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Hermione Granger managed to squeeze into the Great Hall, her two best friends besides her, with all the drenched students pushing their way inside. The rain outside had been pouring down so thick and fast that once all the students entered the Hogwarts Castle about half an inch of rain was covering the grounds. Professor McGonagall stood outside the doors moving along the bedraggled crowd into the Great Hall. The combination of the water on the ground and too many students trying to enter the double doors caused Ron to slip and slid across the floor. The chattering students kept walking, heading towards their long House table and unfortunately for Ron, one clumsy second year stepped on his robe causing it to tear. Ron quickly stood up with the aid of his two best friends. Together they walked cross the room and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Ron looked at the big hole on the side of his Robe and his happy spirits died out. Hermione realized what was bothering him and assured him that his family would be able to replace them. The Great Hall looked splendid, as usual, with the light from the candles floating in midair and the golden plates and goblets gleaming in it. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville were chatting about their summer (Harry spent the summer with Ron) when they heard the cruel voice of Draco interrupt them, "Weasel I'm sorry about your robes... maybe you can get Forge's old one? That wouldn't be very unusual though seeing as your family is very err... fond of hand-me-downs." Crabbe, Goyle, and a couple of other passing Slytherins started laughing.
"I don't remember asking you to join us," said Harry, "but then again the King of Hogwarts doesn't need an invitation anywhere... he just comes and goes as he pleases."
"Ron, honestly, you shouldn't worry about your robes... I can send you back to eighteen ninety two and you would be very fashionable. Plus, I wouldn't have to deal with looking at... you actually were planning on wearing that this year?"
"Malfoy I liked you better as a bouncing Ferret... that suited you very well and you weren't such a prat," Hermione said coolly. With that Draco walked away with his sidekicks to the Slytherin table still laughing at Ron. Hermione watched as Malfoy walked back to the table, he had his right arm wrapped in a bandage. "I see Malfoy is at it again."
Ever since Malfoy realized that if he faked an injury he would get special help he abused the excuse that a passing student hurt his arm or leg to get extra help. Professor Snape always enjoyed having Harry or Ron make Draco's potion for him or having Hermione, or anyone from any house besides Slytherin, carry his books around for him. The job always was bad enough without Snape forgetting to give them a pass excusing them from being late to their next class.
"I wish he had a real injury to complain about," sighed Harry, "If Snape makes me carry his books one more time... I will hex that slimy git and he will have a real injury to complain about."
"I hope he hurts his arm," Dean commented, "It would be fun to see him fall of his broom during Quiditch instead of winning all those games." Dean looked over, saw Harry, and quickly added, "Unless he is playing against you Harry... you're the best seeker we had yet!"
"No, Dean that would not work at all. Malfoy's father would talk to Snape and the game would be cancelled until he got better. That has already happened before," said Hermione.
"I hope he hurts his head... maybe then we won't remember what a slimy prat he is," Ron replied angrily. The comments Malfoy mentioned earlier were still bothering him. Plus, he was hungry and Dumbledore still hadn't entered the Great Hall. "Oh hurry up already... I could eat a hippogriff."
Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall opened and Hagrid and Professor McGonagall were guiding a line of nervous looking first years to the front of the room. Unfortunately, the first years sailed across the lake to get into the Castle and they were all shivering although it was rather warm inside. The sorting hat was placed in front of the first years and it quickly broke into song and the sorting began. Hermione always loved the welcoming feast back to Hogwarts since at home she was in a different atmosphere. Hermione's parents were muggles and Hermione acted the same way as they did at home. Hermione continued to watch as each student was called to the hat and trembled as they found out which House they would go in. All the Gryffindors clapped loudly as the hat called out Gryffindor and the young wizard made its way to the table.
Ginny looked at her brother across the table and smiled. His appetite has yet to fail him. Ron was holding his fork and knife and staring at his plate, waiting till it would fill with food and he could give into him stomach's hunger. Hermione saw Ron and quietly whispered, "Ron pay attention. Dumbledore is about to speak!"
