Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series is not mine. It belongs to JK Rowling, not me (Though I wish it did). Slytherins, Gryffindors, and Professor Snape all belong to JK Rowling. The little song was an excerpt from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Don't sue me!
A/N: Okay, this was originally an assignment for my English class. We were supposed to pick a place. Any place. And describe it. And since this was already on the comp, I decided to post it.
The Snake Pit. That's what they call the Slytherin Dorms. And yes I am one of those snakes. The prince of them actually. Yes, Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Slytherin.
If you looked inside the Slytherin common rooms, you would see a handsome, blond boy sitting in an armchair, surrounded in reams and reams of papers, head bent over his books and scribbling away at the paper next to him. A lamp was the only thing providing light in the dark room.
The only sound that filled the room was the scratch of the quill against the parchment. The boy was me.
If you zoom out a bit, you would notice the common room itself. The room had a color scheme of green and silver, the Slytherin house colors of course. Stylish, expensive-looking but uncomfortable leather armchairs surrounded the fireplace on one side of the room. Slytherins went for posh, solitary comforts rather than cheap couches like the idiotic Gryffindors. And don't ask me how I know how the Gryffindors' couches look like because I won't tell you.
From my place in my chair, I was close enough to the fire to hear its soft crackling in the hearth and feel the warm heat against my toes. The room smelled like a mix of expensive colognes (Because Slytherins got only the best).
I got up, returning my book to the bookshelf. I skimmed over titles like The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, Dark Magic or Not?, The Future as we See it. My feet padded against the cold hardwood floor sending an echo through the empty dungeon. A cold breeze wafted in through one of the enchanted windows.
Of course it was enchanted because the Slytherin common room is located under the lake. You can't really have a window there then. Obviously.
I yawned and settled back into my chair, opening the book in my lap and resuming my note-taking. My eyes strained to decipher the tiny lettering in the dark. I was so wrapped up, I didn't hear the soft padding of my professor walking over to me.
I only realized he was there when I smelled the potion fumes radiating off him. He is the only person I have ever encountered that smelled like that. Not that I go around smelling people.
He looked at me sternly and said, "It's late. Go to sleep Mr. Malfoy." I didn't argue (no one argued with Professore Snape) and picked up my things. I took one last look behind me, looking past Snape and at the engraving in the wall…The Slytherin Emblem. And Slytherin's part of Hogwarts poem underneath it.
"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends."
I smiled. Then I left Professor Snape in the cold, drafty common room to settle into my nice, warm bed. Dreaming of my goal. Dreaming of my girl. Hermione.
Review? Well I wouldn't blame you if you didn't review since it is a bit...boring. No real plot...I was thinking of maybe conitnuing it to make a story, but I vetoed the idea. Since I already have a longer fic going and I'm not doing so well with it. But maybe I can make a twoshot or something...Please give me your opinions.