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Chapter Five
The remainder of the train ride was rather serene, comparing to what could have happened. Crabbe and Goyle ate; Pansy seemed flustered, and there was talk of who the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be. It bored me to tears thinking that we would perhaps be sentenced to a teacher such as Lockhart, Lupin, or Moody again.
"I hope it's Snape," I said to all who would listen. "He's more than deserving of the job!" I hissed, as the compartment buzzed in agreement. "He's been denied the job for so long now! I should have spoken to father this summer about it. I daresay he could have used his influence to make it known that Professor Snape is a worthy contender."
The rest of my rant was similar to that, and it seemed as if my group of Slytherins was riled up now, and I allowed myself a grin as I changed into my robes. Here at Hogwarts I had more power than I did at home. Father wasn't here to overrule me. mother wasn't here to fuss. I was ruling the roost all on my own.
Not long after I was changed, throwing out my chest proudly (I had a Slytherin crest, and a shiny prefect badge), I quickly found a carriage, and was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle as we rode leisurely to the fortress that was Hogwarts. Through the stone gates that were topped with hideous winged boars was the school itself, massive and ancient.
For once in the history of British weather, it was not raining. The sky was clear and black, and the stars glittered in the sky, as the moon glowed like the nightlight Crabbe kept by his bed, bouncing off my pale skin. If only I had fangs; I would make a very nice vampire. But where would I find blood pure enough to drink?
Humorous thoughts such as the like filled my head as I strutted through the Great Hall, taking my common seat at the Slytherin table. Peeves was nowhere in sight, nor were any of the ghosts; it was odd not seeing them there. The teacher's table was occupied by the usual teachers, and to my dismay, there were no new faces.
But seeing no new teacher could very well be a good thing. Perhaps Snape, after all, had gotten the job. His eyes were not filled with the usual malice, and in fact, he looked rather content with himself as I caught his eye and grinned. He did not grin back; it was just something Snape never did. He would grin when something bad happened; not something good.
The Sorting was dull, and the new batch of Slytherins seemed just as good as the last batch we had received. Still, I clapped mildly, while Potter and company screamed enthusiastically for Gryffindors, and booed the new Slytherins under their breath. The Sorting was so incredibly boring that I could have sworn I had dozed off, because I could recall hardly anything about the new First Years.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Professor Dumbledore said, as I was dragged back into reality. I did wish he would hurry on with his speech; I was dying of hunger. It was a surprising thing that Dumbledore only warned of the dangerous times, Filch's rules and punishments, and of the Forbidden Forest. "Let the feast begin!"
"What?" I asked the most intelligent person within radius of me, who happened to be Celeste. "Did he say who the new teacher is?" I groaned internally as Celeste's pink lips formed a thin smile. I had asked the wrong person. Kayta was grinning beside her.
"No one knows, Draco," she said in a would-be-friendly tone, but her eyes gave away the cruelty within her. She knew, and she was keeping it from me. "I suppose we shall find out tomorrow, shan't we? Like good schoolchildren, we shall." He voice was still smooth and pleasant, like music to my ears. But her eyes.
"You don't know either, Celeste," I sneered, seeing the truth as her eyes lit up maliciously. Celeste's face fell, and she picked up her fork. She did this often, pretended she knew things that she didn't. It was one of her many flaws that I hated. "So keep quiet."
Celeste hissed in low whispers to Kayta, obviously plotting their next plot to get me entangled in their webs. I knew better than to do a thing such as that. They were beautiful girls, sure, but they were truly awful, and I don't believe that I could suffice even a day with those beastly females.
The rest of the feast was delicious, undoubtedly cooked by the house elves of Hogwarts. Granger, who had started some ridiculous program to "help" the elves, seemed even to be indulging in the feast with the rest of the students. I help up a chicken wing and nodded to her, grinning broadly. She stuck her mudblood nose in the air and muttered something to Potter, who sat next to her. Potter sprayed pumpkin juice all over Weasley, and pointed openly at me.
I could only guess what they were pointing at: my shining prefect badge. Ah, they must have found it hard to believe. Why, I was a model student! How dare they accuse me of being not good enough to be a prefect! Naughty little Potter and Company!