Ron, knowing better than to annoy Hermione after the long trip dropped his utensils loudly onto his plate (purposely) and began massaging his stomach. Hermione shot him a glace and couldn't help but smile at the appetite of her small friend. I get the point Ron.
The sorting ended and Professor Dumbledore began to talk. Dumbledore always gave an impression of great energy. However, today was different- as Hermione pointed out. Dumbledore began by giving his usual welcome, "Welcome to yet another year at Hogwarts..." At this point Harry and Ron stopped listening since it didn't matter to them really what was out of bounds or against school rules. They didn't follow them anyway. Harry started to think about Quiditch when Hermione whispered to them, "He is distracted... you see... he keeps looking over at the door. Something is very wrong. It's as if he is buying time... normally the sorting isn't first."
"Oh Mione stop worrying he is probably just expecting someone," Harry reasoned. Harry glanced over at the staff table to find Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape missing. Hermione looked over sighing and then continued to listen to Professor Dumbledore speak. "I am pleased to welcome a new teacher to our rank this year. Some of you may remember Professor Lupin. He has consented to re-join us and fill the post once again of Defense Against the Dark Arts..." All the Gryffindors clapped loudly. Everyone was fond of Lupin and most considered him to be the best Defense against the Dark Arts teacher yet. He also was the first teacher to teach the class more than once. Every year there was always a new teacher in that course... most people considered the job jinxed.
"I didn't even see him!" Harry said whispered excitedly, "He looks a lot better with nicer robes this year. Did you even see him?" Ron shook his head and Hermione spoke, "Obviously he looks a lot better too. I guess he is cured." Ron and Harry exchanged glances; they both knew what Hermione meant.
"Is that even possible?" Ron asked worried. He didn't want to encounter a wolf again anytime soon. Hermione nodded, "It says exactly how it could be done right in our..." Hermione stopped talking because Harry kicked her under the table. "Look over there," he said pointing at the entrance to the Great Hall.
Professor Flitwick opened the doors causing a loud noise and silencing everyone. Professor Dumbledore stopped speaking and immediately smiled. "He just arrived headmaster."
"Ah yes please have him come in," Dumbledore replied. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and whispered, "What is so special about this first year?" Ron shrugged and Hermione kept her eyes glued by the door. The doors opened and in came Professor Snape. Standing next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape looked like a giant. He made a come in motion with his hands and a young wizard came into the Great Hall. Immediately, the chatting began.
A boy, who looked to be entering his 6th year (like Harry, Ron, and Hermione) had just entered the Great Hall, wearing a robe of a deep bloodred. No one had ever seen him before... we'll they have seen someone who looked like him... but not him. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes... he was muscular and could pass off as Draco Malfoy's twin. They both were around the same height and weight and built the same way. "Three guesses what house he is going to be in," Ron muttered to himself.
The boy walked to the front of the room with many eyes following his very step. Everyone kept staring at him. Draco felt that this year would be very competitive but then again he was Draco Malfoy... and that was just some other kid who looked... very much like him. All the Slytherins kept staring at Draco and he finally said, "I know I'm devishly handsome and all but that kid took it a little too far." The Slytherins nodded and looked back at the headmaster.
"I would like to introduce Derrick Mlyaise...." Dumbledore began. More chatting starting going on and comments were made about Derrick and Draco such as "They have the same initials," or "I think Derrick looks a lot better than him..." Draco sat there annoyed at Pansy's stupidity as she said that last remark. He looked at her in a sorry way and shook his head, "Pansy- we- look- the- same!" That kid won't last here long.
"His robe...," Hermione whispered, "It's bloodred!" Harry and Ron looked at her clueless. "Don't you remember? At the Triwizard Tournament when all the students from other schools arrived? Bloodred was the color of the robes of the students from Durmstang." Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost happened to be passing by and overheard Hermione. Before the boys argued with her saying it was just a coincidence he replied, "You really should listen to her," and floated on.
