Girl From the Past

Written By: Cordy Says Hi

Chapter 2: Classes with the Ravenclaws

Draco sat silently in the carriage to the Hogwarts castle with Crabbe and Goyle. There was a dull silence; probably because of the cronies´ stupidity, and how they usually just grunted instead of having an actual civilized conversation. Nonetheless, Draco sat, looking outside the window, watching the pouring rain. He remembered three years ago, how the first day back had been pouring rain as well. Peeves the Poltergeist had dropped water balloons on the students, him being one of the victims. He remembered his trainers being soaked and being chilled to the bone, but he kept his pride and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Do you two dolts talk at all?" he drawled, rolling his silver-gray eyes, "Sometimes I regret being friends with you two. All you do is grunt this and grunt that." Crabbe and Goyle looked rather taken back, but they quickly decided it was one of Draco's mood swings, "Guess not. Blimey, it would all be so different if I was still friends with-", he almost said her name. Mikomi. Why did he regret not talking to that genderless freak? Was it really all his fault? No, it couldn't be. He was, of course, a Malfoy, and Malfoys never started rows unless necessary. Besides, Mikomi was a girl and was probably on her time of the month. She was a teenage girl after all. Draco thought she would at least be a bit mature and not snap all the time.

That carriage rode through the entrance gates of Hogwarts and the three Slytherins stepped out. The rain was falling heavily and for the few seconds Draco was outside, his hair, shoulders, and arms were entirely soaked. As he moved his toes around inside of his trainers, he felt an uncomfortable sqush and squirt of water.

All of the second years and older entered the Great Hall, where the Headmaster and the professors were already seated. As he and his fellow Slytherins sat down at their table, he looked over and saw Mikomi go somewhere with Professor McGonagall. Probably has to figure out her bloody house, Draco decided. Even though she only moved when she was thirteen, her parents had enrolled her into a very expensive all-witch school. He and Mikomi always kept in touch and sent little gifts every once in a while. Draco chuckled inside as he remembered how she wrote about how she had been annoyed by the other girls asking if he was her boyfriend. As he relived childhood memories, he came to the conclusion that she'd probably be in Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaws were all right, but he got irritated easily at how they always thought they were smarter than everyone else. Mikomi would fit easily in there, he thought with a snide expression on his face.

As he talked to himself, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. Draco quickly came back to the real world (at least the real wizarding world) and found Pansy smiling.

"Drakey! How's you cheek?" she said, as he tried to get out of her grasp, utterly repulsed. "Here, let me kiss it for you!" She leaned in closer, but luckily, he got out of her arms just in time.

"My face is just fine without your vile germs making the pain worse Pansy," he replied snidely, "So, no need to bother," and he turned around back to his previous position. His stomach growled, making him realize that he was hungry.

"But-but Drakey!" Pansy whined, stomping her foot, as if she was having a tantrum.

"Sod off, Parkinson," he drawled.

"Drakey!" The conflict was now attracting the attention of at least everyone in the Great Hall, including the professors. Once Pansy noticed, she blushed and walked back to her seat, looking hurt. When she finally stopped bothering him, Draco scanned the Ravenclaw table to see if Mikomi was there. She was and she had already found him looking for her. Both quickly looked away from each other, irritable and frustrated.

As the first years filed in, Dumbledore stood up to give the start of term announcements. Draco was hoping that everything would end soon so he could eat. He anxiously looked up at the table where the professors sat. He saw the potions master and head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape, with his long, greasy, black hair and a large hooked nose. He was staring down the person who sat next to him, who was surprisingly a lady. She had curly auburn hair down to her shoulders and brown eyes. She also wore square rimmed glasses that accompanied her face nicely. She must be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Draco thought to himself, No wonder Snape is staring her down. Professor Snape had always wanted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts but was always stuck in potions, and everyone knew it.

"Welcome, welcome to yet another new year at Hogwarts! First off, welcome new and sorted first years! Well, that's it. Quacker! Fringe! Bogies! Troll!" Draco smirked as all of the newly sorted first years looked dumbfounded and looked around, asking if he was crazy. Finally! Food! Draco cried out in his head. When the food magically appeared on the golden dishes, he quickly piled up his plate. Beside him, Blaise Zabini started a conversation.

