CHAPTER 3~ THEY MEET
The following day, after breakfast in the Great Hll ended, Hypothia, Alice, and Claire went to their 1st class, transfiguration. This was taught by the same woman who called their names during the sorting ceremony.
"hello, I am professor McGonagall. Transfiguration is the hardst aspect of magic to perfect." She spoke as her eyes scanned the room. "now I want all of you to pair up and go over this transgiguration overveiw (which remeinded most core studends of that wretched sociology overview form Paden.) of what to expect in this class for the rest of the year." Alice and claire paired up immideately, and hypothia was left with a girl from gryffindor with red hair who introduced herself as ginny weasley. Class had finally ended and it was time for potions with the head of the slytherin house, professor snape, whom all the 1st year slytherins had already met.
They all sat down in the dark dungeon. The walls seemed to creak as drops of water fell from the small cracks in the ceiling. Soon, snape, with his black crushed velvet cloak flowing like a small river behind him, stormed in. He briskly walked about the classroom where all the gryffindors, and even a few slytherins were too frightened to look at him, so they merely looked to the front of the class. Some, like claire followed him with her eyes as he walked through each row of desks as if they were a maze. The sound of his voice sent shivers up claire's spine as he gazed into every students eyes as he spoke. "there will be no senseless wand-waving or ridiculous incantations in my class. This is potions!" the last sentence had claire sitting so far on the edge of her seat that hypothia was sure she would fall off if he spoke again. "I can teach you how to put a stopper in death, how to cook knowledge, and" he stopped mid sentence and examined the students once more, "how to brew.lust." It was then that hypothia's assumption about claire had become true. Right after the word lust dripped from the professor's lips, claire's stool had tipped over, and she was thrown to the floor. Just as she was about to get up and dust herself off, she noticed a pair of black shoes infront of her on the floor. She looked at the shoes and began to slowly see where they went. She gradually followed up the body until she looked at its face. "is there something wrong with your chair ms. Hummel? Ir is it just that you that cannot sit still even for two minutes while I give my opening speech." Claire was motionless. "get up and stop distrupting class!" he started to walk back to the front of the classroom as claire composed herself, put her stool upright, and sat back down. "And if you are not able control your chair in future classes," he continued, "I will be forced to." he stopped himself before finishing. "where was I? Aah yes, lust." Then he went off on caulron sizes for a bit.
Alice turned to claire, who was still blushing from the incident and whispered, "don't worry, he won't take point off slytherins for something like that. Draco says that crabbe and goyle make fools out of themselves daily, but I gryffindor acts out, its five to ten points from them." she turned back to pay closer attention to the lesson. claire turned to face the front of the room as well. She rested her head in her hand and sighed as snape spoke about how not to abuse the understanding of potions.
At lunch, Hypothia sat inbetween alice and claire. Alice was talking to her brother who sat across form her. "so, no one's giving you any trouble?" he said as he tightened his bright green and silver diagonal striped tie under his sweater.
"no draco." Alice said as she reached across pansy parkinson to grab some corn on the cob(b?). "and whats with this all of a sudden brotherly love thing?" she said, with a mouthful of yellowy goodness.
"just looking out for you. making sure you don't mingle with the." His cold stare shifted to hypothia as he paused, then continued, still staring at her. "wrong kind." His silvery grey eyes matched all too well with the silver in his robe. "and who are you?"
"hy." she stuttered as she looked at the boy of wonder and mystery that was taling to her. "hypothia swingward." managed to come out as she catiously extended her hand over the table.
At first, he looked at her suspiciously, then shook her hand. They proceeded to shake hands and it was almost as though they were gazing into the other's soul.
Their sumultaneous transe was ceased when alice yelled, "yes! More corn!" They broke their handshake and contunied on with the rest of their meal. Draco simply leaned back with his arms folded across his chest for the remainder of dinner. Until the end of the meal, hypothia must have glanced at him at least 20 times, and a couple of those times it looked like he had noticed her and flashed her the famous malfoy smile. (soooooooo sexy!!!!!!)
Thay night, hypothia was sitting in the slytherin common room writing something when she heard footsteps coming from the boys side. She glanced up from her parchment to see draco. He did not look like his usual self though. His hair was not gelled like it generally was, but it was parted down the middle and fell down his face next to his eyes that were slightly bloodshot due to lack of sleep. He was dressed in green silk pajamas that had the slytherin emblem emroydered in silver thread on the chest. "nice pj's." she said as she chucked to herself and put her piece of parchment face down on the table next to her.