The two boys looked confused and said, "What's he doing here then?" Hermione told them to be quiet and listen because Dumbledore would explain. "Derrick has been attending his last 5 years at Durmstang..." Hermione gave a triumphant look. "...he has just moved here and now will be attending his 6th year at Hogwarts. As both schools have different policies I urge you to help Derrick out and make him feel welcomed. Derrick, I have great pleasure in welcoming you here to Hogwarts." With that last comment, every big of chatter disappeared. There never had been a student who joined in this late... especially from another school.
Professor McGonagall took out the stool with the Sorting Hat and explained that in Hogwarts they had four Houses. Now, he would be sorted into one of the four Houses and sit down with his new House. The sorting hat sighed loudly and shouted, SLYTHERIN. Derrick looked at the table clapping loudly and with the headmasters permission joined them.
"Great, this is all we need to make our year bloody hell," Harry sighed. Hermione shot him a look and replied, "For Merlin's sake, It doesn't mean he is going to act like Malfoy does." "Who are you joking Mione... look what house he is in!" Ron yelled.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin.
The golden plates and goblets filled suddenly with food and drink. Ron helped himself to everything he could reach and began to eat. "Thisfoodisdelious," he said with his mouth wide open, revealing the chewed up food inside his mouth.
"Ron that's disgusting! Swallow before you talk and never again open your mouth when there is food still in it," Ginny complained.
Hermione didn't really touch her food and was deeply involved with her own thoughts concerning the new student and why he was here. It just doesn't make any sense that he moved here. He could have use a Porktey to get to his old school... or something of that sort. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Harry.
"Hermione you can't starve yourself. The house elves like it." "She is starting up with S.P.E.W again?" Ron sighed. Hermione felt that the house elves should have rights and not be slaves. She always left clothes hanging around hoping they would accidentally pick it up and become free. "No. I am just not hungry, that's all," Hermione said.
The hall echoed with the chatter and laughter of the students. Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to eat fast (or decided not to eat at all) so they could go and talk to Professor Lupin. Finally, when all the food was gone Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for everyone to get to bed and they got their chance.
"Congratulations again," Harry said as they approached the staff table.
"Harry... Ron... Hermione... it's so nice to see you again," Lupin said even though they saw each other almost every day at the Order.
"So, what exciting things have you got stored for us this year?" Ron asked. "We haven't had a better teacher than you yet."
"You will find out tomorrow... I need to go talk to someone quickly so if you'll excuse me... I will see you all tomorrow." Professor Lupin walked over to Professor Snape and they began talking. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron. Was it possible that Lupin wasn't cured?
Harry, Ron and Hermione started walking towards the common rooms. The rain on the ground was now gone but the whether wasn't any better outside. Thunder rolled through the skies and the rain hit the castle hard making a loud noise with each drop. "Ron... Harry... come... we are having a quick meeting and your both already late," said the voice of the Gryffindor Quiditch captain. The two boys left for the meeting and Hermione continued to walk, alone.
She was thinking and not watching where she was going and she bumped right into Malfoy. "Granger! What the hell are you doing?" Draco asked as he jumped away from her in disgust. He brushed off his robes as if just touching her had tainted his clothes. She looked at her feet purposely and then bent down to pick up her books.
"Watch where you are going next time mudblood," Draco said with disgust as he kicked one of her books on the ground.
Just then Draco noticed Derrick behind him. "Do you want something Mlyaise?" Derrick shook his head and looked at the girl picking up her books on the floor. "That's Granger...the dirty mudblood... she spends all her spare time in the library. If you ask me I just think she is avoiding Harry Potter because she can't seem to get his attention."
"Oh that is Miss Granger... Hermione," Derrick said, "Professor McGonagall sent me to go look for you... I need to talk with you... alone." Derrick helped Hermione gather together her books.
