Draco Malfoy stirred in his warm bed. His feet almost went off the edge of the bed, considering he was quite tall for his age, so his feet were always cold when he slept. He did not mind much during the summer and spring terms, but as it was currently mid winter term just before Christmas break, his feet became numb every night. Draco could not wait to get to his bed back at the Manor, which was the perfect size for himself.
Christmas... he grimaced. The thought was not pleasant, for he was in the midst of a plan... a mission, you might say. Draco did not know exactly when this plan would commence, but he knew it had to be before Christmas, most likely the day before the break. Break will begin in precisely a week and three days. He did not have even the outline of his plan complete; his time was running short.
Draco had not told anybody about the plan yet. He hadn't even mentioned to anybody, not even Goyle, that he had an ambition. They just thought that he was busy with his study, or just had developed a hobby.
He had developed a hobby, alright; a hobby that involved his arch enime, Harry James Potter, chosen one, Godson of accused criminal Sirius Black, and friend of Mudblood Granger and the Weasley boy. Draco hated and dispised of Potter for all these reasons... and that is exactly why he had taken an interest in him.
He couldn't tell you why, for he could not even figure out himself why he was so compelled by Potter for all the same reasons he was appaled by him. Draco had thought this over for hours on sleepless nights, and after not sleeping for three days straight he came to the conclusion that he loved Potter. It sounded crazy, scary, even. After a month, it still sounded just as surreal as it had that night.
He loved him.
But he also hated him.
...but did he really?
That seemed like a silly question. Of course he hated Potter. Potter was arrogant and unsanitary; have you /seen/ his hair?
He decided to go down to breakfast.
He picked up his wand from his bed stand and dressed. It was soon evident that he was the last to leave the dormitory. He ignored this and hurried down the stairs to the Great Hall; Breakfast would be over soon. He must hurry.
On the way, his shoulder bumped with someone else's. He stopped to see who he had bumped into; this might call for a minor hex, for good measure.
It was Potter.
With Granger.
He scrunched up his nose subconsciously. It wasn't unusual to see Potter with Granger, though it still upset him. They were quite fond of one another, especially in recent developments.
He used to tell himself that this was just hatred for Granger. But recently he admitted that it was none other than jealousy.
He looked into Potter's eyes. And they glared back at him, bright green and piercing.
"Why, hello, Potter." Draco said, trying to put up his best 'don't-mess-with-me' act. It was pretty convincing.
Granger gave him a nasty look. Potter was chewing on the inside of his mouth thoughfully.
Draco took this time to gather information for the plan.
"So, Potter, are you staying at this bloody dreadful place over the holidays?" He asked, hiding the blatant curiosity in his tone.
"What's it matter to you, Malfoy?" Harry had stopped chewing his inner cheek. His green eyes now stared angrily back at him. He loved it.
"Just wondering." He lied.
Harry and Hermione continued walking without saying anything else. He watched them walk away from him, and frowned when he noticed how they walked shoulder to shoulder. He had to put his plan into action soon, or else it would all be for nothing.
