-Draco
Prov-
You would think as time passed by, you would get use to
doing the things that you had to do. The things that were required.
I, how ever, could never get use to coming to this school. Year after
year, the same faces of the people that I look down on. They would
never be my equals, so for me to be here, with them was just a slap
in the face. So now I sit here, at the Slytherin table, surrounded by
Crabbe and Goyle. They seemed to be the only two people I could never
tire of. They were by my side, no matter what. Even after we
graduate, we will still be together, serving the dark lord as he
rises up. We will over power every one, and defeat those that stand
in our way. I glanced over at the table, eyeing Potter and his idiot
friends. The boy who lived shall be the boy who dies in the end.
I
let my eye wonder up to the teachers' table. Dumbledore was caught
in my gaze. He was a disgrace, he was a powerful wizard, and he chose
to use his powers for good. Do they not realize that the dark lord is
gathering more and more followers? Even now, as we all sit here,
eating, there are tens of thousands of men, women and teenagers,
training, and converting.
I again let my eyes wonder, Snape's
chair was empty, and it sparked some curiosity. He was a traitor,
and we all knew it. He was under protection from Dumbledore, and to
kill him would be a mistake. He was important to us; he held
information on up coming attacks and plans.
I was snapped out
of my thoughts, when the doors to the great hall were pushed open.
The hard polished wood slammed into the stone. It was Snape; he
strode up the isle, his capes flowing behind him. He always walked in
the same strong stance. Like he was trying to scare some one. I
watched him, talking to Dumbledore, there mouths moving in a frequent
pattern. I wanted to know what was going on, but I had a feeling I
wouldn't know.
Once they were done talking, Snape walked
back out. He was gone for a few minutes, only to reappear with a girl
standing behind me. He walked her up to Dumbledore, where they
talked. I looked over her. She had long, wavy black hair. It fell
down to her waist, which was slightly curved in. She wore a black
shirt and slightly baggy pants. I scrunched up my nose. My eyes
blinked as she was walked over to the Slytherin table. She sat down,
across from Crabbe, and looked at Snape.
"This is the
table you will sit at. You belong to the Slytherin house, and Mr.
Malfoy will direct you around." He glanced at me, speaking in his
mundane voice, "If that is not to much trouble for him." He
cocked his eyebrow.
"No professor, not at all." I said
in mock respect. He was nothing to me, so why should I act like it.
All the respect I had held for him was gone, out the window, as soon
as I found out what a conspirator he was.
He turned and strode
back to the teachers table, where he took his seat. Filling his plate
up slowly with food. My attention adverted to this girl that I had to
guide around. She was pale, much like my self. Her eyes were green,
and heavily panted with red and black. Her eyes seemed to skim over
every one at the table; her eyes finally rest on me. I watched her
look me over, I was very aware of how females looked at me. My blond,
silver hair fell slightly into my face, and I smirked deeply.
"So, Malfoy, what kind of name was that?" My eyes narrowed, her
accent was laced with American.
"It is my last name, and
you should learn to respect it." I snapped at her. Americans had no
respect for any one or any thing. They were careless and clumsy. The
idea of spending time with her revolted me. She then, cocked her
eyebrow, much like Snape had done.
"Okay then what is your
first name, or shall I call you Malfoy. Oh how about Mr. Malfoy." I
blinked at her, not believe that she was mocking me. I shook my
head.
"You have a lot of nerve. Don't ever disgrace the
Malfoy name, ever! I belong to the richest wizarding family IN
LONDON!" I said raising my voice slightly. I watched as she nodded
her head, her eyes looking over me.
"I am sorry to hear
that, I pity your parents for having such an anal kid. Shit if I
belonged to the ' richest wizarding family in London' I sure as
hell wouldn't be so uptight about every thing.
I heard
Crabbe laugh. I turned and shot daggers at him, he immediately shut
up.
"The fuckin nerve of her!" I said pacing the corridor. "I am not anal! Am I anal?" I said directing the question to Crabbe.
"Um, well." My eyes widened.
"Shut up!" I barked at him. I knew I wasn't up tight. I had pride, something these people wouldn't know about. If having pride was a crime, then I was guilty. I breathed deeply, in and out, in and out. I was trying to calm my fiery nerves. I had no tolerance for people that didn't show proper respect to people that were obviously superior to them.
"Draco, maybe you should just chill out, and lighten up. She isn't all that bad looking, even if she is mouthy. We can break that." I felt a playful nudge into my arm. I let a smirk fall across my lips.
"I suppose your right. Lets go..."
