To Live with Decite or to Die with Honor
Chapter 3
A New Girl , From Where?
BRING BRING!
I slam my hand on that annoying buzzer that wakes me up every bloody morning. This is just another day of school, why did I have to be awake...why...
I slowly, and I do mean slowly, got out of bed and went to my messy wardrobe. 'Green or Black today? What does it matter, I have to stain them with blood anyway...'
The depressing thoughts of lastnight came back to me in such a flood that I almost collapsed. Killing Dumbledore will be hard, but I have to, because I know that the Dark Lord will kill me if I dont. Why do I have to do this? Why not some other Death Eater. That is right. I am a Death Eater now. Proud enough Mom?I bloody well hope so, because I'm not.
I never really wanted to do this, even if it ment proving to my parents that I could be all they wanted. I'm always trying to impress them, but it never seems to work, no matter how hard I try, they never tell me that they are proud, they never tell me i did a good job, they just tell me that I should do better.
I pick myself off the floor and pull out my clothes and get dressed, moving from my room down the staircase, to the portrait, letting it swing open for me. I walked out, and the portrait man just "HUMPH"ed me and I continued on with a smirk like no other.
Down in the Great Hall, people were buzzing around and eating, I noticed Potter and his Pose sitting at the Griffindore table, and I tear my eyes away from them, and my plans to murder them, and searched for Crabbe and Goyle, my only..."friends". And I spotted the large pair, because they took up more than three spaces, determined to ensure my spot.
I walked over to them, and they pushed a kid off his chair so I could have my spot. Watchng the kid fall was halarious! He jus hit the ground no resistance! Good stuff. I laughed with my commrades. This is what I lived for, to see kids go through pain and endure harsh words, not too proud of that, but it made me feel better about myself, a bit. It isnt a very...honourable thing, but if it makes you feel better right?
"Hi, Draco." Crabbe's deep voice echoed through my head.
"Yeah.Hi." I replied simply.
"God that Potter, makes me so mad!" Goyle expressed whilst bending a fork while looking at him, "Always gets the girls."
Goyle secretly had this huge crush on mudblood Granger. Something about "he doesnt care about breed." Whatever, it isnt me.
"Pass the eggs you dolt!" I yelled at Crabbe, who was staring off into space, as usual. You would almost think he had a brain to think with, almost. He snapped out, and clumsily handed the round bowl to me, and I placed some of the scrambled eggs onto my plate.
"What do we have first?" Goyle asked Crabbe.
"Potions, and then…uh…..Draco, what do we have after potions?"
Everyday it was the same thing, one would know what was happening, but only for a little while, and once they couldn't figure it out, they would ask me. Routine. Something valued by my parents, so assuming I would take over for my Father (if he ever got back his job, which was doubtful, and if he got out of Azkaban. ) in the Ministry of Magic, in some high office, I would have to get used to routines. So it is at this point that I calmly react to my …bodyguards, if you will.
"Biology." in monotone. Not like business was talked in any other tone! I sighed, my eggs now all gone, so I lifted myself from the table, but was shot down by Dumbledore tapping on his glass, as if to make an announcement.
"Good morning students! I have some very wonderful news! We just recived a new witch from a different country! She will be with us for the rest of the year!
"Our new student is from…Canada"
Crabbe leaned in closer to me, "Where is Canada?" he asked perplexed. I shook and bowed my head in shame of his absolute stupidity.
"She is now going to have to be sorted. Mr. Filch will you please bring out the sorting hat?"
And Filch scampered off to retrieve the Sorting Hat from Dumbledore's office, while all of us stood staring at the girl who stood with her face covered, hiding from the world in all of the embarrassment. And in a few minutes of small whispers and several sneers, Filch was back and with an old, tattered hat, with a curved point proving it's age, despite the patches of green, red, yellow and blues. He set the hat on the chair that Dumbledore seemingly put there, then Dumbledore pointed to the chair, invitingly. The girl then quickly ran up to the hat, and sat down, letting McGonagall place the Sorting Hat on her head, with no joyous poem, or hymn or song, or whatever you wish to call it, but it instantly came to life and she just sat there, her short hair, amazingly covering all of her face.
"Hmm, this one is difficult. What's that? What did you just think? Not Hufflepuff, very well, Oh! What's this, no Ravenclaw either?" at these comments, the two houses huffed, and puffed, in outrage. While the Slytherin and Griffindor tables sat eagerly awaiting the wish of the girl. Now there being only two choices, the hat would probably have an easier decision, right? I wouldn't know, because I'm not a hat, or a magical one at that. So I too sat and patiently waiting on the Hat. This was taking up class time! I mean, if it can't make up it's mind, it is fine with me!
"Slytherin, full of dark magic, and things that will serve you well in the future. Griffindor, for your hidden courage, that you have yet to find. Hmm…difficult indeed. What's that? You don't care, as long as it is one of those two? Very well…My decision is…………."
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Classes resumed after that little sorting fiasco, and I had to scurry down to the dungeons to go to Potions. Crabbe and Goyle typically behind me, silently pretending that they can think. Stupidity, it is rather amusing. When you can sit and watch someone bang their head off the table, because they get mad at themselves, and thinking about how many brain cells they are going to be missing when N.E.W.T's come along, all you can do is laugh. Or at least all I can do is laugh.
Potions was as organised as usual. Snape was late, and all the students were huddled around in their groups of friends, not even bothering to prepare for this advanced class. No Potter this year, which I'm pleased to announce, less of a distraction as I try and prepare for my N.E.W.T's Crabbe and Goyle had made it into this class, amazingly , more like I just kept walking, and entered Professor Snape's class.
But to my surprise, when the teacher entered, and all the students that hadn't already scrambled to their seats, did, the teacher was not Professor Snape. It was some other teacher. 'What is this? Snape should be teaching! Why the bloody hell isn't he here?' was all I could think.
I looked around at all the other unsuspecting students, and I could see that their faces were as equally shocked, including that pathetic know-it-all Granger, all but that new girl who I had yet to meet, but I suppose I should have to introduce myself, considering she is in my House. 'Later…'
Class ended and I ran off towards the girl who was speeding down the hallways faster than I probably could on my Nimbus 2001. (An excellent broom, I haven't had the chance to get the Fire Bolt yet, stupid Potter does though)
Once I caught up to her I rested my hand on her shoulder, and she went rigid. I instantly removed my hand, shocked at the reaction to such a simple gesture. She turned to me, and god be damned, she was the hottest girl I have ever seen. A few inches shorter than me, golden brown hair, that covered part of her face, she had blue eyes that were almost black. Her face was generally pale but her cheeks were a pale pink, and not a zit in sight! BONUS! He lips were of a small proportion, and were a even softer pink than her cheeks.
"Can I help you?" she cocked one eyebrow with her Canadian Accent.
"I-I-I'm sorry. I'm Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prefect. I technically am in charge of you, so I wanted to know what your next class is and if I could help you to it." A quick smile for some odd reason appeared on my face.
" Oh," she blushed across her face and I just stood waiting for her answer. "Ya, I guess. I have Biology. In like …Greenhouse 3 or something…"
"Ya I have that class too! Come with me, but quickly, or else we'll be late, and well…Sprout isn't the type of teacher to let lates go."
"Ok," and she followed after me in a quickened pace.
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