A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did do you really think I'd waste my time writing fan fiction? Also I'm not sure about this so let me know if I should keep going or give up. Opinions and reviews are always welcome.
It's snowing now. A bit early into the season seeing as it's only October. I look up at the flakes falling from the darkened clouds above. There is a chill in the air that has nothing to do with the rapidly dropping temperature. As I stand out on the grounds I can see the castle doors in front of me, but I cannot make myself walk forward. I really do love it here at Hogwarts, don't misunderstand me, I just need some time to be alone with my thoughts for awhile. The castle can be so overwhelming. Even now during my sixth year I'm not use to it. The war is finally over and spirits are at an all time high, which meant the common rooms were stifling with parties and boisterous students. It was exhausting. The dungeons were crawling with students, due to the 'eighth' years in addition to all the other, and Slytherin dorms were suffocating me.
Snowflakes stuck to my fringe as I walked over to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard despite the fact I was probably going to catch my death. Oh well, nothing Madam Pomfrey's 'Pepper-Up' potion couldn't fix. Most students avoided the Hospital Wing like the plague, but I loved it there. I'm planning to become a Healer once I leave school, N.E.W.T.S. allowing of course. Actually I volunteered there in my free time. I know it's odd for someone of my house to be so devoted to helping people, but I admit my motives are a bit selfish as well. Helping people is rewarding, but there's more to it than that. Being a Healer was never dull, and never the same two days in a row. New things to learn and see, exciting curses to break, lives to save, to me it sounded exciting. Not to mention Healers make a decent amount of Galleons. Just because I'm a pureblood witch doesn't make me wealthy or elite. I had to work hard for what I wanted, but I will come out on top no matter what.
It was getting dark, and if I didn't hurry back to the Great Hall I'd miss dinner, but despite the rooms incredible size, I still always felt claustrophobic surrounded by so many people. From my quiet perch I couldn't convince myself to join my fellow classmates. Maybe I'd slip down to the kitchens later and eat it the silence. I wrapped my cloak tighter around me as a particularly large gust of wind ripped past me. I pulled out my wand a cast a Warming Charm on myself to no avail, I was still bloody freezing. I was never very good at that spell, and it seems I haven't improved since my last miserable attempt. I may not mind getting sick, but risking frostbite seemed a bit excessive even for me. I stood and headed back towards the large heavy doors of the entrance hall. I waved my ebony wand at the doors opening them silently. Well at least I was good at one spell. The hall was empty, but hundreds of voices rang out from the open doors to the left. I passed by them choosing to retreat to the Infirmary until the lower levels quieted down a bit.
As I stepped past the entrance to the dungeons someone came barreling up the stairs and ran straight into me. My shoes, being still wet from the snow, slipped on the smooth stone floor and sent me reeling backwards. I landed with a very ungraceful thump due to the fact my arms had been too tangled in my robes to break my fall. I muttered various swear words, that would most defiantly land me in detention with Filch had anyone heard, under my breath as I struggled to right myself.
"Merlin, you are an utter disgrace to purebloods, can't even stop yourself from falling on your bony arse." I looked to see which housemate had so graciously bowed me over. It was none other than Pansy Parkinson, just my luck.
"At least I didn't run someone over with my fat arse because I wanted to stuff my face with even more food." She narrowed her dark eyes at me.
"Not that is any of your business, but I'm going to go see my darling Draco in the Hospital Wing. Poor thing must feel dreadfully abandoned all by his lonesome up there." Oh great she was heading to my sanctuary. Bad enough Draco Malfoy was apparently in there for reasons unknown, but having to endure her as well would drive me mental. Thank Merlin the clock chose that moment to chime out the new hour. I smirked a bit as I counted out six chimes.
"You know the ruled Parkinson, no visitors in the Infirmary after six." She looked at me like I sprouted a second head.
"Who died and gave you the Order of Merlin? I can do as a bloody well please." My smirk grew larger as a pulled back the edge of my cloak revealing my gleaming Prefect badge. I normally tried not to hold my power over others, but Parkinson deserved it for running me over. Her face was steadily growing red as she realized I very well had the power to stop her from what she was doing. "But…but my Drakie needs me!" Oh brilliant, now she's screeching at me, although I had to stifle a laugh at the Drakie bit.
"I'm sure he needs you like another hole in his overly inflated head. Now either join the rest of the students in the dining hall or I shall have to give you detention." She let out another screech, though I do not believe it contained actual words this time, as she stormed off to the Great Hall. I just smiled as I headed up to the familiar fourth floor corridor with little thought basking in my small victory over the girl I hated most. Great way to start the term if I do say so myself, as long as you ignore the fact the boy I hated most would be plaguing my destination. I sighed out loud as I climbed up the stair. I guess I can't win them all.