Prologue | Beautiful Hatred
Draco
Another letter from Pansy, I think this is the two hundredth letter I've received from her this summer? One more day until I'm back at Hogwarts, one more day until I can escape these letters of obsession, one more day until I can maybe get some decent friends. I guess Blaise is cool and everything but when I think about my other friends…ugh. Pansy is an obsessed, love sick freak; Crabbe and Goyle are mentally retarded and…that's all my friends. I bet even hanging out with potter would be better than this and that, coming from me, is really saying something.
I looked at the letter from Pansy and sighed. Same as the rest of each letter she sent me asking me why I didn't reply to her last one.
Hey Draco!
How's your summer? Mine rocks! But it'd be so much better if you were here! I can't wait to see you again! Why didn't you reply to my last letter? So unlike you! I miss you! See you tomorrow!
Love Pansy XXX!
Way too many exclamation marks in such a short letter, like seriously, I think she used around 7.
The door creaked open around 4 centimetres before some person knocked. My parents, or the elves, never knock.
"May I come in?" a familiar voice said somewhat and surprisingly confidently.
"Who is it?" I asked. I recognized that voice…
"Just…just let me in," the voice replied.
I walked over to the door and opened it, to find the shock of my life. Natalie, that Ravenclaw who sits behind me in Transfiguration and Potions, was there wet (it was raining outside) but in a vest top thing, mini shorts and flip-flops. It had only been raining for around five minutes, but it was raining hard. Natalie looked surprisingly hot for a wet person.
"Natalie?" I croaked.
"If you answer my question, I'll do whatever you want for the rest of your freaking life unless it's to do with evil or killing. What did the sorting hat say to you before it sorted you into Slytherin?" Natalie said slowly, a serious expression plastered on her face.
"It said I was just like my father – the perfect Slytherin," I lied. It had actually said I'd do better in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin because of how different I was from my father. It said I might actually have some sort of humanity in me and if I was sorted into Slytherin my humanity would slowly slip away and I would become some sort of beast. I guess it was right – I was the school bully. What a prat I've made of myself.
"Tell the truth, Draco, tell me the truth," Natalie snapped.
"Why? Why do you even need to know?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
"Someone said you weren't happy in Slytherin and…and if you tell me what the sorting hat really said, I'll help you gain some sort of decent reputation round the school. The reputation you really want," Natalie replied truthfully. Even though I couldn't be 100% certain, I was about 99.9% certain she was telling the truth.
"Why can't you help me anyway? Also, who told you I wasn't happy in Slytherin? I didn't want anyone to find that out just yet…well I guess I am happy, I'm just sick of my crappy friends," I replied, sounding like an 11 year old girl bitching about her friends.
"Dumbledore told me, he tells me a lot of things that you wouldn't think anyone else would know," Natalie explained, "If you tell me what the sorting hat really said, I can go back in time and change everything."
Exactly what I want…
This is the point where I woke up from the spot on the grass I was lying on. Kneeling over me was Natalie, my best friend, the love of my life (not that she's yet aware) and the most popular, beautiful Ravenclaw ever know to exist and all I could think was what a messed up dream.