FIRST YEAR
Blaise Zabini whistled merrily while he walked down the platform 9 ¾. It was his first year at Hogwarts, the great school of wizardry, and he couldn't wait to start. Suddenly, he saw a glimpse of gold out of the corner of his eyes. He turned around swiftly but didn't see anyone. "Stop it!" he scolded himself mentally "You can't became paranoid every time you see someone with blonde hair. He is not here. He's gone to Drumstrang…Come on, relax". Repeating similar sentences to himself, he got on the train.
A few hours later, Blaise left his compartment to go to the bathroom. In the corridor, he found himself face-to-face with a blonde boy followed by two great big guys. He didn't need to look at him twice – he would have recognize him everywhere. You! he cried out full of surprise and horror, like he was facing Lucifer himself. "That's not very far from it" he thought.
The blonde one didn't seemed too happy to see him as well. However he managed to produce a forced grin: Hello, Blaise. It's been a while since we last saw each other.
What the hell are you doing here? gasped Blaise.
I'm going to Hogwarts, what a stupid question. Smart as usual, I see.
Shouldn't you be at Drumstrang? Blaise replied recovering from the shock.
The blonde one shook his shoulders: Change of program. My mother thought it was too far away. So, here I am.. Blaise threw him a dirty look but nobody spoke for some minutes. You don't look too happy to see an old schoolmate again, Blaise hissed the blonde one glaring at him. Should I? replied the other Anyway, I'm not. And now, if you will excuse me… he got around them and went locking himself up in the bathroom, holding his head between his hands. It's terrible… he murmured It's really terrible…What will Derrick say?
To Blaise Zabini's great annoyance, Draco Malfoy ended up in Slytherin just like him. Blaise went to sit as far away as possible from him, near his friend Orson Derrick. Have you seen who's there? he murmured helping himself with the soup.
Yeah. This is a real trouble… murmured Derrick.
Do you think we should do something? asked the younger boy. Well…we'll have to tell someone sooner or later.
Let's go to speak to Professor Snape tonight.
And with what proofs? He'll never listen to us Orson Derrick stared at his plate And then…I wouldn't believe it myself if I haven't seen…
We can't wait until somebody gets hurt, Orson!
Well…maybe it won't happen anything….maybe it'll be alright.. Blaise stole a brief glance at the object of their discussion: Not with Malfoy around. You'll see..
The two boys' dark previsions seemed to find confirmation when Slytherin lost the first match of the Quidditch season to Gryffindor. Marcus Flint, the captain of the team, never stopped repeating the Gryffindor had had "a damned luck." Every time he said so Blaise Zabini and Orson Derrick exchanged a meaningful glance and then looked toward Malfoy, who, even if he was aware of it, never glanced back.
Later, the situation was rebalanced thanks to the one hundred fifty points Harry Potter & company made Gryffindor lose, but this wasn't enough to reassure the two guys. In fact, at the end of the school year, the House Cup was won by Gryffindor. Leaving the Great Hall, Blaise Zabini hissed to Orson Derrick: I told you we should've told it someone.. A few minutes later, in the dormitory, Blaise Zabini found himself face to face with the hated Draco. The two boys packed their things silently.
Suddenly, Draco spoke: It wasn't my fault, Blaise.
Yeah, it was growled the boy. Be careful, Malfoy…I like this school, I like being here…I wont' let you screw everything up again, okay?
Draco didn't answer and looked away.