Chapter 4: Nice Speaking To You
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Looking around the dining hall that we had eaten in last night and were now breakfasting in I wondered what my first day of lessons would be like at Hogwarts. Already I was starting to see the differences between here and Durmstrang.
For a start it was a million degrees warmer in this castle and I was grateful not to have to wear the thick fur cloaks, no matter how soft they had felt against my skin. The Slytherin common room, however, reminded me of Durmstrang with its dark artefacts and dim lighting.
Someone passed me my timetable, and I compared it to Draco's as well as Pansy's and Blaise's. The latter two were quickly becoming my friends as well as Draco's and I could see why he liked to have them around. Today I had a range of subjects including Potions, Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures. "They shouldn't be too bad" I thought to myself.
Later on in the week I noted that I would have Defence against the Dark Arts where as at Durmstrang we had just learned The Dark Arts. Standing with the rest of the group I chatted with Blaise about what topics had been covered so far as we walked down to the dungeons where the Potions class was taken.
Lining up outside the door I noticed a clear segregation between the two houses that were in this lesson- Gryffindor that side and Slytherin this side. The door swung open and we filed into the classroom in silence. Uncle Severus, or Professor Snape as I should probably call him now, was clearly trying- and succeeding- to intimidate the majority of the students.
He went straight into the lesson after a short lecture on OWLs and the need to study hard; he was discussing a memory potion that I was sure we did not need even for NEWT level. His first question was relatively simple for someone who read above the required textbooks.
"What is a Jobberknoll and what part of it is a significant ingredient of a memory potion?"
I stuck up my hand and a collective gasp went around the dungeon. Looking around I saw another girl with her hand up. Still confused Pansy whispered in my ear "No-one has ever challenged Granger to a question."
"Oh", I thought, "That is why everyone is shocked."
At least I knew someone else in this school was on the same level as me, intellectually. Guessing Granger was the Hermione Granger Draco spoke about I decided he was definitely prejudiced, she seemed like quite a nice girl, intelligent at least.
"Yes Miss Malfoy, would you like to answer." Professor Snape looked at me and I thought I saw a faint flicker of pride in his eyes before they returned to his usual black emptiness.
Taking a deep breath I spouted the answer that I had memorized from a textbook Viktor had lent me while I was at Durmstrang.
"The Jobberknoll is a tiny, blue speckled bird that makes no sound until the moment of its death when it lets out a scream incorporating every sound it has ever heard. Its feathers are a main component of common memory potions."
I heard someone behind me snigger and mutter something along the lines of "Well she clearly doesn't need a memory potion; it sounds like she swallowed an encyclopaedia. Although she is well hot, I mean it's not like you would want to have a conversation with her, if you catch my drift."
Turning to glare at him and noticing Draco being restrained by Blaise, I was curious as to who would try and enrage my brother like that.
"Hey, who's that prick?" I nodded my head in his direction so Pansy would know who I meant.
"That" she said with contempt clear in her voice, "is Seamus Finnegan, Gryffindor, can't do a spell without blowing something up."
Smiling my thanks at her I decided to have a little fun with this Seamus to show him that no one messes with a Malfoy, and the best way to do that- rejection.
"Hey Pansy", I said making my voice a little louder so the majority of the class would be able to hear. "You know you were just saying he couldn't do magic to save his life, I've decided I like the intelligent kind of guy." I raised my eyebrows suggestively and added in a stage whisper, "I think it's something to do with them being more experienced, if you know what I mean."
Practically everyone in the class changed their expression at that moment. The majority started to laugh but Draco had a tortured kind of expression, no doubt having mental images of me in bed with 'an intelligent kind of guy.'
After that the lesson continued without incident though I did notice the majority of the boys giving me admiring glances.
The rest of the morning past with little excitement, apart from the mixture of admiring, disgusted and plain lustful looks I was getting. Next lesson was Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, who was apparently very strict. Walking into the class, which we again shared with the Gryffindors, my first thought was that McGonagall could do with the number of my hair stylist.
The hour dragged as the Professor went over her expectations in the classroom, even though all the other students had already been here for four years. As everyone filed out to the next lesson I managed to tip my bag off the table and empty its contents onto the floor, ushering to Draco and Co. to carry on out of the door I began to shove everything back into my designer bag.
On my way out of the doorway I noticed Hermione Granger still at her desk. As I had always been a sociable person I veered towards her hoping to start a conversation with her.
"Hi," I called to her, "I'm Sasha, and I've heard that you're the cleverest witch in the year, it'd be nice to talk to you some time."
She barely even opened her mouth to reply before some ginger boy burst into the room and started shrieking at me.
"What the hell do you want, Malfoy."
He face looked like it was about to explode it was so red. I couldn't help smirking, he looked so hilarious. Unable to hold back my response I snapped back at him.
"Actually my name is Sasha, nice to meet you too."
Next thing I knew Draco came running in with a murderous expression on his face, just in time to hear the ginger's next words.
"You Death Eater scum are all the same. You think that your money and your looks and your blood supremacy beliefs make you so superior. Go to hell you-."
He never finished his sentence as Draco threw him against the wall in anger. However fun it would be to see Draco pulverise the moron who had dared to assume that I was a miniature version of my father I thought it would be best to intervene.
Flicking my wand in their direction they flew apart and I walked past them on the way to the door. Tossing my hair I turned back and said "Come on Draco, he's not worth it. Nice speaking to you Hermione."
Next Chapter: Causing Trouble
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