, boys to the left girls to the right. There should be no boys sleeping in the girls quarters and vice versa. The common room which you will see in a second is where you can be together." One of the perfects said. "Password?" The portrait asked. "pure-blood" The perfect said. The portrait swung open and everyone went to their towers and fell fast asleep.
The next day the halls were filled with whispers of Harry Potter. It made Draco sick. He went throughout the day hearing of Harry Potter. "Did you see his scar?" someone said. Harry wasn't in any of his classes but it seemed like he was with all the whispering going around. Come Friday Harry was in his class Double potions with Professor Snape.
During the class Snape never mentioned Harry, not once. He thought he could finally escape the wizarding world of Harry Potter. Boy, was he wrong. "Ah, yes. Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." Snape said. Draco and his friends chuckled. He went on to talk about potion making and what the class was about. "As there is little foolish wand waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic..." Snape droned on about the class while Draco stared at Hermione. She turned to look at him and he returned his attention back to Snape almost immediately.
"Potter!" Snape said again, "What would i get if i added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Draco looked at Harry who clearly didn't know what any of that was. "I don't know, sir." he replied. Hermione raised her hand but Snape ignored it. Snape asked Potter another question which he failed to answer while Hermione raised her hand and failed to get called on.
He asked Harry again "What is the difference,Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" "i don't know, I think Hermione does though, why don't you try her?" He responded. A couple of people in the class laughed. Snape then ordered Hermione to sit down and proceeded to tell Potter the answer "For your information,Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant... Well? Why aren't you all copying it down?" Every started looking for quills and parchment. "And one point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter."
Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle howled with laughter. Snape put everyone into pairs and told them to make a potion to clear boils. He walked around and criticized everyone. Except Draco Malfoy of course. This made Draco happy, being better than the infamous Harry Potter. He was telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed and managed to form acid green smoke clouds.
One of the boys, the one with the toad, spilled the potion and red boils started to pop up all over his skin. Snape started to scream at the boy then at Potter while Draco and his friends began laughing. An hour later Draco climbed the stairs out of the dungeon. Draco walked out with Crabbe and Goyle and spotted Hermione. He walked up to her Crabbe and Goyle trailing closely behind.
"Hi." he said.
"Hello." Hermione said furrowing her brows.
"I'm Draco Malfoy."
"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." Draco put his hand out for Hermione to shake and she looked at him as if he'd grown three heads. "What's that?" She asked looking down into her books.
"It's my hand you oaf. Your supposed to shake it haven't your parents taught you any manners? Or do muggles just greet each other with the arses?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed behind him.
"No need to be rude." Hermione said walking away. Draco watches her leave. All the while thinking "What's her problem?" Then he simply walked away.