Draco sighs, as he continues to doodle in his journal, thinking about life, school, and everything in between.

Sometimes, school was just exhausting. Not the actual work, as if he would have trouble knowing it all, but the people, the little society, the intricate social structure the school manifested. No doubt, he had no trouble keeping up, but some students just got on every nerve his body and mind made up combined. There was one particular student out of them all, and he grew more frustrated as he continued his small work of art, now drawling the outline of glasses, framed by messy hair.

“-aco! Draco!”  Draco’s head snapped up, his mind coming back to reality.

“Finally!” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. “You were daydreaming again,” she said, as she picked up the book lying beside his journal.

“No doubt about who,” said Blaise, snatching Draco’s journal as a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Blaise! Give it, now!” Draco almost shouted, standing up and reaching for Blaise’s outstretched arm.

Pansy sighed as Blaise handed her the book. “Really Draco, this is getting quite ridiculous. Why don’t you talk to the real one instead of dreaming about it with a drawing, hmm?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Now, give me the journal,” he said, emphasizing each of his last words.

“Oh, you can have it darling, but heed my words, or it’ll bite you, one day.”

“You make no sense sometimes, Pansy dear, now is one of those times,” Draco replied as he seized the hardcover notebook.

Pansy rolled her eyes once more as she tossed her pitch-black hair, leaning forward. “What if someone else had seen that drawing, Draco. What if perhaps p-?”

“Perfect Potter had seen it?” Draco cut her off, rolling his own eyes.

“Precisely,” Pansy sighed once more.

“As if I’ll care. He’s an absolute moron. I mean honestly, you’ve seen his hair, and his atrocious clothes! It’s almost as bad as his grades!” Draco scoffed.

“Yes, his hair does need some work, why don’t you help him with it then, since you’re pale-porcelain self has great skill in the hair and beauty business? Though I doubt there will be much to change, since everything is already to your liking, as you’ve no doubt noticed,” Blaise suggested, giving Draco an exaggerated wink.

“Sod off!” Draco flicked his arm, somehow always in the right spot to make it exceedingly painful.

“Damn it Draco!” Blaise yelled, throwing a pencil at him, which narrowly missed.

“You little-!” Draco started reaching around the small, cluttered table for his own weapon.

“Boys!” Pansy shouted, bringing them to their senses.

She sighed. “Thank you. Now, Draco,” Draco sighed dramatically, to which Pansy rolled her eyes again, “I know Potter can be an arse, but-!”

“Yes, yes he can be, and more than that too,” Draco said, cutting her off again. “He is, as I’ve said, a complete moron, who can’t do anything without the help of Granger’s brain. The only thing he could possibly do on his own and succeed, is pissing me off! Even his pranks aren’t that good, and when they are, he still needs help from the Weasel, which, needless to say, still means they’re rubbish! His hair is a disaster, his clothes are worn down and torn up from never taking caution! His glasses are hideous, as they match his face! He is arrogant and to bloody confident for his own good, and for all I care, Potter can kiss my pale, porcelain, perfect-!”

He was cut off by the library doors bursting open. “Ah, just in time. Why don’t you tell him yourself?” Blaise said, a smirk crossing his dark skin.

Harry Potter walked in, arms around each of his two best friends. Ron Weasley, on the right, and Hermione Granger on the left.

Ron was a smidge taller than Harry, and had long, skinny arms and legs. His hair was short and fiery red, to match all of the Weasley’s, though only his younger sister was still in school as well as him, the rest of his five siblings had already graduated and moved on with their lives. He had freckles here and there all over his face, and blue eyes. He was a jock, on the football team, and he annoyed Draco to no end.

Hermione Granger was the exact opposite. She had long brown hair, just below the shoulders, and she was smart, incredibly smart. She did most of the logical thinking for the three, though she had her moments of taking risks. She too, had some freckles, but not as much as Weasley. She was also almost the same height as Potter, if not a centimeter shorter. She had big, brown eyes, and always a stack of books in her hands.

Harry Potter was the Golden boy. He had short, unruly, brown-blackish hair, always in a mess, and these big, round glasses. They shielded his emerald eyes, which Draco personally thinks would look better without the glasses. He was an only child and an orphan, his parents dying in a car accident when he was only a year old, being taken in by his parents best friends, who happened to be husbands. Harry Potter was Draco’s arch nemesis. Ever since elementary school, when he colored on Draco’s paper, which was going to win the class prize before stupid Potter messed it up! Ehem- anyway, he was wearing his red and gold jersey, and some worn out blue jeans, ripped at the knees, his mussed hair coming down to frame the top of his face in a ‘I’ve just rolled out of bed’ kind of way.

When the Golden trio walked by and saw the Silver trio looking, colors in coordinated with their housing on campus, Weasley made a face, while Granger just ignored. Potter on the other hand, gave Draco a rude gesture to which Draco happily returned before they both turned away.