Draco's POV

'Sixths as well.' The red head snorted slightly as she took a sip of wine.

'Really, I thought you would be in third year, taking in your immature personalitly.' Pansy gasped slightly before narrowing her eyes.

'this coming from an alcoholic Weasley?' Blythe looked up her eyes amused, though her expression dangerous.

'is that the best you can do Pansy? And let me assure you I am in no way a Weasley or an alcoholic.' Pansy went to say something but was interrupted by Blaise.

'Pansy, watch out despite her father favouring everybody in our house, he will put you on a weeks detention for insulting his daughter.'

'and who would want to be her father?' I looked up to the teachers table to the person Blythe was pointing to. 'Professor Snape is not your father.' Blythe quirked her eyebrow slightly before taking another sip of her wine. 'and how does she get to have wine with dinner, but I don't?' I rolled my eyes as Pansy's whinging as Blythe smirked again.

'because I was brought up in France for quite some time, and I can't digest dinner properly without it.'

'Wake up Blaise, breakfast time.' I threw a shoe at Blaise's bed, surprised when I didn't hear a thud or a groan. I whipped his curtains back and found the bed empty. It looked like I had to make my way down to the potions class by myself.

I walked towards the potions lab and found Blythe standing outside the classroom talking to Professor Snape.

'I don't care, you are way more like your mother than you care to admit, control your temper.' I saw the red head nod slightly as she started walking into the class. 'And put a silencing charm on your shoes, if McGonagall hears them she'll have a go at me.' Again the red head nodded and took her bag from him, as everybody else trickled into the classroom.

'Well done Miss Snape, I see you got your father's way of potions.' Blythe smiled slightly as she continued pouring her potion into a flask. I turned to Blaise who was doing the same, frowning as he concentrated.

'so Blaise, how do you know her?' Blaise placed the topper on his flask before turning to me.

'before my cousin died she went to the same school, and because Lindsey had to invite over al her friends Blythe was a regular visitor. Everybody at home loved her… and she was aunt Geraldine's god-daughter.' I bit my lower lip to stop me from asking more questions, realising the bad memory I had just brought up.

'Come on buddy, we've got Defence against the Dark Arts next.' Blaise nodded and waited for Blythe to finish talking to the professor. 'So Bythe, how are you liking Hogwarts so far?' she looked at me with a massive look of disgust before muttering in French. "Why me?" I frowned as Blaise chuckled, before pulling me towards the door.

Crabbe and Goyle walked behind me as we headed towards Defence Against the Dark Arts.

'Watch it mudblood, people are trying to walk here, try and master the art.' I snapped as we walked towards our seats. Blythe was sitting in the seat right behind the seat I would usually sit in.

'This class is going to be a ver new experience for nearly everybody in this class,' Porfessor Snape's eyes flicked over the entire class, though closing in on me a few seconds longer than anybody else. 'we shall be starting with the different types of curses, and ways to counter act it. However we shall be learning how to do them all non-verbally. Partner up.' Blythe was immediately partnered up with Pansy who had become her friend in hope of breaking her.

I turned to Blaise who nodded and stood up, the both of us finding a spare space in the classroom. Professor snape standing in the middle.

'we shall start with a simple projecting spell.'