Wrote another quick chapter. It seems to help when I write in short burst lol. Con-crit greatly appreciated! Also, any ideas for what should happen next? I don't know if I want to take this fic in a more serious direction or keep it fairly light hearted? What do you think? :)

Draco paced up and down the compartment, his head throbbing. His arm ached from where his father had gripped him tightly around his bicep, dragging him close to hiss a warning into his ear. "Draco - they will be watching you… Remember. And don't do anything idiotic like you seem to have a habit of doing! You have responsibilities now."

Pansy simpered in the background to a grumpy Blaise Zabini who was shooting him furtive looks, perhaps wanting to be rescued from Pansy's excessive tediousness. She was currently ranting about the fact that her tailor-made robes weren't showing off enough of her cleavage.

Draco rolled his eyes and continued to pace. He needed to pull his shit together. Last year had been an utter mess. He had behaved like an embarrassing brat. Posting silly lists and boasting about how many partners he had had.

Not the behaviour becoming of a Malfoy. His father had hurt about his behaviour and had promptly locked him in one of the dungeons for 24 hours. It sounded extreme, but he had been fed and not tortured. It gave him time to think whilst being uncomfortable and cold.

The rest of the summer had involved etiquette lessons, and one on one time with his father. Every afternoon they had gone over the rare books kept in the Malfoy library, full of the most reputable tombs from the past 300 years. Learning his own family history along with a number of Dark spells.

It wasn't stated implicitly but Draco knew he was being prepared. He was scared to think of the expectations placed upon him now. Once he graduated he was going to be Marked. He was sure of it.

He wasn't sure if he wanted it or not though. That was the problem.

It didn't matter at the moment. He had received his Head Boy badge this summer, and he needed to attend the train meeting.

He left the carriage, saying goodbye to Pansy and Blaise and running into Crabbe and Goyle who had returned from their snack run already.

They lumbered past him as he looked up and down the train. He caught a flash of messy black hair down the opposite end of the Prefects cabin, and he briskly strode down to meet it, ready to reprimand Potter for breathing.

"Potter!" he snapped and stared rudely as Potter turned around. And kept staring. He belatedly realised his mouth was hanging open and he closed it with a snap. Potter had… changed, over the summer. To say the least.

Potter looked up at him warily, looking ready to bite his head off. "What?" he bit out.

"Stop… loitering." sneered Malfoy, "Or I'll be forced to take points. Get back to your compartment and get into your school robes."

"We're not even at Hogwarts yet!" Potter said mutinously, "Why are you such an arsehole Malfoy?" He whirled around without waiting for a response and stomped back to his compartment, slamming the compartment door behind him.

Malfoy stood there with his mouth hanging open like a goldfish, wondering what the hell had just happened. Not so much the exchange, that was totally normal behaviour for them. No, he was more confused by the fact that Potter looked like a different person. He seemed taller, and leaner. Still below average height, but not runty looking like he had looked last year.

And he had cheekbones now. He seemed to have lost all his baby fat. It suited him greatly. His eyes stood out on his face without the thick ugly glasses hiding them, and Draco had noticed just how truly green they were when he had been stood in front of him.

This was NOT fair. Why did Potter have to go and get hot over the summer?

Well. It's not like it was going to change his behaviour towards his irritating rival. Not like he was going to stop shoving and hitting Potter as frequently or anything. Or shoving him against walls. Or tackling him after he'd caught the snitch as usual. Or staring into his pretty green eyes as he took more house points. Wait, what?

Draco scowled and stormed off in the opposite direction, towards the Prefects meeting he was already late for.

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