"I need to get something at the library, I'll meet you back here in five minutes," Hermione said. I am only doing this because Professor McGonagall sent him. Hermione left quickly.
Derrick looked at Draco amusingly, "You think she is a mudblood?"
"Yes... I can see you aren't the brightest wizard but that's what you call someone who has muggles as parents."
"Draco I have been told she is the brightest wizard here..." Derrick said.
"After me, she might be," Draco answered.
Derrick looked at Draco with a smirk plastered to his face. "Usually, you inherit traits from your parents. Where do you think Hermione got it from?" Draco just stood there and then beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle and left.
Draco walked away when a 5th year Ravenclaw approached him. She grabbed his wrist and looked into his piercing blue eyes. "I missed you... all summer... ever since you said that you loved me... I couldn't stop thinking about you." Draco pushed the girl away from him disgusted. "Are you really as dense as you look? I never said anything; you were the one who jumped to conclusions." The girl's bottom lip began to tremble as Draco continued, "Please go back where you came from... looking at you is making me sick."
Derrick watched as the girl ran away, her face streaming with tears. Just then the captain of the Slytherin team approached him. "I heard you play Qiditch. We already have a seeker but if you're good he could be replaced. We shall see at practice. Good Night Derrick." Derrick smiled he couldn't wait to show off his skills and he though he had an idea who the Seeker might be.
A/N- This is just the first chapter. Not much really happened but it was mostly to introduce the new character to the story. If you can, please review. Thanks for reading. I am going away for two weeks but when I come back I will add the next chapter. Please excuse my bad grammar and spelling I don't have a BETA reader yet. If you would like to be my BETA reader you can email me at: rebecsyaol.com. Also, if anyone knows the name of the Gryffindor or Slytherin Quiditch captions please let me know. Thanks.
A New Perception
Hermione Granger managed to squeeze into the Great Hall, her two best friends besides her, with all the drenched students pushing their way inside. The rain outside had been pouring down so thick and fast that once all the students entered the Hogwarts Castle about half an inch of rain was covering the grounds. Professor McGonagall stood outside the doors moving along the bedraggled crowd into the Great Hall. The combination of the water on the ground and too many students trying to enter the double doors caused Ron to slip and slid across the floor. The chattering students kept walking, heading towards their long House table and unfortunately for Ron, one clumsy second year stepped on his robe causing it to tear. Ron quickly stood up with the aid of his two best friends. Together they walked cross the room and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Ron looked at the big hole on the side of his Robe and his happy spirits died out. Hermione realized what was bothering him and assured him that his family would be able to replace them. The Great Hall looked splendid, as usual, with the light from the candles floating in midair and the golden plates and goblets gleaming in it. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Neville were chatting about their summer (Harry spent the summer with Ron) when they heard the cruel voice of Draco interrupt them, "Weasel I'm sorry about your robes... maybe you can get Forge's old one? That wouldn't be very unusual though seeing as your family is very err... fond of hand-me-downs." Crabbe, Goyle, and a couple of other passing Slytherins started laughing.
"I don't remember asking you to join us," said Harry, "but then again the King of Hogwarts doesn't need an invitation anywhere... he just comes and goes as he pleases."
"Ron, honestly, you shouldn't worry about your robes... I can send you back to eighteen ninety two and you would be very fashionable. Plus, I wouldn't have to deal with looking at... you actually were planning on wearing that this year?"
"Malfoy I liked you better as a bouncing Ferret... that suited you very well and you weren't such a prat," Hermione said coolly. With that Draco walked away with his sidekicks to the Slytherin table still laughing at Ron. Hermione watched as Malfoy walked back to the table, he had his right arm wrapped in a bandage. "I see Malfoy is at it again."
