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It started off like any other day. The sky was fairly dark, it looked like it might rain but that was nothing new. Nope nothing special about today at all and that was exactly how he liked it. Everything had its proper place in life. For example Harry, Hermione, and Ron will always be annoying twits, the Weasleys' will always be poor, and I will always be a mean, selfish prick. Who am I to change the natural order of the world? If I did it would cause massive repercussions and I for one do not want to mess with the cosmic balance. No, no, no things need to stay exactly the way they are. There just isn't any room for change or improvement not that I need any. I must say that I hold myself up fairly high up. I mean look at me, I'm devastatingly handsome, intelligent, witty, and all around fantastic. You do not want to mess with perfection. Oh and did I mention modest? People never really seem to get me. They always want to know what's inside of me. Well their search is in vain! I don't have anything inside of me, what you see is what you get and that's all there is to it. I like who I am and that's all that matters to me. I feel that I ooze perfection. I have a very manly name to go with a very manly body. Draco is definitely a manly name.

This is my last year at Hogwarts and I figure that if I'm going out, I might as well go out with a bang. I want people to remember me fifteen years down the line. Not that I'm forgettable anyways. So I decided that I would make some goals for myself this year.

Draco's List of Goals:

Those seem like good goals and quite attainable if I do say so myself. This year may not be so bad after all.

So here I am boarding the train that would take me to my last year at Hogwarts. The sensation is fairly surreal. I sat down in my own compartment and stretched out. I wasn't worried about anyone coming in because all of the older students knew better and the younger ones had probably been warned. I surveyed my surroundings, the same every year. The large green chairs, with the distinct smell of cigars and something else that I just couldn't place. Crabbe and Goyle would be arriving shortly. They always sat with me. I didn't mind I could usually just drown out whatever nonsense they were bound to be talking about. Oh and here they come right now.

"Draco, where were you all summer. I came to your house with my dad but your father said you went away for the summer," Crabbe questioned.

" I told you before the summer that I wouldn't be around. I was visiting some relatives," honestly he was stupid. I clearly remember telling him I wouldn't be around.

"Oh you're right, hey here comes Goyle."

And for the rest of the train ride I was forced to listen to whether cookies were better than cake. I was ready to scream by the time we finally arrived at Hogwarts. The only thing I hadn't managed to do that I wanted to, was to find Potty. I usually made my presence known some time during the ride. This year though I couldn't find their compartment and didn't want to waste time actually thoroughly looking for it.

I wasn't disappointed though; I saw them the moment I stepped off the train. They all looked a little different. Weasley had grown over the summer it looked like he had done some training, even that couldn't overshadow his poor, hand me down robes though. He would never look good in those things. Granger had definitely improved; she had finally developed although her hair was still atrocious. She would never be beautiful. Potty must have grown a good four inches and gained a little weight. He even had new glasses but no matter how hard he tried he would never be as good looking as I am.

That definitely boosted me my mood. Putting people down never failed to lift me up.

"Weasley, Weasley I see that your family is still as poor as ever. Still can't afford decent robes."

With that I walked into Hogwarts and headed towards the Slytherin table. Slytherin was undoubtedly the best house in all of Hogwarts. Gryffindor had to be the worst. I mean any house that would let in the likes of Potter, Granger and Weasley was scrounging.

I took my usual seat, third on the left. Crabbe and Goyle took the seats on either side of me. This was the way it usually was, unless I desired it differently. They were still continuing on about trivial things. I took the time to take a good look around. The first years hadn't arrived yet and I was utterly bored. Nothing really caught my eye until I spotted the youngest Weasel. It wasn't her that caught my eye, although she was getting to be very sexy. No I would never be seen with her but she was talking to a girl I had never noticed before.

She couldn't be new, Hogwarts didn't have exchange students and she wasn't with the first years. Her looks would not have gone unnoticed. I could not figure out who she was. I thought I knew all of the people worth knowing in this school, I guess I was wrong. My train of thought was interrupted when the first years suddenly arrived. A disappointing bunch but perhaps there would be a few that could be salvaged.

"Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff," the Sorting Hat called out.

I turned to Blaise and said, "Where are all the bloody Slytherins?"

"I don't know man, there seems to be a real shortage of acceptable first years," he replied.

"Slytherin," the Sorting Hat shouted.

I turned and saw a small, frail girl turn and head towards our table. I believe her name was Monique. She hardly looked like a Slytherin but then again you can never judge a book by its cover. After her, there were about fifteen more first years called to Slytherin. All in all it was a complete and utter waste of my precious and valuable time.