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Draco and I strolled into the library at 5 minutes to 2, looking around to see if Ross or Tom had turned up early. They hadn't, so I looked to see if anyone I recognised was around. Sure enough, Jack was sat at a table with his friend, who I recognised from Astronomy class. She had long blonde wavy hair, and blue-gray eyes. She constantly wore a smile. It was quite scary, how happy she always was, really.

We chose a table as far away as we could, whilst still being able to keep an eye out for any imminent trouble.

We talked, very quietly, until Ross and Tom turned up.

"About time," I teased, as they strode in.

"Hey, you were early," Tom joked.

"Yeah, how do you find the time to show up early? We've had mountains of homework," Ross chimed in.

"We're first years, remember?" I laughed.

"I suppose," Ross answered. "Anyway, how the hell did you master being able to change your features so quickly? It normally takes years for a metamorphmagus to master even the smallest things…"

"I don't know. I'm a really quick learner; always have been. My parents tried to teach me a little, like how to control it so my emotions don't have too much free reign. It's very difficult. But the looks on everyone's faces was so worth it,"

Draco chuckled.

"Yeah, I have to admit, that was pretty priceless…" Tom commented.

We all started laughing, but were quickly silenced by Madam Pince.

I glanced over at Jack, who looked somewhat upset. I hadn't seen him looking over to where we sat, so I presumed it can't have been us.

About half an hour later, we decided to go outside. It was a relatively alright day, as November goes, but we parted ways for a few minutes to grab our scarves regardless. We decided it'd be nice to visit the Quidditch pitch, since the Gryffindors were practising and it seemed like it'd be fun to watch.

We got there, to see Oliver Wood, a fifth year, who captained the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flying alongside Harry Potter. So that's who the new Gryffindor seeker was…

"Blimey, Potter's amazing!" Ross was in awe of the two boys whizzing around the pitch like they'd been doing it their whole life.

"Oh, this is my fault. Now we have no chance of winning our first match…" Draco looked upset.

"Why's it your fault?" Ross and Tom both asked.

"In our first flying lesson, Draco threw Neville Longbottom's Remembrall, and Harry got straight on his broom and bloody caught it. Must have been almost 50ft he dived!" After catching the look of disgust on Draco's face, I changed my tone. "He's such a goody two-shoes. It was pretty funny when Madam Hooch caught him, though. We thought he was going to get expelled the way she was talking to him!"

"He deserved every word of it." Draco spat.

I'd never seen him and Potter around together, but I'd seen the looks they gave each other. If looks could kill, they'd both have dropped down dead the first time I'd seen them lay eyes on each other.

I didn't see any reason for them to hate each other other than the fact that Harry's a Half-Blood. But then, a lot of people in the school were, and I'd never seen him stare them down like they've killed his family.

After watching the lions practise a bit more, we decided we'd best go back to our common rooms in case anyone was wondering where we'd all gone. After saying our goodbyes to the very friendly 3rd year Ravenclaw boys, we made our way down to the dungeons.

As we entered the great hall for dinner, I looked around for Jack. I couldn't see him anywhere, which was unusual…

We sat down at our table, and helped ourselves to the delicious food that was there. The house elves always made the best food.

"Draco, have you ever seen a house elf?" I asked

"Of course I have. My family happens to own one. His name's Dobby,"

"Really? I've never seen one before…"

"You don't want to. They're filthy things. It does pretty much all of the house work for us though, so I can't really complain…"

"And is Dobby as good at cooking as the Hogwarts house elves?"

"Oh, he's much better. He makes the best stew,"

We carried on eating in silence, for the most part. As soon as the meal was over, we all retired to our common rooms for the night.

Crabbe and Goyle were sprawled across the sofas, talking about the lessons they'd had that week. Daphne, Pansy and Millicent were at the table, playing exploding snap. Draco and I decided to make a start on our Potions essay. We knew Snape would be lenient if we didn't get it in on time, but it was something to do.

"Ross and Tom were nice." Stated Draco.

"I know. How many snake fangs was it for cure for boils?"

"Six. Think they'd let us in their common room if we asked?" Draco laughed.

"Not likely, after what we did with the place last time…" I joked.