Ever since Malfoy realized that if he faked an injury he would get special help he abused the excuse that a passing student hurt his arm or leg to get extra help. Professor Snape always enjoyed having Harry or Ron make Draco's potion for him or having Hermione, or anyone from any house besides Slytherin, carry his books around for him. The job always was bad enough without Snape forgetting to give them a pass excusing them from being late to their next class.
"I wish he had a real injury to complain about," sighed Harry, "If Snape makes me carry his books one more time... I will hex that slimy git and he will have a real injury to complain about."
"I hope he hurts his arm," Dean commented, "It would be fun to see him fall of his broom during Quiditch instead of winning all those games." Dean looked over, saw Harry, and quickly added, "Unless he is playing against you Harry... you're the best seeker we had yet!"
"No, Dean that would not work at all. Malfoy's father would talk to Snape and the game would be cancelled until he got better. That has already happened before," said Hermione.
"I hope he hurts his head... maybe then we won't remember what a slimy prat he is," Ron replied angrily. The comments Malfoy mentioned earlier were still bothering him. Plus, he was hungry and Dumbledore still hadn't entered the Great Hall. "Oh hurry up already... I could eat a hippogriff."
Suddenly, the doors of the Great Hall opened and Hagrid and Professor McGonagall were guiding a line of nervous looking first years to the front of the room. Unfortunately, the first years sailed across the lake to get into the Castle and they were all shivering although it was rather warm inside. The sorting hat was placed in front of the first years and it quickly broke into song and the sorting began. Hermione always loved the welcoming feast back to Hogwarts since at home she was in a different atmosphere. Hermione's parents were muggles and Hermione acted the same way as they did at home. Hermione continued to watch as each student was called to the hat and trembled as they found out which House they would go in. All the Gryffindors clapped loudly as the hat called out Gryffindor and the young wizard made its way to the table.
Ginny looked at her brother across the table and smiled. His appetite has yet to fail him. Ron was holding his fork and knife and staring at his plate, waiting till it would fill with food and he could give into him stomach's hunger. Hermione saw Ron and quietly whispered, "Ron pay attention. Dumbledore is about to speak!"
Ron, knowing better than to annoy Hermione after the long trip dropped his utensils loudly onto his plate (purposely) and began massaging his stomach. Hermione shot him a glace and couldn't help but smile at the appetite of her small friend. I get the point Ron.
The sorting ended and Professor Dumbledore began to talk. Dumbledore always gave an impression of great energy. However, today was different- as Hermione pointed out. Dumbledore began by giving his usual welcome, "Welcome to yet another year at Hogwarts..." At this point Harry and Ron stopped listening since it didn't matter to them really what was out of bounds or against school rules. They didn't follow them anyway. Harry started to think about Quiditch when Hermione whispered to them, "He is distracted... you see... he keeps looking over at the door. Something is very wrong. It's as if he is buying time... normally the sorting isn't first."
"Oh Mione stop worrying he is probably just expecting someone," Harry reasoned. Harry glanced over at the staff table to find Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape missing. Hermione looked over sighing and then continued to listen to Professor Dumbledore speak. "I am pleased to welcome a new teacher to our rank this year. Some of you may remember Professor Lupin. He has consented to re-join us and fill the post once again of Defense Against the Dark Arts..." All the Gryffindors clapped loudly. Everyone was fond of Lupin and most considered him to be the best Defense against the Dark Arts teacher yet. He also was the first teacher to teach the class more than once. Every year there was always a new teacher in that course... most people considered the job jinxed.
"I didn't even see him!" Harry said whispered excitedly, "He looks a lot better with nicer robes this year. Did you even see him?" Ron shook his head and Hermione spoke, "Obviously he looks a lot better too. I guess he is cured." Ron and Harry exchanged glances; they both knew what Hermione meant.
"Is that even possible?" Ron asked worried. He didn't want to encounter a wolf again anytime soon. Hermione nodded, "It says exactly how it could be done right in our..." Hermione stopped talking because Harry kicked her under the table. "Look over there," he said pointing at the entrance to the Great Hall.
