Parks showering early the next morning woke me up, and although I didn't have any classes for at least 2 hours, I got up. I don't like taking showers in the morning because that means I sleep being as grimy as I was all day. I decided I would shower this morning and later tonight then get into a night schedule.

"Hey, g'morning." I said to Parks as she walked out of the bathroom, mostly dressed save her robes.

"Morning." She replied as I walked past her and into the bathroom holding a towel and clean uniform.

When I got out of the shower and got dressed, I used the hair braiding charm and kept my hair wet. I saw Parks straighten her hair as I walked out of the bathroom.

She noticed my hair. "It's too short to keep in braids, you should use your magic to grow it out. You know how to, right?"

"My magic?" I laughed, realizing what she was referring to. "No, I can't. I can hardly even control my hair color."

"Oh. You should learn how to do that. I wish I could."

"I will learn. I'll check out a book out from the library about it later."

"Alright. Guess what? I'm making a music device that plays any song without a record. Even if the song's singer hasn't been born yet. I can only charm it for 30 years in the future and 30 in the past, but it still takes a bunch of magic. I'll have to get a teacher to help me with it or something."

"That's so cool! Tell me if there's anything that I can help with and I'll be there to help."

"Will do. I'm going to go sketch now but I'll work on it more at lunch."

"Okay."

I grabbed my robes and schedule, and headed to the Great Hall. I sat with the Weasley twins at breakfast, planning a prank on Professor Babbling for Friday.

I studied my HoM textbook in the common room before my classes. Classes themselves were fairly easy, some with other houses. I got only 2 homework assignments that day, finishing both promptly in the library before dinner.

I sat with Parks at dinner, same as all of my classes. She kept trying to get me to change my hair color and I managed to turn it blond then back by envisioning myself with either feature.

I went to bed late that night, staying up to write HoM notes from the lesson and play with my hair. I'd managed to lengthen it 2 inches, but passed out before I could do any more.

The next few days passed in the same fashion, and Hermione Granger and I managed to get top of our classes quickly, both having perfect marks and a bit of extra credit. Zabini broke his leg during quidditch practice on Wednesday, and though it healed by Thursday, I never got to ride a broom before lessons on Thursday. And that was when school got much more interesting.

Madam Hooch is a woman with short hair, and hawk-like yellow eyes. She gives all flying lessons to every year as well as refs the quidditch games for the school, so she is constantly busy.

"Wow, Draco," I said angrily, breaking the awkward silence. "For as much as you-wrongfully, I must say-bully Potter about it, you seemed pretty desperate for attention just then. You're always going on about how annoying Harry is, but he doesn't ever bother anybody. You're just jealous of his fame, and bitter that he rejected your friendship. Can you really blame him, though? And he probably hates his fame.

"I know I would hate being famous because my parents were both murdered in front of me when I was one. Then, he was almost murdered, but his mother-a muggleborn-protected him magically after he died. He was left with a scar from the Killing Curse, then raised by muggles. Ever notice how skinny he is? He was probably starved, and I'm willing to bet 20 galleons that he was abused. Quit bothering him!

"Put yourself in his shoes for a minute. He makes a nice friend that doesn't care he's a half blood or famous, and is willing to teach him about the wizarding world that he remembers nothing about, then some bleached blond with a ferret face comes up, ragging on that friend and questioning his judgement while being the biggest git he can. Of course he didn't like you, and you're giving him more reason not to like you.

"Maybe people like him more than you because he's nice to people he just met regardless their blood status or appearance. Maybe he's just a better person, and you bullying him to look cool in front of your friends isn't making anybody like you more. A bunch of people despise you because of it. Think about that every time you trip him in the halls or tease him because of his scar he got from the most traumatic experience of his life." With that I rolled my eyes and grimaced at him, and stormed away to the castle.

So much for riding a broom for the first time. Whatever, at least that slimy git got what he deserved. I got to the portrait into the common room and groaned in frustraiton. There was no way that I was going to say that out loud. Mudblood. And I knew that it wasn't fair, but most of my house mates only liked me for my blood status. What's wrong with being muggleborn? Nothing at all. But I knew that there were some people who would hate me if I was.

It was at that moment that I noticed my hair was a violent shade of cherry red. I had no energy to care or try to change it. All I felt was fury at too many things to name and worry for Harry. I was ready to defend him if he got in trouble. I wouldn't snitch on Malfoy, but I would point the blame away from Harry. After all, he was only getting Neville's remembrall.

I started at Blaise standing behind me. "Oh um hey," I stammered awkwardly, trying to get my temper under control, not wanting to wrongfully take it out on one of my only friends.