After dinner, we went to the common room, which was just as comfortable as you would expect from a dungeon. I found my dormitory with ease.
"Hi! I'm Angelica Skylar and this is my twin sister, Eliza," one of my dorm mates said as I walked in. She had long, honey-blonde hair and bright blue eyes (similar to my own) and seemed really perky. Her sister (Eliza) had the same vibrant eyes, but her hair appeared to be dyed black. She sat on her bed and didn't look up from her book, but gave a small wave in my direction.
"I'm Everly Capulette," I said, a small smile playing on my lips.
"I'm Brielle Tanner," said another girl. She extended a hand for me to shake. She had dark skin, hair and eyes, and a bright, warm smile. The last of my roommates walked in shortly after.
"Right, then, don't touch my stuff and we won't have any problems," she said, hopping onto a bed and opening a magazine. "I'm Pansy, by the way. Pansy Parkinson."
She had short black hair and a pug-like face. Her voice was nasally and annoying and I decided at once that I hated her and she wasn't to be trusted. Judging by the looks on the other girl's faces, I could tell they were thinking the same thing.
The first day wasn't as difficult as I imagined. My classes seemed easy enough, though the people in them were a bit… bothersome.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Malfoy laughed. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. Some of my other fellow Slytherins cheered, but Angelica and I did not.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped some Gryffindor girl.
"Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?" Pansy shrieked, her nasally voice carrying across the courtyard. "Never thought you'd like fat little cry babies, Parvati!"
"Leave her alone!" I snapped. "At least she doesn't like blonde gits who steal other people's things." Pansy's jaw dropped and a few of the Gryffindor's laughed. A small smirk played on Malfoy's lips. Pansy blushed and glared at me. She'd talked all night about how wonderful she thought Malfoy was and how she's had a crush on his for 'quite some time now.' It was revolting, honestly.
"Now, give it here, Malfoy," said Harry.
"And why would I..." he said, pausing for dramatic effect and tossing the remembrall in the air, only to catch it again. "...give it to you? I was planning on leaving the remembrall somewhere for Longbottom to find. How gracious am I?" he asked, a look of pure innocence on his chubby little baby face.
"Give it here!" Harry yelled.
"Come and get it, scarhead," and with that, Malfoy hopped on his broom and zoomed away, the remembrall in his hand. The anger was showing on my face as I watched Harry hop on his broom, (earning a scolding from Hermione) and flew off after Malfoy. After all was said and done, Harry had caught the ball and everyone cheered for him. Professor McGonagall ran out of the building and hurried Harry inside.
"No fair! Harry shouldn't be the one in trouble!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, he should," argued Malfoy. "Madam Hooch to us to stay put. I guess Potter was just rallying for more attention. You know him, likes to be in the public eye."
"You didn't stay put," I crossed my arms. He put a hand to his chest and looked shocked.
"Me? Me? I think you are mistaken, Capulette. I would never single-handedly disrespect a teacher's orders. I was on the ground the entire time, was I not?" he asked the crowd, who disagreed at first, but fell silent when Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles.
"I thought you were supposed to be Gryffindors! Brave! Stand up for what's right!" I said. Just then, the bell rang signalling the start of a new class. A bunch of students rushed onto the grounds, all mumbling.
"Did you hear?"
"Yeah, just happened a couple of minutes ago."
"No, seriously, he's only in first year!"
"What's going on?" Angelica whispered to me and I shrugged.
"Hey, did you guys hear?" Brielle asked, walking up to us. She had just been in Potions. "Harry Potter is the new Gryffindor Seeker." A huge smile flew across my face and I turned quicker than ever to see the look on Malfoy's face. He looked as though he wanted to break something.
"But...He… He should've been expelled! This is outrageous!"
"Well maybe if you'd just given him the ball, this wouldn't've happened," I smirked. He looked as though he'd rather like to spit on me as I walked away, giggling.
