| Malfoy's P.O.V. |
Head Boy. Me. Why me? I was a Death Eater. Shouldn't it be the famous Harry Potter? The Chosen One? The Boy Who Lived? The favorite? Not that I'm complaining about bring Head Boy. But it'd make more sense to me if Potter were it. But I guess he's a prefect now. Along with the Weasley kids. Once I'm back in my compartment with my girlfriend, Pansy, Goyle, and Blaise*, I get in my robes and sit next to Pansy. I guess she's just temporary because she's one of the only people who doesn't hate me and is decent enough to date. Though, I don't think we're going to last all year. Before I know it, we're at Hogwarts already. I grab my trunk and go towards the carriages. I hear the old oaf, Hagrid, calling for the first years. What an accent, it's barely understandable. Pansy, Goyle, and Blaise join me in the carriage and the carriage starts moving.