DISCLAIMER- I OWN NOTHING, THIS IS ALL J.K. ROWLINGS

DRACO's POINT OF VIEW AGAIN!

Guess what? Weasley got a howler! It was the best moment of my life. And he expected me to comfort him. Ha. Professor McGonagall came by, giving out timetables. I had double Herbology with Griffindors and Hufflepuffs first. NOOOO.

I waited outside the greenhouse, with Weasley and Granger. When Professor Sprout came out, with that famous guy, Gilderoy Lockhart. He asked me if I could stay back and chat with him. NO I screamed in my head. I remembered last time Potter had met him, he had made Potter come and take a picture with him. Lockhart and Potter, the big headed pair. So why did he want me? Go see the real Potter I said to him, once again in my head. He thinks that I want to be famous. Or at least that Potter does, which is not a surprise.
I walked in to see Granger answer a question, not a surprise. We were dealing with Mandrakes. Usually, Crabbe and Goyle would do all the messy work, while I got to laze about. But Granger and Weasley thought of sharing the work out.

Next we had transfiguration. We had to turn a beetle into a button. I turned a beetle into a beetle, and made it shake a bit. Though Weasley did even better, by squashing his beetle under his elbow. Five points from Griffindor. I too squished my beetle. Five more points from Griffindor. This was going to be fun after all!

Potions was the worst lesson ever. Professor Snape took loads of points from me. Keep this a secret, but for the first time I felt as if Potters life was not so good. In fact, I felt sorry for him (or for me). THW LESSON IN SHORT:

Pansy went up to sit next to him. 'Hi Drake' she said. 'What, who are you… Oh hi…' he looked at me Pansy I mouthed 'Hi Drancy… wha?' he was acting so stupid. Ruining my amazing reputation.

'Drakes, you know me, I am Pansy, not Drancy.' She said her hands on her hips.
'Sorry, just thinking of something,' he murmured, trying to cover up for his mistake.

For the rest of the lesson, professor Snape made some rude comments about me. And it wasn't even my fault. I guess that I was… Professor Snape is pretty mean to Potter.

I won't discuss the other lessons, though I must admit sitting with a mud blood and a blood traitor is not the best thing. I miss myself, a lot.