It was only a month after my initial arrival when the crazy started happening. It was also Harry and I's one week anniversary. Yes, Harry Potter. 'The Boy Who Lived' and 'The Chosen One'. I didn't care too much for titles like that, though. But they seemed to make Harry happy -maybe even a bit cocky- so I didn't let it bother me. During this time I also developed a hatred for one Draco Malfoy. Fortunately, he never told anyone about my Slytherin heritage, although he would mutter "bitch" or "disgrace" under his breath whenever I walked past, which I would return with an insult of my own.
Dean Thomas was quickly my best friend; he treated me like a little sister. He was so sweet and protective, it was almost like we were dating, with how much we were together.
Hermione and I became very close, too, as she was the only other girl in our little group besides Ginny. I made an enemy of Pansy Parkinson soon, when I called her a washed up, dirty little git after she attempted to trip me in Charms. I didn't give up on attempting to be friendly to the boy in my Potions class -whose name I discovered was Blaise- even after I found out he was one of Draco's closest friends. We were mostly neutral towards each other, but I was still hoping for a hopeless friendship.
I guess the drama of the day began at breakfast. I sat at Gryffindor table, eating my food and glaring across the Great Hall at Malfoy. This wasn't unusual, it was really more of a daily routine for us. But my attention quickly turned elsewhere when Harry arrived late. His hair was mussed up and he was straightening out his vest nervously.
"Hey babe," I greeted, giving him a peck on the cheek, "wake up late?" The question was simple enough, the answer, not so much.
"Um, yeah, um.. late. I slept in real late. Yeah." He stuttered. I nodded slowly. Because that wasn't suspicious at all. I shrugged it off and continued my glaring-fest with Malfoy, whose eyes, I guessed, haven't left me
"Why do you do that?" Hermione asked. My stare never left the blonde git across the room.
"Do what?" I asked, genuinely unaware of what she was talking about.
"That. Stare at Malfoy. It's kind of weird."
"I'm not staring," I corrected, "I'm glaring. And I only do it because he starts it." I could see Hermione roll her eyes in my peripheral.
"Yeah, and he probably thinks you start it, point is, you both need to stop." She preached. I looked at her and stuck out my tongue like a child. She shook her head disapprovingly, but a smile played across her lips.
"Yes, mother." I said sarcastically, shooting Draco one more death glare before refocusing on my friends. After a bit, I stood up to leave, only to run smack into Pansy in the doorway. I rolled my eyes. "Oh, Parkinson, I thought I smelled fish." I looked over her messy appearance, "And might I say you look especially horrendous today." She glared at me.
"You want horrendous? Look in a mirror." She snickered. I raised my eyebrows.
"So I guess we're going back to elementary school comebacks, eh Parkinson? Well in that case, why don't you look in a mirror." I mocked. She was about to pull out her wand, but I was quicker. "Ah ah ah.. You better watch what you do or you might end up with your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth. That way I couldn't hear you whine about it, either." She slowly put away her wand, but I kept mine out. Smirk on my face, I shoved past her and headed down the empty halls.
I looked down while I walked, completely ignoring my surroundings. That probably why I hit something. With my luck, I expected to look up into a person, but instead there was just a wall. I laughed to myself and began to turn around and walk normally, but instead a pair of strong arms held me to the wall. I assumed it was a boy based on their arm strength. The pressure on my back forbid me to see my attacker's face, but I inhaled a strong scent of cinnamon or spices. A smell that I vaguely recognized.
"Get off!" I shouted, and a hand clamped over my mouth in response.
"Shush it!" A masked voice hissed. "I'm just here to tell you something. Your oh-so-perfect boyfriend isn't what he seems." He chuckled darkly, "Why do you think Parkinson came in late all ruffled up like that? And Potty h- Potter- was late too." I rolled my eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous. Parkinson probably just came back from one of her slutty flings with Malfoy." I sneered. He pressed a bit harder.
"Just keep it in mind." He whispered a spell and I froze, unable to move as his footsteps travelled further and further from me. I was released and immediately ran toward the direction the person went. No luck. But I was left wondering if they were telling the truth about Harry.