"There's a rumour `oing about there being a ball `gain this year," he said in excitement, mouth full of food. Draco handed him a napkin to wipe his face with, "Oops! Sorry `Raco."

"What´s this about a ball?" Pansy quickly butted in. She had stolen the seat of Millicent Bulstrode just so she could just sit near Draco. "Draco, you're obviously going to ask me, aren't you?" she asked with a smug look on her pug-like face.

"In case you didn't notice Pansy, there are lots of other girls who are hotter than you," he drawled and rolled his eyes.

"Oh Drakey, you're so funny," she laughed stupidly.

"Am I?" he muttered as he ate some meat pasties. He looked across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table. He looked down it and saw the mudblood, Hermione Granger. He looked at her closely and noted she had matured quite a bit. She was actually a bit pretty. He then looked at the Hufflepuff table and stared at the girls there. He did the same to the Ravenclaw table. As he looked, his eyes stopped abruptly at Mikomi. He suddenly got an anxious, empty feeling. He felt like he couldn't eat anymore.

"Drakey, are you okay?" Pansy simpered, seeing the disgusted look on his face.

"Pansy, I'm fine. If I was sick, looking at you would only make it worse," he replied. Pansy pouted, but then looked as if she remembered something and suddenly asked, "But you're still going to go to the ball with me, right?" Draco quickly choked on his pumpkin juice.

"What?! We don't even know for sure if there is a ball!" he exclaimed.

"Hmm," she answered, eyeing him strangely.


The next morning, the students received their class schedules. Draco was hoping he didn't have any classes with the Ravenclaws, so he wouldn't have to deal with Mikomi. Down the breakfast table, Professor Snape quickly passed out the pieces of parchment with the classes and times.

"Potions with the Gryffindors, again! Seven straight years! Blimey I'm sick of this!" Blaise exclaimed. Blaise always spoke his opinion and was very straightforward. He had brown wavy hair and a little dapple of freckles on his nose, "What other houses do we have in our classes?"

"Transfiguration, Charms, and Herbology with the ever witty and clever Ravenclaws," Draco replied glumly. He had Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Hufflepuffs and in his two choice classes, Arithmancy and Care of Magical Creatures, he had with a mix of other seventh year students from all four houses.

"At least we don´t have to deal with the bloody Gryffindors a lot this year," a boy with blonde hair said.

"But we've had Potions with them for each year!" Pansy whined.

"Quit your complaining Parkinson," Draco said, irritable with his schedule. "If you haven't noticed, all the Slytherins are disappointed."

"What's your deal anyway Draco?" Pansy replied, fire in her eyes.

"You."

"Me? Moi? You're so hilarious Draco!"

"And her," and he nodded towards the Ravenclaw table. The little groups of Slytherin seventh years looked toward the table. Fortunately, he didn't totally show them Mikomi or they would be asking dumb questions.

"Who?" the pug-faced girl asked.

"None of your business," Draco snapped, in a tone that said the conversation was over. He finished his toast and left.


His first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Shirley, who was actually a very good professor. Strict but nice, awarding points whenever she could find a reason to.

"You all are seventh years, aren't you?" she asked sternly. The students nodded in reply, "Of course you are. And I've read over the years you've studied greatly on three main curses, Unforgivable Curses, as well as Dark creatures. Now, we'll be going into something deeper. You," and she pointed to Ernie Macmillan who looked like he was about to fall asleep but suddenly perked up.

"Yes, Professor?" he asked nervously. Professor Shirley asked him to explain how the Pain Reliving Curse could be defeated easily. It turned out to be an interesting class and the Slytherins left with fifty newly earned house points.


The students quickly filed into Professor McGonagall's classroom. Draco quickly remembered that the Ravenclaws were in this class as well. As he sat down, Mikomi eyed him sending a cold chill down his spine.

