Bad at love

Chapter One

Draco's POV:

Walking down the corridor with Crabbe and Goyle was ridiculously slothful, we were stuck behind potter and his rag-tag band of misfits, that mudblood Granger and a trashy Weasley. A complete waste of oxygen, and to add to the annoyance, they were going slow as molasses for no apparent reason other then to be infuriating.

"Honestly, Potter, if you were going any slower you'd be going backwards. Now speed up so I can make it to class on time." I snapped and I heard a snicker from someone ahead of us

"Shove it, Malfoy." A girls voice mumbled. I raised an eyebrow and stopped in my tracks.

"Want to speak up there, mudblood?" I asked, Potter turned around and stomped up to me, until he was almost in my face.

"Don't call her that" He said sternly and I smirked. Crabbe laughed a little and I saw Goyle snap out his wand.
"Or what?" I got closer to him, and he pulled her wand out of his coat, so i did the same.

"You better watch it Potter, before you get your arse beat." I told him, we locked eye contact and raised our wands. We just stared at each other until I heard a door slam open.

"Boys! Get away from each other before I write you both up." Professor McGonagall called from a distant doorway. Potter immediately jumped back and ran we both looked to the professor. "I expect better from both of you, now everyone get to class." She spoke.

"Yes ma'am" Potter said sharply and quickly ran back to his friends.

I waited for Crabbe and Goyle to be by my side before we started walking down the hallMcgonagall waited for us to make our way down the hall before she went back into the room she came out of.

"Imbeciles." I muttered to myself while walking forward, the three in front us were walking considerably faster then before, so i had no more complaining to do until we reached the classroom.

It was about 3:30 on a Thursday, so slytherin had history of magic with gryffindor, of course the most boring class with the most aggravating people. We also had an assignment due today that I totally spaced about.

"Oi, did you two do the project?" I whispered to Crabbe and Goyle once we had taken our usual seats in the back.

"No," Goyle said and Crabbe shook his head. "Bloody hell." I mumbled and took out my papers, we were supposed to do a report on a famous witch or wizard from the past and it counted for a certain percentage of our grade. Nothing my father couldn't fix I suppose, but he wouldn't be happy with me, plus I don't feel like talking to him unless it's absolutely necessary.

"I think the only one who did the project was the know-it-all." Crabber rolled his eyes and we looked to the golden trio, who were laughing and reading over their projects.

They looked so happy.

I wish I could be as happy as them, as innocent and simple as them. I envy anyone who is happy. But they also lacked the maturity, knowledge, and status I have. I suppose one can never have it all.

Professor Binns stood up from his desk and walked to the front of the room. "Alright class, lets turn in those projects. Place them on my desk by the end of class." He said and then cleared his throat. "Now, lets pull out our textbooks and turn to page 438. Who would like to read first?" He asked and of course Grangers hand flug up as soon as he said that.

I rolled my eyes and rested my face on my palm.

"Wake me if I dose off." I said to the boys as Granger started reciting something about where Wands first came from. I closed my eyes and tried to listen but it was no use, the next thing I know, I was dreaming.