Later that night, I felt Malfoy's eyes on me once again at dinner. He waited until I finally decided to look over at him before he stood up (his henchmen following) and walked over to the Gryffindor table, speaking just loud enough for me to be able to hear him over the chatter at the other tables, which dimmed slightly when a Slytherin went to the Gryffindor table. People knew there was bound to be trouble.
"I'd take you on anytime on my own. Tonight, if you want. Wizard's duel. Wands only- no contact. What's the matter? Never heard of a wizard's duel before, I suppose," he said. I rolled my eyes. How stupid.
I was surprised when Harry accepted. I sighed.
"You're going to get us all in trouble," Angelica sighed when he came back.
"How d'you work that out?" Malfoy asked, amused.
"Idiot," I mumbled under my breath. "If you don't get caught out of bed past curfew, you'll either lose the duel or cause the school's most precious gem, Harry Potter, even more pain than he's already endured. If Harry comes into class tomorrow and so much as utters your name the wrong way in front of a teacher, you'll be on the train home."
"Sounds like you care," he smirked.
"Oh, I don't," I chuckled at this absurd idea. "But if you get in trouble, Slytherin gets in trouble, and I will not lose the house cup just because you think it wise to duel Harry Potter."
Malfoy glared at me, but said nothing. Even he knew I was right.
After dinner, Malfoy seemed quieter (not that I'm complaining, but it made him look less confident, which isn't what he needed in his current situation). When everyone went to bed, I stayed behind in the common room. I waited for about an hour, reading in the firelight. Suddenly, I was thrown into a vision.
Malfoy lay motionless on the floor, his blond tuft intact, but his grey eyes closed. His wand lay a few feet away from him. Harry stood across the room, his wand drawn in Malfoy's direction as though he'd just hexed him.
"Alright, Harry! Ya did it!" The redhead said. Crabbe cracked his knuckles, but that Granger girl from before appeared suddenly and stunned him. He crashed to the floor and lay motionless like Malfoy. When Harry and his friends left, Filch came into the room, his stupid cat looming in his wake. He looked very angry.
"How dare you besmirch Slytherin's credibility this early in the year!" Snape was yelling at them in his office now.
Suddenly, quiet voices brought me back to reality.
"Malfoy!" I exclaimed, jumping up from my seat. I saw Blondie jump in surprise, but relax when he saw it was just me.
"You!" he exclaimed. "You ought to just go to bed. I'm going to duel Potter and there's nothing you can do about it."
"I'm not going anywhere," I crossed my arms. Crabbe started towards me when Malfoy threw an arm in front of him to stop him.
"Fine. If she wants to come watch Potter lose, it's not my problem. Just don't get us caught," he told me.
"Watch?" I scoffed. "You think I wanna come watch? Puh-lease! I'm here to stop you! There's no point in going if you're just gonna get in trouble anyway," I said. "Look, Malfoy. I know you wanna get Potter out of this school as quickly as possible, but this is not the way to do it."
"Oh? Have you got a better idea?"
"Maybe I do," I shrugged, smirking. Now, he hopped on the couch and crossed his arms, intrigued.
"By all means, Miss. Capulette, do tell more."
"Lets just say I know a lot more about this school than you do, Malfoy, and I happen to know that the staff is hiding something."
"What?" he asked on the edge of his seat now.
"Dunno. Uncle wouldn't tell me. Said it was something dangerous, though. Very, very secret. Told us to keep away from it. I have a hunch that that's what they're keeping on the third floor. Remember? Students aren't allowed up there," I replied.
"But what could it be?" He muttered to himself.
"Only one way to find out," I smirked mischievously.
"Hang on, I thought you didn't want me to leave and get in trouble," he said. I shrugged.
"Well, if you're gonna get in trouble, get in trouble for something noteworthy. Now let's go!"
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now! What better time can you think of! The halls are empty and if we can avoid Filch and his stupid cat, we'll be able to figure out what Dumbledore's hiding and use it against Potter!" I said.
"You're sinister," said Malfoy. "I like it."