But it did not surprise me that each member of the Dream Team had a prefect badge as well. Granger, well, it was n wonder she did. But why did Potter and Weasley, the rule breaking kings, have a prefect badge? The Mudblood Lover must have been at it again. Dumbledore.
While Potter and Weasley did the flat out rule breaking, I had a better theory at this mischief nonsense. The whole of Gryffindor broke rules, while Slytherin bent the rules. It was a beautiful thing to have Professor Snape as the head of house. Rules were so easily bent. it was a tempting thing to do.
"Don't get too smug, Draco," father would have said at this moment. Well, father can die with the mudbloods. I stabbed my fork violently into my steak, letting my pale eyes light up insanely. It was just too bad Crabbe and Goyle didn't have enough emotions to understand what hatred had unearthed inside me.
The feast ended as it always did: late. I patted my full stomach, and looked at the door. "Come on, Crabbe, Goyle," I said, waving my hand and motioning for the hulking masses of fifteen-year-old Crabbe and Goyle to follow. I felt so smug, comfortable, full.
"They made you a prefect, Malfoy!?" Weasley called from behind me. "I didn't know you could get a badge just by being the ugliest git ever to walk the school! If I'd known that, I would have tried it ages ago!"
I sneered. Why did Weasley bother going out of his way when he was so vulnerable? "I see they give out sympathy badges, as well, Weasley," I said, looking noticeably over to Snape, who was standing a few feet away. "You could perhaps pawn that off for a few sickles, and your family could eat for a week!"
Potter drew his wand, and pointed it at me. "Is there a problem, boys?" A low voice echoed from behind. Snape had stepped in. It was all too perfect. No one would be stupid enough to do anything in front of a teacher, especially Professor Snape.
"FACERUS!" Potter hissed, not paying the slightest bit of attention to Snape. The next moment was stunning. I had never guess that Potter would get me in front of a teacher. But, that wasn't the least of my worries. It was suddenly very hot.
"I'm on fire!" I screamed, dropping to the floor and rolling furiously on the ground. The hot red-orange flames were burning into my skin, causing pain everywhere! It hurt so bad. consciousness was leaving. pain. hot. burn. black.
The world spun around me, and I slipped into the nothingness of unconsciousness.
* * * *
"Get up, Mr. Malfoy, it's not as bad as it seems!"
I groaned, and rolled up. My arms were wrapped in sheer gauze, and I no longer felt as if I were being burned. But I was stiff all over, and my neck ached, and not to mention the cold feeling all over.
"You'll miss breakfast, Mister Malfoy!" Madam Pomfrey's voice again. This time she prodded me with a fluffy pillow. I rolled out of bed, and stood up. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with what seemed utmost disgust. "You'll be red like this for about a week, but there's no serious damage done to you."
Without warning, the bandages on my arms flew off, and I looked down at my arms. and I probably shouldn't have done it, either. They looked like red sausages, all swollen and hideous. I looked up at Madam Pomfrey, horrified. She laughed at me. "You haven't seen the worst of it yet!" She giggled, handing me a mirror.
What I saw was probably the worst I had ever seen myself. My right eyebrow had been singed off, and my cheeks looked like they had been slapped over and over again. My hair had been burned a bit in the back, and even the mirror was snickering at my reflection.
"Your eyebrow and hair will grow back in a few hours," Madam Pomfrey said, shooing me out of the room. I grabbed my hat quickly, and she shut the door. "Get to breakfast!" I shoved my heat on my head to cover my hair, and hoped the shadow would shade my face enough so that my eyebrow would not show.
I trudged slowly down to breakfast, and avoided glances from everyone. Even Slytherins. It was embarrassing to have been hexed by Potter; I'm sure you could have understood if you were in my polished shoes at that moment. I had been fried to nearly a crisp, and I hoped that Potter would have serious consequences. But should I write to father?
"That look is very becoming on you, Draco," Celeste put in at breakfast as I stabbed my sausages with such a passion that suggested it was part of Potter I was stabbing. "You look quite a lot like the food you're eating, did you know? Oh, and I love what you've done with your eyebrows. it'll be a trend!"