"well, aren't we sarcastic tonight." He mocked her as he sat the green armchair that was next to hers. "now why couldn't you have been this fun at dinner?" he raised his left brow and cocked his head in her direction. "huh?"
"I don't know." She said as she smiled at him. "So, why are you up." She asked, hoping he would not have noticed that she had changed the subject to avoid telling him.
"Sometimes I come down here when I can't sleep and sit by the fire and I usually end up falling asleep on a chair." He brought his legs up on the chair and leaned towards hypothia in a comfortable fetal position. "why are you up?" he asked without looking up at her.
"oh, I was just."
"here it comes again."
"here what comes again?!" she asked defensively.
"you're so passive-aggressive. I never know what to expect from you. it is actually quite intriguing. Anyway back to what you were saying."
"I came to write a letter to my dad." She said relatively normal.
"about your first day right?" he half asked, half stated.
"that, umong other things" she said as her words trailed off as the sentence ended.
"like what?" he asked, seeming actually interested.
"he sent me a letter about me mum was with you know -"
she starteed to say, but was cut off by draco, "you can say his real name, it's ok with me."
"alright. Well, he told me about how after he left hogwarts, he met me mum and stole her from voldemort."
"what?!" draco exclaimed as he jumed up from his snug position. "you mum and voldemort were."
"shhh! People are sleeping!" hypothia told him. "and I don't think they'll want to be woken up by a convorsation like this."
Draco sat back down in the chair and whispered, "your father stole the dark lord's girlfriend from him?"
"that's what he told me." hypothia shrugged.
"well, did your mother belive in him?" he asked, seeming unusually attentive.
"I would think so. My dad says she doesn't belive in him anymore though."
"my parents were followers of him too. They came back though. About 15 years ago. Hey! Maybe our parents know eachother." He said, seeming rather proud of the connection he had made.
Hypothia shifted to lean towards draco, "yeah, maybe."
They sat in silence for a while, then draco quickly got up from his chair ans said, "well, we better go to bed, we've both got classes tomorrow." Then he ran up the stairs in a hurry. Hypothia lingered in the chair a while longer and picked up her piece of parchment where
I
Love
Draco
Was written. She folded the paper and sighed as she brought it to her chest. Then she got up and walked up the stairs to go to bed.
The following day, after breakfast in the Great Hll ended, Hypothia, Alice, and Claire went to their 1st class, transfiguration. This was taught by the same woman who called their names during the sorting ceremony.
"hello, I am professor McGonagall. Transfiguration is the hardst aspect of magic to perfect." She spoke as her eyes scanned the room. "now I want all of you to pair up and go over this transgiguration overveiw (which remeinded most core studends of that wretched sociology overview form Paden.) of what to expect in this class for the rest of the year." Alice and claire paired up immideately, and hypothia was left with a girl from gryffindor with red hair who introduced herself as ginny weasley. Class had finally ended and it was time for potions with the head of the slytherin house, professor snape, whom all the 1st year slytherins had already met.
They all sat down in the dark dungeon. The walls seemed to creak as drops of water fell from the small cracks in the ceiling. Soon, snape, with his black crushed velvet cloak flowing like a small river behind him, stormed in. He briskly walked about the classroom where all the gryffindors, and even a few slytherins were too frightened to look at him, so they merely looked to the front of the class. Some, like claire followed him with her eyes as he walked through each row of desks as if they were a maze. The sound of his voice sent shivers up claire's spine as he gazed into every students eyes as he spoke. "there will be no senseless wand-waving or ridiculous incantations in my class. This is potions!" the last sentence had claire sitting so far on the edge of her seat that hypothia was sure she would fall off if he spoke again. "I can teach you how to put a stopper in death, how to cook knowledge, and" he stopped mid sentence and examined the students once more, "how to brew.lust." It was then that hypothia's assumption about claire had become true. Right after the word lust dripped from the professor's lips, claire's stool had tipped over, and she was thrown to the floor. Just as she was about to get up and dust herself off, she noticed a pair of black shoes infront of her on the floor. She looked at the shoes and began to slowly see where they went. She gradually followed up the body until she looked at its face. "is there something wrong with your chair ms. Hummel? Ir is it just that you that cannot sit still even for two minutes while I give my opening speech." Claire was motionless. "get up and stop distrupting class!" he started to walk back to the front of the classroom as claire composed herself, put her stool upright, and sat back down. "And if you are not able control your chair in future classes," he continued, "I will be forced to." he stopped himself before finishing. "where was I? Aah yes, lust." Then he went off on caulron sizes for a bit.
