Chapter two,
They walked up into the Great Hall. All the candles were shining brightly. Malfoy looked up at the blue sky and accidentally crashed into something. He fell backwards. There in front of him, Parvati Patil, the prettiest girl in school stood, her eyes looking straight at him. He felt his inside turn warm.
'Watch were you are going!' she told him in a very rude, loud and insulting way which made the whole entire hall look at him on the floor.
'Nice going Malfoy!' Ron Weasley Shouted from the Gryffindor table. Malfoy quickly got up and walked towards the Slytherin table. He could feel himself go red. He sat down and hid himself behind a cereal packet. The only good thing happening right now was that only Vincent and Greg knew about his secret love; Parvati. He felt stupid every time he walked into the room. He hated that everyone hated him. But most of all he hated Harry Potter. Harry Potter who always beat him at Quidditch, and who got Parvati first. They had been dating since fifth grade, what Malfoy knew about. That was the main reason Malfoy hated him. He always turned jealous when he saw Harry Potter and Parvati together. He just couldn't help it. He would blush and his legs would turn all jelloid. He hated being so shy. And shy was what he didn't want to be.
Oh well. He had decided to become Minister of Magic when he grew up and there you couldn't be shy. Not in England but maybe in Bulgaria where he could get in with a lie. Because everyone at the British ministry knew how bad grades he got. But no one in Bulgaria did. All he'd need to do would be to learn Bulgarian. How he didn't know. Just that he would have to someday. If his plan would work his father would be proud of him. And not just proud. Very proud. And Parvati would probably come running after him. The same as every other girl.
He finished his breakfast quickly, told Vincent and Greg he had some last minute homework to do and left the Great Hall. He didn't want to be in there any longer. Everyone's eyes felt as if they were right on him. And he hated having that feeling. He straightened up and walked out of the hall with his nose in the air.
They walked up into the Great Hall. All the candles were shining brightly. Malfoy looked up at the blue sky and accidentally crashed into something. He fell backwards. There in front of him, Parvati Patil, the prettiest girl in school stood, her eyes looking straight at him. He felt his inside turn warm.
'Watch were you are going!' she told him in a very rude, loud and insulting way which made the whole entire hall look at him on the floor.
'Nice going Malfoy!' Ron Weasley Shouted from the Gryffindor table. Malfoy quickly got up and walked towards the Slytherin table. He could feel himself go red. He sat down and hid himself behind a cereal packet. The only good thing happening right now was that only Vincent and Greg knew about his secret love; Parvati. He felt stupid every time he walked into the room. He hated that everyone hated him. But most of all he hated Harry Potter. Harry Potter who always beat him at Quidditch, and who got Parvati first. They had been dating since fifth grade, what Malfoy knew about. That was the main reason Malfoy hated him. He always turned jealous when he saw Harry Potter and Parvati together. He just couldn't help it. He would blush and his legs would turn all jelloid. He hated being so shy. And shy was what he didn't want to be.
Oh well. He had decided to become Minister of Magic when he grew up and there you couldn't be shy. Not in England but maybe in Bulgaria where he could get in with a lie. Because everyone at the British ministry knew how bad grades he got. But no one in Bulgaria did. All he'd need to do would be to learn Bulgarian. How he didn't know. Just that he would have to someday. If his plan would work his father would be proud of him. And not just proud. Very proud. And Parvati would probably come running after him. The same as every other girl.
He finished his breakfast quickly, told Vincent and Greg he had some last minute homework to do and left the Great Hall. He didn't want to be in there any longer. Everyone's eyes felt as if they were right on him. And he hated having that feeling. He straightened up and walked out of the hall with his nose in the air.