"Quiet, Celeste," I hissed, looking at her. She looked even happier than usual at my downfall. "Or you'll look even worse." She smiled at me and shrugged. Kayta giggled beside her, and I looked down at my food again, stabbing it with a vicious passion.
"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts first," said a fellow Slytherin fifth year named Charles Warrington. "I thought you'd like to know that. We still don't know who our Professor is, but we'll be the first class to find out! Maybe Snape is just keeping it a really good secret?"
I shrugged. I wasn't in much of a mood to discuss anything of the present moment. All I wanted to do was plot my revenge on Potter. But then Warrington added something that caught my attention. "Snape tried to get Potter expelled, but Weasley said you were egging him on, so all McGonagall's done is given him detention until Christmas with Snape. I hope he doesn't get off too easily, and with Snape holding detentions, he surely won't."
I would rather take a million detentions than be humiliated they way I had been the previous evening, and the way I looked currently. I shoved food into my mouth in fury, and stormed off to my dormitory to gather my schoolbag and books for the morning.
Mornings looked relatively good, depending on Defense Against the Dark Arts. We also had Double Potions (A special delight), and Herbology, which was incredibly simple and we got to talking the whole class rather than listening to Sprout babble on about some stupid plants.
I shoved my schedule in my bag and stalked off to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, avoiding the snickers of Potter, Granger, and Weasley, who were on their way to one of their classes. That was just the thing to make my morning. Being laughed at.
"Let me through!" I said irritably, pushing my way through the crowd that had formed in front of the classroom. "Is the door locked?" As it turned out, the door was locked. I shook it for a little bit, before Kayta had to comment on my appearance.
"I see your eyebrow has nearly grown totally back," she said. I ignored this. If we were working with something dangerous in Potions or Herbology I would get her and Celeste both. My temper was not to be tested. I shook the door handle again.
"Come in," said a voice. The door opened by itself, and I stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, gaping.
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(A/N: Suspense! Not that you all really care, or anything. But hey! Please review! It will make me happy, and then I will write more. after I go through all the other chapters and fix the errors! Have a good day!)
Thistle: Oops. about the broom, lol. Well, since I forgot about that part, you'll just have to wait, as I've instantly plotted it out in my brain. So wait and see! ( )
Chapter Five
The remainder of the train ride was rather serene, comparing to what could have happened. Crabbe and Goyle ate; Pansy seemed flustered, and there was talk of who the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would be. It bored me to tears thinking that we would perhaps be sentenced to a teacher such as Lockhart, Lupin, or Moody again.
"I hope it's Snape," I said to all who would listen. "He's more than deserving of the job!" I hissed, as the compartment buzzed in agreement. "He's been denied the job for so long now! I should have spoken to father this summer about it. I daresay he could have used his influence to make it known that Professor Snape is a worthy contender."
The rest of my rant was similar to that, and it seemed as if my group of Slytherins was riled up now, and I allowed myself a grin as I changed into my robes. Here at Hogwarts I had more power than I did at home. Father wasn't here to overrule me. mother wasn't here to fuss. I was ruling the roost all on my own.
Not long after I was changed, throwing out my chest proudly (I had a Slytherin crest, and a shiny prefect badge), I quickly found a carriage, and was flanked by Crabbe and Goyle as we rode leisurely to the fortress that was Hogwarts. Through the stone gates that were topped with hideous winged boars was the school itself, massive and ancient.
For once in the history of British weather, it was not raining. The sky was clear and black, and the stars glittered in the sky, as the moon glowed like the nightlight Crabbe kept by his bed, bouncing off my pale skin. If only I had fangs; I would make a very nice vampire. But where would I find blood pure enough to drink?
Humorous thoughts such as the like filled my head as I strutted through the Great Hall, taking my common seat at the Slytherin table. Peeves was nowhere in sight, nor were any of the ghosts; it was odd not seeing them there. The teacher's table was occupied by the usual teachers, and to my dismay, there were no new faces.
But seeing no new teacher could very well be a good thing. Perhaps Snape, after all, had gotten the job. His eyes were not filled with the usual malice, and in fact, he looked rather content with himself as I caught his eye and grinned. He did not grin back; it was just something Snape never did. He would grin when something bad happened; not something good.