Professor Flitwick opened the doors causing a loud noise and silencing everyone. Professor Dumbledore stopped speaking and immediately smiled. "He just arrived headmaster."
"Ah yes please have him come in," Dumbledore replied. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and whispered, "What is so special about this first year?" Ron shrugged and Hermione kept her eyes glued by the door. The doors opened and in came Professor Snape. Standing next to Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape looked like a giant. He made a come in motion with his hands and a young wizard came into the Great Hall. Immediately, the chatting began.
A boy, who looked to be entering his 6th year (like Harry, Ron, and Hermione) had just entered the Great Hall, wearing a robe of a deep bloodred. No one had ever seen him before... we'll they have seen someone who looked like him... but not him. He had blonde hair and piercing blue eyes... he was muscular and could pass off as Draco Malfoy's twin. They both were around the same height and weight and built the same way. "Three guesses what house he is going to be in," Ron muttered to himself.
The boy walked to the front of the room with many eyes following his very step. Everyone kept staring at him. Draco felt that this year would be very competitive but then again he was Draco Malfoy... and that was just some other kid who looked... very much like him. All the Slytherins kept staring at Draco and he finally said, "I know I'm devishly handsome and all but that kid took it a little too far." The Slytherins nodded and looked back at the headmaster.
"I would like to introduce Derrick Mlyaise...." Dumbledore began. More chatting starting going on and comments were made about Derrick and Draco such as "They have the same initials," or "I think Derrick looks a lot better than him..." Draco sat there annoyed at Pansy's stupidity as she said that last remark. He looked at her in a sorry way and shook his head, "Pansy- we- look- the- same!" That kid won't last here long.
"His robe...," Hermione whispered, "It's bloodred!" Harry and Ron looked at her clueless. "Don't you remember? At the Triwizard Tournament when all the students from other schools arrived? Bloodred was the color of the robes of the students from Durmstang." Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost happened to be passing by and overheard Hermione. Before the boys argued with her saying it was just a coincidence he replied, "You really should listen to her," and floated on.
The two boys looked confused and said, "What's he doing here then?" Hermione told them to be quiet and listen because Dumbledore would explain. "Derrick has been attending his last 5 years at Durmstang..." Hermione gave a triumphant look. "...he has just moved here and now will be attending his 6th year at Hogwarts. As both schools have different policies I urge you to help Derrick out and make him feel welcomed. Derrick, I have great pleasure in welcoming you here to Hogwarts." With that last comment, every big of chatter disappeared. There never had been a student who joined in this late... especially from another school.
Professor McGonagall took out the stool with the Sorting Hat and explained that in Hogwarts they had four Houses. Now, he would be sorted into one of the four Houses and sit down with his new House. The sorting hat sighed loudly and shouted, SLYTHERIN. Derrick looked at the table clapping loudly and with the headmasters permission joined them.
"Great, this is all we need to make our year bloody hell," Harry sighed. Hermione shot him a look and replied, "For Merlin's sake, It doesn't mean he is going to act like Malfoy does." "Who are you joking Mione... look what house he is in!" Ron yelled.
"Well, I think that's everything of importance," said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin.
The golden plates and goblets filled suddenly with food and drink. Ron helped himself to everything he could reach and began to eat. "Thisfoodisdelious," he said with his mouth wide open, revealing the chewed up food inside his mouth.
"Ron that's disgusting! Swallow before you talk and never again open your mouth when there is food still in it," Ginny complained.
Hermione didn't really touch her food and was deeply involved with her own thoughts concerning the new student and why he was here. It just doesn't make any sense that he moved here. He could have use a Porktey to get to his old school... or something of that sort. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Harry.
"Hermione you can't starve yourself. The house elves like it." "She is starting up with S.P.E.W again?" Ron sighed. Hermione felt that the house elves should have rights and not be slaves. She always left clothes hanging around hoping they would accidentally pick it up and become free. "No. I am just not hungry, that's all," Hermione said.
