Flight of the Pheonix- Ch 2

Admire

Draco Malfoy was enjoying his first day back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had reunited himself with his minions on the train, after the summer holidays. His holiday had been... scary to say the least. At least scary to regular yous and mes, but to Draco Malfoy, it was just a normal vacation of serving the Dark Lord and preparing to become a death eater.

The day when he would be following his father's footsteps and joining the death eaters was nearing, it was only a year away. Draco had been training for that day since his early childhood. That's the only reason his father hadn't killed him yet. Draco was Lucius's heir; he would be carrying the next Malfoy line through the death eaters.

When he was younger, Draco had always admired his father and had always wanted to be just like him, but Draco's feelings changed when he had grown up being beaten and forced to do certain things. Becoming a death eater was now something he desperately did not want to do. No, defiantly not on his agenda.

Now by no means does this mean that Draco wants to be good, no there is not more than an ounce of good blood in his body; what Draco wants is power. Draco wants his own power, he doesn't want to share it with some half- dead wanna-be who wouldn't be alive if it weren't for his minions. No, Draco wants his own power; he wants to be the one making the rules. He isn't one to follow others.

But back to the happenings in the Great Hall... Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table, silently plotting his revenge on his father and his rise to power, when the last first year was sorted. He snapped back to reality, ready to enjoy his meal, when Dumbledore announced that a new student was joining the sixth year class, his class. Draco, wanting to be the best at everything, was probably the only student, other than mudblood Granger, who had read Hogwarts a History. With the knowledge he had attained from this escapade, he knew that this was quite a peculiar situation, since no one had been allowed entrance into Hogwarts after the first year. So being only human, curiosity over took him, and he listened to the old coot and his for once meaningful babble.

"I would like to invite you all to welcome, Miss Pheona Grace." Dumbledore said.

Draco saw the girl step out in front of everyone. If Draco wasn't a Malfoy he would describe the girl as the image of an angel, but that isn't his style. But what he saw blew him away, as it did many other guys in the room. He was anticipating what the Sorting hat had to say about her. He was hoping she would be in Slytherin or at least anything but Gryffindor, so he could have access to her if he pleased. He would of course not show her affection, but he would like to feel her body beneath his.

But Draco's thoughts were shattered when the dreaded word "Gryffindor" reverberated through the hall. Draco silently groaned with disgust. Why should something so beautiful and perfect be wasted on those stupid, naïve, little goody- two- shoes Gryffindors? He quickly concluded mourning his loss and started eating his meal which had just appeared before him.

He was determined to forget about her. She was a stupid Gryffindor now, and what was worse, she was sitting by the "boy who lived" and his stupid little friends. But he kept stealing glances at her. He knew that at least half of the other guys in the room were still just openly staring at her and the other half were getting slapped by their girlfriends. Draco envied those boys; he wanted to stare at the beauty before him for eternity, but he was a Slytherin and a Malfoy at that; he had to fight it.

He gave himself one more look at her, then he would forget she even existed. He looked up for the last time and met her curious blue eyes.