The Sorting was dull, and the new batch of Slytherins seemed just as good as the last batch we had received. Still, I clapped mildly, while Potter and company screamed enthusiastically for Gryffindors, and booed the new Slytherins under their breath. The Sorting was so incredibly boring that I could have sworn I had dozed off, because I could recall hardly anything about the new First Years.
"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Professor Dumbledore said, as I was dragged back into reality. I did wish he would hurry on with his speech; I was dying of hunger. It was a surprising thing that Dumbledore only warned of the dangerous times, Filch's rules and punishments, and of the Forbidden Forest. "Let the feast begin!"
"What?" I asked the most intelligent person within radius of me, who happened to be Celeste. "Did he say who the new teacher is?" I groaned internally as Celeste's pink lips formed a thin smile. I had asked the wrong person. Kayta was grinning beside her.
"No one knows, Draco," she said in a would-be-friendly tone, but her eyes gave away the cruelty within her. She knew, and she was keeping it from me. "I suppose we shall find out tomorrow, shan't we? Like good schoolchildren, we shall." He voice was still smooth and pleasant, like music to my ears. But her eyes.
"You don't know either, Celeste," I sneered, seeing the truth as her eyes lit up maliciously. Celeste's face fell, and she picked up her fork. She did this often, pretended she knew things that she didn't. It was one of her many flaws that I hated. "So keep quiet."
Celeste hissed in low whispers to Kayta, obviously plotting their next plot to get me entangled in their webs. I knew better than to do a thing such as that. They were beautiful girls, sure, but they were truly awful, and I don't believe that I could suffice even a day with those beastly females.
The rest of the feast was delicious, undoubtedly cooked by the house elves of Hogwarts. Granger, who had started some ridiculous program to "help" the elves, seemed even to be indulging in the feast with the rest of the students. I help up a chicken wing and nodded to her, grinning broadly. She stuck her mudblood nose in the air and muttered something to Potter, who sat next to her. Potter sprayed pumpkin juice all over Weasley, and pointed openly at me.
I could only guess what they were pointing at: my shining prefect badge. Ah, they must have found it hard to believe. Why, I was a model student! How dare they accuse me of being not good enough to be a prefect! Naughty little Potter and Company!
But it did not surprise me that each member of the Dream Team had a prefect badge as well. Granger, well, it was n wonder she did. But why did Potter and Weasley, the rule breaking kings, have a prefect badge? The Mudblood Lover must have been at it again. Dumbledore.
While Potter and Weasley did the flat out rule breaking, I had a better theory at this mischief nonsense. The whole of Gryffindor broke rules, while Slytherin bent the rules. It was a beautiful thing to have Professor Snape as the head of house. Rules were so easily bent. it was a tempting thing to do.
"Don't get too smug, Draco," father would have said at this moment. Well, father can die with the mudbloods. I stabbed my fork violently into my steak, letting my pale eyes light up insanely. It was just too bad Crabbe and Goyle didn't have enough emotions to understand what hatred had unearthed inside me.
The feast ended as it always did: late. I patted my full stomach, and looked at the door. "Come on, Crabbe, Goyle," I said, waving my hand and motioning for the hulking masses of fifteen-year-old Crabbe and Goyle to follow. I felt so smug, comfortable, full.
"They made you a prefect, Malfoy!?" Weasley called from behind me. "I didn't know you could get a badge just by being the ugliest git ever to walk the school! If I'd known that, I would have tried it ages ago!"
I sneered. Why did Weasley bother going out of his way when he was so vulnerable? "I see they give out sympathy badges, as well, Weasley," I said, looking noticeably over to Snape, who was standing a few feet away. "You could perhaps pawn that off for a few sickles, and your family could eat for a week!"
Potter drew his wand, and pointed it at me. "Is there a problem, boys?" A low voice echoed from behind. Snape had stepped in. It was all too perfect. No one would be stupid enough to do anything in front of a teacher, especially Professor Snape.
"FACERUS!" Potter hissed, not paying the slightest bit of attention to Snape. The next moment was stunning. I had never guess that Potter would get me in front of a teacher. But, that wasn't the least of my worries. It was suddenly very hot.