The hall echoed with the chatter and laughter of the students. Harry, Ron, and Hermione tried to eat fast (or decided not to eat at all) so they could go and talk to Professor Lupin. Finally, when all the food was gone Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for everyone to get to bed and they got their chance.
"Congratulations again," Harry said as they approached the staff table.
"Harry... Ron... Hermione... it's so nice to see you again," Lupin said even though they saw each other almost every day at the Order.
"So, what exciting things have you got stored for us this year?" Ron asked. "We haven't had a better teacher than you yet."
"You will find out tomorrow... I need to go talk to someone quickly so if you'll excuse me... I will see you all tomorrow." Professor Lupin walked over to Professor Snape and they began talking. Hermione looked at Harry and Ron. Was it possible that Lupin wasn't cured?
Harry, Ron and Hermione started walking towards the common rooms. The rain on the ground was now gone but the whether wasn't any better outside. Thunder rolled through the skies and the rain hit the castle hard making a loud noise with each drop. "Ron... Harry... come... we are having a quick meeting and your both already late," said the voice of the Gryffindor Quiditch captain. The two boys left for the meeting and Hermione continued to walk, alone.
She was thinking and not watching where she was going and she bumped right into Malfoy. "Granger! What the hell are you doing?" Draco asked as he jumped away from her in disgust. He brushed off his robes as if just touching her had tainted his clothes. She looked at her feet purposely and then bent down to pick up her books.
"Watch where you are going next time mudblood," Draco said with disgust as he kicked one of her books on the ground.
Just then Draco noticed Derrick behind him. "Do you want something Mlyaise?" Derrick shook his head and looked at the girl picking up her books on the floor. "That's Granger...the dirty mudblood... she spends all her spare time in the library. If you ask me I just think she is avoiding Harry Potter because she can't seem to get his attention."
"Oh that is Miss Granger... Hermione," Derrick said, "Professor McGonagall sent me to go look for you... I need to talk with you... alone." Derrick helped Hermione gather together her books.
"I need to get something at the library, I'll meet you back here in five minutes," Hermione said. I am only doing this because Professor McGonagall sent him. Hermione left quickly.
Derrick looked at Draco amusingly, "You think she is a mudblood?"
"Yes... I can see you aren't the brightest wizard but that's what you call someone who has muggles as parents."
"Draco I have been told she is the brightest wizard here..." Derrick said.
"After me, she might be," Draco answered.
Derrick looked at Draco with a smirk plastered to his face. "Usually, you inherit traits from your parents. Where do you think Hermione got it from?" Draco just stood there and then beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle and left.
Draco walked away when a 5th year Ravenclaw approached him. She grabbed his wrist and looked into his piercing blue eyes. "I missed you... all summer... ever since you said that you loved me... I couldn't stop thinking about you." Draco pushed the girl away from him disgusted. "Are you really as dense as you look? I never said anything; you were the one who jumped to conclusions." The girl's bottom lip began to tremble as Draco continued, "Please go back where you came from... looking at you is making me sick."
Derrick watched as the girl ran away, her face streaming with tears. Just then the captain of the Slytherin team approached him. "I heard you play Qiditch. We already have a seeker but if you're good he could be replaced. We shall see at practice. Good Night Derrick." Derrick smiled he couldn't wait to show off his skills and he though he had an idea who the Seeker might be.
A/N- This is just the first chapter. Not much really happened but it was mostly to introduce the new character to the story. If you can, please review. Thanks for reading. I am going away for two weeks but when I come back I will add the next chapter. Please excuse my bad grammar and spelling I don't have a BETA reader yet. If you would like to be my BETA reader you can email me at: rebecsyaol.com. Also, if anyone knows the name of the Gryffindor or Slytherin Quiditch captions please let me know. Thanks.
A New Perception