Draco Malfoy woke up to the sound of his roommates grunting. "Damn it, do
you guys ever NOT make noise?"
"Mmrgh." Goyle didn't talk in the mornings. Actually, he rarely talked at all. Draco had yet to hear him say more than a sentence at a time. Forget actually saying something INTELLIGENT.
Draco climbed out of bed and slipped on his black robes, pinned on his prefect badge, and pulled his black hat over his silver-blonde hair. He examined himself in the mirror, and pulled the hat back off, deciding instead to slick his hair back in his usual style.
He liked the way it made him look, intimidating, like his father. The way a Malfoy SHOULD look. "I'll see you guys up in the Great Hall, okay?"
"Mmrgh."
Good enough. Draco headed out into the common room and through the portrait up to the great hall for breakfast. He took his usual seat at the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson sidled over to him. "Hey Draco," she said in that overly sweet voice. "Have a good time last night?"
It almost made him nauseous. Parkinson was an ideal match for him. Everyone said so. But honestly, ugh. She just didn't do it for him. Not to mention she gave horrible handjobs. Draco grimaced. "Great fun, Pansy." She gave him a smug little grin.
Most of the students had filtered in by now, and the food had appeared. It looked excellent, and Draco helped himself to a large portion of eggs as Crabbe and Goyle sat on either side of him.
Just as Draco lifted his fork to his mouth, Dumbledore stood up to have a word with the school. "What in Merlin's name is that fool rambling about now?" Draco asked aloud.
"I would like to announce a change in the class schedules for this year. You will still carry on with normal classes; however, it has come to my attention that inter-house competition has gotten out of control. Although a little competition is always good, Hogwarts needs to stay united, in order to stay strong against outside forces. And so the Hogwarts' staff and I have decided to take action.
"We will be redistributing classes, so that there are students from each house in every class. Please remember to conduct yourselves in a proper manner, and I'm sure everyone will make many new friends! The head boy and girl will distribute your new schedules as you exit the Great Hall. Now I've finished, do continue shoveling in the food!" Dumbledore chuckled to himself, and sat back down.
"About time," Draco muttered into his pumpkin juice as he took a sweet, cold sip. He stood up and gathered his things, ready to head to Advanced Arithmancy. As he was leaving, he heard the head call over to him. "What do you want?"
"Weren't you listening to Dumbledore?"
"Do I ever?"
"Whatever, here, this is your new class schedule."
"What in Merlin's name is this?" Draco demanded. But the heads were busy with other students. He opened his envelope and looked at his first class.
Transfiguration. "Now I've got time to finish that Arithmancy essay due today."
And so, without a second thought, Draco headed to McGonagall's classroom.
"Mmrgh." Goyle didn't talk in the mornings. Actually, he rarely talked at all. Draco had yet to hear him say more than a sentence at a time. Forget actually saying something INTELLIGENT.
Draco climbed out of bed and slipped on his black robes, pinned on his prefect badge, and pulled his black hat over his silver-blonde hair. He examined himself in the mirror, and pulled the hat back off, deciding instead to slick his hair back in his usual style.
He liked the way it made him look, intimidating, like his father. The way a Malfoy SHOULD look. "I'll see you guys up in the Great Hall, okay?"
"Mmrgh."
Good enough. Draco headed out into the common room and through the portrait up to the great hall for breakfast. He took his usual seat at the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson sidled over to him. "Hey Draco," she said in that overly sweet voice. "Have a good time last night?"
It almost made him nauseous. Parkinson was an ideal match for him. Everyone said so. But honestly, ugh. She just didn't do it for him. Not to mention she gave horrible handjobs. Draco grimaced. "Great fun, Pansy." She gave him a smug little grin.
Most of the students had filtered in by now, and the food had appeared. It looked excellent, and Draco helped himself to a large portion of eggs as Crabbe and Goyle sat on either side of him.
Just as Draco lifted his fork to his mouth, Dumbledore stood up to have a word with the school. "What in Merlin's name is that fool rambling about now?" Draco asked aloud.
"I would like to announce a change in the class schedules for this year. You will still carry on with normal classes; however, it has come to my attention that inter-house competition has gotten out of control. Although a little competition is always good, Hogwarts needs to stay united, in order to stay strong against outside forces. And so the Hogwarts' staff and I have decided to take action.
"We will be redistributing classes, so that there are students from each house in every class. Please remember to conduct yourselves in a proper manner, and I'm sure everyone will make many new friends! The head boy and girl will distribute your new schedules as you exit the Great Hall. Now I've finished, do continue shoveling in the food!" Dumbledore chuckled to himself, and sat back down.
"About time," Draco muttered into his pumpkin juice as he took a sweet, cold sip. He stood up and gathered his things, ready to head to Advanced Arithmancy. As he was leaving, he heard the head call over to him. "What do you want?"
"Weren't you listening to Dumbledore?"
"Do I ever?"
"Whatever, here, this is your new class schedule."
"What in Merlin's name is this?" Draco demanded. But the heads were busy with other students. He opened his envelope and looked at his first class.
Transfiguration. "Now I've got time to finish that Arithmancy essay due today."
And so, without a second thought, Draco headed to McGonagall's classroom.