"I'm on fire!" I screamed, dropping to the floor and rolling furiously on the ground. The hot red-orange flames were burning into my skin, causing pain everywhere! It hurt so bad. consciousness was leaving. pain. hot. burn. black.
The world spun around me, and I slipped into the nothingness of unconsciousness.
* * * *
"Get up, Mr. Malfoy, it's not as bad as it seems!"
I groaned, and rolled up. My arms were wrapped in sheer gauze, and I no longer felt as if I were being burned. But I was stiff all over, and my neck ached, and not to mention the cold feeling all over.
"You'll miss breakfast, Mister Malfoy!" Madam Pomfrey's voice again. This time she prodded me with a fluffy pillow. I rolled out of bed, and stood up. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with what seemed utmost disgust. "You'll be red like this for about a week, but there's no serious damage done to you."
Without warning, the bandages on my arms flew off, and I looked down at my arms. and I probably shouldn't have done it, either. They looked like red sausages, all swollen and hideous. I looked up at Madam Pomfrey, horrified. She laughed at me. "You haven't seen the worst of it yet!" She giggled, handing me a mirror.
What I saw was probably the worst I had ever seen myself. My right eyebrow had been singed off, and my cheeks looked like they had been slapped over and over again. My hair had been burned a bit in the back, and even the mirror was snickering at my reflection.
"Your eyebrow and hair will grow back in a few hours," Madam Pomfrey said, shooing me out of the room. I grabbed my hat quickly, and she shut the door. "Get to breakfast!" I shoved my heat on my head to cover my hair, and hoped the shadow would shade my face enough so that my eyebrow would not show.
I trudged slowly down to breakfast, and avoided glances from everyone. Even Slytherins. It was embarrassing to have been hexed by Potter; I'm sure you could have understood if you were in my polished shoes at that moment. I had been fried to nearly a crisp, and I hoped that Potter would have serious consequences. But should I write to father?
"That look is very becoming on you, Draco," Celeste put in at breakfast as I stabbed my sausages with such a passion that suggested it was part of Potter I was stabbing. "You look quite a lot like the food you're eating, did you know? Oh, and I love what you've done with your eyebrows. it'll be a trend!"
"Quiet, Celeste," I hissed, looking at her. She looked even happier than usual at my downfall. "Or you'll look even worse." She smiled at me and shrugged. Kayta giggled beside her, and I looked down at my food again, stabbing it with a vicious passion.
"We have Defense Against the Dark Arts first," said a fellow Slytherin fifth year named Charles Warrington. "I thought you'd like to know that. We still don't know who our Professor is, but we'll be the first class to find out! Maybe Snape is just keeping it a really good secret?"
I shrugged. I wasn't in much of a mood to discuss anything of the present moment. All I wanted to do was plot my revenge on Potter. But then Warrington added something that caught my attention. "Snape tried to get Potter expelled, but Weasley said you were egging him on, so all McGonagall's done is given him detention until Christmas with Snape. I hope he doesn't get off too easily, and with Snape holding detentions, he surely won't."
I would rather take a million detentions than be humiliated they way I had been the previous evening, and the way I looked currently. I shoved food into my mouth in fury, and stormed off to my dormitory to gather my schoolbag and books for the morning.
Mornings looked relatively good, depending on Defense Against the Dark Arts. We also had Double Potions (A special delight), and Herbology, which was incredibly simple and we got to talking the whole class rather than listening to Sprout babble on about some stupid plants.
I shoved my schedule in my bag and stalked off to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, avoiding the snickers of Potter, Granger, and Weasley, who were on their way to one of their classes. That was just the thing to make my morning. Being laughed at.
"Let me through!" I said irritably, pushing my way through the crowd that had formed in front of the classroom. "Is the door locked?" As it turned out, the door was locked. I shook it for a little bit, before Kayta had to comment on my appearance.
"I see your eyebrow has nearly grown totally back," she said. I ignored this. If we were working with something dangerous in Potions or Herbology I would get her and Celeste both. My temper was not to be tested. I shook the door handle again.
"Come in," said a voice. The door opened by itself, and I stepped into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, gaping.
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(A/N: Suspense! Not that you all really care, or anything. But hey! Please review! It will make me happy, and then I will write more. after I go through all the other chapters and fix the errors! Have a good day!)