Alice turned to claire, who was still blushing from the incident and whispered, "don't worry, he won't take point off slytherins for something like that. Draco says that crabbe and goyle make fools out of themselves daily, but I gryffindor acts out, its five to ten points from them." she turned back to pay closer attention to the lesson. claire turned to face the front of the room as well. She rested her head in her hand and sighed as snape spoke about how not to abuse the understanding of potions.
At lunch, Hypothia sat inbetween alice and claire. Alice was talking to her brother who sat across form her. "so, no one's giving you any trouble?" he said as he tightened his bright green and silver diagonal striped tie under his sweater.
"no draco." Alice said as she reached across pansy parkinson to grab some corn on the cob(b?). "and whats with this all of a sudden brotherly love thing?" she said, with a mouthful of yellowy goodness.
"just looking out for you. making sure you don't mingle with the." His cold stare shifted to hypothia as he paused, then continued, still staring at her. "wrong kind." His silvery grey eyes matched all too well with the silver in his robe. "and who are you?"
"hy." she stuttered as she looked at the boy of wonder and mystery that was taling to her. "hypothia swingward." managed to come out as she catiously extended her hand over the table.
At first, he looked at her suspiciously, then shook her hand. They proceeded to shake hands and it was almost as though they were gazing into the other's soul.
Their sumultaneous transe was ceased when alice yelled, "yes! More corn!" They broke their handshake and contunied on with the rest of their meal. Draco simply leaned back with his arms folded across his chest for the remainder of dinner. Until the end of the meal, hypothia must have glanced at him at least 20 times, and a couple of those times it looked like he had noticed her and flashed her the famous malfoy smile. (soooooooo sexy!!!!!!)
Thay night, hypothia was sitting in the slytherin common room writing something when she heard footsteps coming from the boys side. She glanced up from her parchment to see draco. He did not look like his usual self though. His hair was not gelled like it generally was, but it was parted down the middle and fell down his face next to his eyes that were slightly bloodshot due to lack of sleep. He was dressed in green silk pajamas that had the slytherin emblem emroydered in silver thread on the chest. "nice pj's." she said as she chucked to herself and put her piece of parchment face down on the table next to her.
"well, aren't we sarcastic tonight." He mocked her as he sat the green armchair that was next to hers. "now why couldn't you have been this fun at dinner?" he raised his left brow and cocked his head in her direction. "huh?"
"I don't know." She said as she smiled at him. "So, why are you up." She asked, hoping he would not have noticed that she had changed the subject to avoid telling him.
"Sometimes I come down here when I can't sleep and sit by the fire and I usually end up falling asleep on a chair." He brought his legs up on the chair and leaned towards hypothia in a comfortable fetal position. "why are you up?" he asked without looking up at her.
"oh, I was just."
"here it comes again."
"here what comes again?!" she asked defensively.
"you're so passive-aggressive. I never know what to expect from you. it is actually quite intriguing. Anyway back to what you were saying."
"I came to write a letter to my dad." She said relatively normal.
"about your first day right?" he half asked, half stated.
"that, umong other things" she said as her words trailed off as the sentence ended.
"like what?" he asked, seeming actually interested.
"he sent me a letter about me mum was with you know -"
she starteed to say, but was cut off by draco, "you can say his real name, it's ok with me."
"alright. Well, he told me about how after he left hogwarts, he met me mum and stole her from voldemort."
"what?!" draco exclaimed as he jumed up from his snug position. "you mum and voldemort were."
"shhh! People are sleeping!" hypothia told him. "and I don't think they'll want to be woken up by a convorsation like this."
Draco sat back down in the chair and whispered, "your father stole the dark lord's girlfriend from him?"
"that's what he told me." hypothia shrugged.
"well, did your mother belive in him?" he asked, seeming unusually attentive.
"I would think so. My dad says she doesn't belive in him anymore though."
"my parents were followers of him too. They came back though. About 15 years ago. Hey! Maybe our parents know eachother." He said, seeming rather proud of the connection he had made.
Hypothia shifted to lean towards draco, "yeah, maybe."
They sat in silence for a while, then draco quickly got up from his chair ans said, "well, we better go to bed, we've both got classes tomorrow." Then he ran up the stairs in a hurry. Hypothia lingered in the chair a while longer and picked up her piece of parchment where
I
Love
Draco
Was written. She folded the paper and sighed as she brought it to her chest. Then she got up and walked up the stairs to go to bed.
