Chapter One – The stone beneath me
I was on my way to the dungeons for potions class when I was shoved from behind, which forced me to trip, and land hard on the stone walkway. The palms of my hands rubbed against the rough gray stone below them, the pain was little, to the dismay of the pusher. Draco Malfoy never gives up, and this torture has been going on for six years. At first it was comments in the hallways, and in class. Then it was pranks, like leaving presents in her school bag, and now it was pushing and waves of relentless insults.
My schoolwork and books lay scattered around me, but as I went to gather them up I heard the laughter coming from behind me. This time Malfoy had some friends with him to enjoy the show, and as always, he never let them down.
"Mudblood filth, how dare you turn your back to me" was all he said before he hit me with the stupefy curse from behind, I could see the red light surround me, and there was no chance to protect myself. Because I was crouched on the floor collecting my things, I fell over and landed on my face. This was more painful than the actual fall, of course. He walked in front of me and rolled me over on my back so he could look me in the eyes. His cold blue gray eyes looked deeply into mine, he was looking for tears, but he will never see me cry. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, and to be this close to him was unbearable for my senses, he smelled like a rich prick. If they made a scent called rich prick, it would smell like him. It was a wood type of smell, but with a hint of mint and parchment. It was not unpleasant, but it was disturbing.
"You thought I was going to leave you alone today? How stupid of you to think you could just walk passed me after defense against the dark arts, and not expect a visit" he waited, thinking about what he planned to do next. I am guessing now he is regretting using the spell on me because I could not fight back, or talk for that matter.
"Is this your potions essay? Why I think that it is… Looks well written, too bad the professor will never get to read it. INCENDIO!" and like that my essay was set on fire and left to burn on the floor. I could hear more laughter which was followed by his comment "You will never be the number one student, leave that to me Granger. I am still shocked you are head girl, a title unfitting for someone of your heritage. To think I have to share a common room with you, it is disturbing." He sighed, most likely because this was not fun anymore; he started to walk away and leave me on the floor, but turned around to whisper Rennervate which broke the spell. You could see the smug on his face, even though he was not facing me anymore.
"See you after potions Granger that is if you want to show up without your homework"
Once I was free of the spell I laid there for a minute to collect myself, and then after I got to work getting all my books and parchments back into my bag. I decided that I did not feel like going to potions today after all, and I started walking in the direction of the Head girl and boy apartment, which was located in the dungeons this year because Malfoy won the coin toss for location. I hated it being in the dungeons, every time I left the apartment I would run into other little slytherins, and it would always put me in a bad mood to see them walk by shooting Gryffindor insults on their way out. I reached the portrait to the apartment, and whispered the password. The painting swung open, nearly hitting me as usual, even the painting hated me… it was a painting of the bloody baron after all.