=====Draco=====
I looked up at the castle and frowned. I hate this place. It's so dull and dreary. Durmstrang or Beauxbatons is much better than this dump. It's so boring here. Not to mention filthy. The place is crawling with Mudbloods. I pointed it out to father, but nooo. He kept grunting all the time. It was starting to get to me, but I tried hard to ignore it.
I climbed up the stone steps with the other students, and found myself in the Entrance Hall. I elbowed my way toward the Great Hall, and rushed to the Slytherin table. There, I found Jacob Flint and Derek Baddock, chatting with The Bloody Baron. "Hey Draco! How was you're summer?" Jacob asked, patting the chair next to him, motioning me to sit down as the Bloody Baron swooped away.
"Quite good. My mother bought me a Thunderbolt during her visit to Diagon Alley. It's a bloody fast broom, it is," I said, grinning. But to my amazement, they didn't look quite as surprised as I expected them to be. "Why the not-so-surprised expressions?" I asked, as Dumbledore came in with all the other teachers. "Um.we just heard Potter got one of those too." Derek said, leaning over to be heard over Dumbledore's speech.
"What?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Where in the world could Potter get that much money?" Jacob and Derek stared at each other. "Dunno. We just heard from a Gryffindor first year that Potter said it was a gift from a close friend" Derek said, "Jacob pass the roasted beef." Jacob absent-mindedly handed him a plate of mashed potatoes because he was too busy eating pork chops. "I said roasted beef not mushed remains of a pixie," Derek cried, as he took the plate and saw what it held. I flinched. I was about to reach for the bowl of mashed potatoes but decided against it. All around the table, the people who heard what Derek had said scowled. "Some people are eating here if you guys don't mind." Millicent Bulstrode said, glaring at Derek. "Oh sorry" Derek said thickly through a mouthful of roasted beef.
A few minutes later, the desserts appeared. I ate treacle fudge and looked around the table. Then I finally realized Crabbe and Goyle weren't here. "Hey, where're Crabbe and Goyle? I was with them in the carriage, but I never saw them since." I said, leaning over the look farther down the table. Jacob and Derek looked around too. "There they are!" Jacob said, pointing at the farthest end of the table. I turned around, and saw Crabbe and Goyle talking in low voices with Richard Nott, the son of a Death Eater from what I know. I looked suspiciously at them, but I tried to distract myself with the Yorkshire pudding. We ate for while, until Dumbledore stood up and said, "Now then, I hope you had a wonderful feast. Now I have to ask all of you to go back to your dormitories, because we have a busy day tomorrow."
We all scrambled around to go back to the Slytherin common room, and as I started to go down to the dungeons, a very pretty girl with a graceful figure caught my eye. She had straight brown hair, light make-up and was climbing the marble staircase with two boys, about my age, one with jet black hair and the other had brilliant red hair. I looked closely and gasped. It was Hermione Granger.
I looked up at the castle and frowned. I hate this place. It's so dull and dreary. Durmstrang or Beauxbatons is much better than this dump. It's so boring here. Not to mention filthy. The place is crawling with Mudbloods. I pointed it out to father, but nooo. He kept grunting all the time. It was starting to get to me, but I tried hard to ignore it.
I climbed up the stone steps with the other students, and found myself in the Entrance Hall. I elbowed my way toward the Great Hall, and rushed to the Slytherin table. There, I found Jacob Flint and Derek Baddock, chatting with The Bloody Baron. "Hey Draco! How was you're summer?" Jacob asked, patting the chair next to him, motioning me to sit down as the Bloody Baron swooped away.
"Quite good. My mother bought me a Thunderbolt during her visit to Diagon Alley. It's a bloody fast broom, it is," I said, grinning. But to my amazement, they didn't look quite as surprised as I expected them to be. "Why the not-so-surprised expressions?" I asked, as Dumbledore came in with all the other teachers. "Um.we just heard Potter got one of those too." Derek said, leaning over to be heard over Dumbledore's speech.
"What?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Where in the world could Potter get that much money?" Jacob and Derek stared at each other. "Dunno. We just heard from a Gryffindor first year that Potter said it was a gift from a close friend" Derek said, "Jacob pass the roasted beef." Jacob absent-mindedly handed him a plate of mashed potatoes because he was too busy eating pork chops. "I said roasted beef not mushed remains of a pixie," Derek cried, as he took the plate and saw what it held. I flinched. I was about to reach for the bowl of mashed potatoes but decided against it. All around the table, the people who heard what Derek had said scowled. "Some people are eating here if you guys don't mind." Millicent Bulstrode said, glaring at Derek. "Oh sorry" Derek said thickly through a mouthful of roasted beef.
A few minutes later, the desserts appeared. I ate treacle fudge and looked around the table. Then I finally realized Crabbe and Goyle weren't here. "Hey, where're Crabbe and Goyle? I was with them in the carriage, but I never saw them since." I said, leaning over the look farther down the table. Jacob and Derek looked around too. "There they are!" Jacob said, pointing at the farthest end of the table. I turned around, and saw Crabbe and Goyle talking in low voices with Richard Nott, the son of a Death Eater from what I know. I looked suspiciously at them, but I tried to distract myself with the Yorkshire pudding. We ate for while, until Dumbledore stood up and said, "Now then, I hope you had a wonderful feast. Now I have to ask all of you to go back to your dormitories, because we have a busy day tomorrow."
We all scrambled around to go back to the Slytherin common room, and as I started to go down to the dungeons, a very pretty girl with a graceful figure caught my eye. She had straight brown hair, light make-up and was climbing the marble staircase with two boys, about my age, one with jet black hair and the other had brilliant red hair. I looked closely and gasped. It was Hermione Granger.