"Good morning class," Professor McGonagall greeted, "Through your six years of training, you have learned the basics of transfiguration in this class. Now each of you is ready for the advanced level. First off, we'll be learning how to transform creatures, live of course, into other living creatures. This sounds like beginner's work, but what makes it so advanced?" Through the classroom of students, practically all of the Ravenclaws´ hands shop up, while the Slytherins stayed put. Bloody hell, it's like a class full of Grangers! he thought, rolling his eyes.

"Mr. DeVonne," the professor chose. And ten points to Ravenclaw, Draco mocked, rolling his eyes again. "Mr. Malfoy, you seem awfully bored. I presume you'll be able to demonstrate how to transform a cat into a mouse then?" Draco didn't know what to do. He was caught off guard. He swallowed his pride and answered, "Of course, professor." Professor McGonagall motioned him to continue. He nervously got up and pointed his wand at the bat. BOOM! There was a big cloud of smoke and sparks everywhere and Draco's face was covered in ashes, while his hands were burnt. Everyone looked at his cat; it was completely hairless! It was also scared out of its wits.

"Hmm," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips as she eyed Draco irritably. "Ms. Lang, please escort Mr. Malfoy to the nurse." The seventeen-year-old boy's eyes widened.

"Professor, I completely understand, but anyone but her!" he pleaded.

"It's either that or you go around the rest of the day looking like that and your burn stinging." Draco slumped and muttered, "Fine." As he and Mikomi moved to leave, the professor stated, "And that's fifty points from Slytherin." You could hear the snickers from the Ravenclaws and groans from the Slytherins down the hall.

"Smart move, you mindless prat," Mikomi told Draco as they were quickly walked to the infirmary.

"Oh, well, you're a bloody Ravenclaw, so you should be proud of Slytherin's loss of points," he snapped back.

"Oh, the little nancy boy is in a bad mood," the girl mocked, crossing her arms.

"You seem to have your knickers in a twist, don´t you?"

"Wet tosser."

"It-Girl."

"Does the little baby want his dummy?"

"Bugger off!"

"Hah! You wish!" and she ended as the arrived at the nurse's office. Madame Pomfrey came out asking what had happened.

"He was being a stupid, mindless prat and blew up his cat," Mikomi exclaimed. Draco scowled back.

"Was not! I was simply demonstrating!"

"Some job you did!"

"Hush! Here, let me tend to your burns," Madame Pomfrey said, raising an eyebrow at the two's behavior. "Why don´t you wait? It will only take a couple of minutes." She had Draco wash his face so she could see a clear view of his burns. Someone else came in and the nurse bustled over to her new patient, leaving Mikomi to heal his cuts and burns.

"W-what?" Mikomi exclaimed as Madam Pomfrey handed her the jar of orange-coloured paste.

"Jut apply it to the burns. It doesn't take an expert."

"Yeah, Lang," Draco remarked, "I thought you were a Ravenclaw. They are supposed to be clever." Mikomi slapped him on the arm and he quickly shut up. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Were you just being too proud?" as she spread the cream on his pale hand.

"What?"

"When you got up to demonstrate."

"Maybe. Why should you know? I'm a Malfoy!"

"Obviously. So, you were just being a prat then?"

"You wish." Mikomi giggled a bit.

"What?"

"Nothing," she replied.

"Answer me."

"No, it's just funny how your snide remarks have evolved a bit." Draco pondered this a bit, smiled a little and said, "They have haven't they?"

"I remember that time when that kid pushed me down and I was going to get up and beat the crap out of him, but you told me not to," Mikomi thought, remembering events from the past, "And then we argued a bit. I called you a wuss and you answered with some snide comment that shut me up."

"It was `You'll only duff him up a bit. You aren't as strong like you think you are! You just wish you are!´ I think," Draco replied.

"Yeah! And then I ended up punching you!"

"That hurt, coming from a girl."

"Shut up." They were actually getting along until Madame Pomfrey interrupted and Mikomi was all done. As they walked back, Draco asked, "What was the deal with you remembering times when we were actually best friends?"

"Well, you asked why I laughed!" she replied.

"You were being annoying!"

"Pompous git."

"Mindless prat." After that, Draco and Mikomi were back to how they were before they started getting along, arguing about everything and calling each other names.