Blue Blooded Witch
Chapter Two
I found myself managing to get detention with a certain blonde-haired boy everyone hates on my first day. How did that happen? A series of taunts, and then my retaliation. And a professor who has a grudge against people like me, I assume.
The day began great. I had most classes with Matilda, and had a class with Hagrid with Hermione, Ron, and Harry. And one class with Regina. I was overjoyed when potions class came up, since I heard Ron, Hermione, Harry and Matilda were in it with me. I automatically took a seat next to Matilda, and smiled at her, at which she nodded and smiled back politely. And right when Snape walked in, I had this overwhelming feeling of burning hatred and annoyance, and I frowned visibly. He talked with that sly, deep voice of his, and explained the basics in a very rude way, I must say. He explained an assignment he was assigning us, and told us he would pair us up with partners.
And guess who I got? Draco Malfoy.
I knew it by the glint in Snape's eye, and the way he seemed to look smug when he called my name, followed by Malfoy's. I growled, and Matilda pat my back in sympathy, and I walked over to his table, sitting down and frowning at him.
"Alright, Malfoy. I don't like you, and you don't like me, but I want to get a good grade in this class, so let's be civil, shall we?"
He stared me down, eyes narrowed and filled with a misty wave of annoyance, before he smirked and said, "Alright."
Maybe that's when I hated him even more. It began fine, and we were doing everything right, but then Malfoy told me to grab the Sneezlewart something weird-sounding like that.
"The what now?" I asked, appalled. He stared at me, and repeated himself angrily.
"I said, pass me the sneezewort."
I blinked, then made an 'oooh!' kind of noise and grabbed it obediently, hading it to him with a bright smile. He stared at me, then growled, grabbing it and slamming it on the table angrily.
"Are you stupid!?" He cried in anger. "That's not Sneezewort!"
I scowled. Hey, I was new at this; he didn't have to be so mean! I crossed my arms and gave him by best intimidating stare, and then hissed,
"Well, sorry! You need to calm down, mister temper!"
He scowled right back at me, and slapped his hand on the table, glaring at me so angrily that I almost, almost, backed up. But I didn't. I stood my ground, chin tilted in the air, eyes flashing and narrowed dangerously.
"You're such a jerk, Malfoy." I growled. "Go snog that pug-girl Pantsy or whatever her name is!" I growled.
"It's Pansy, and I wouldn't snog her!" He retaliated angrily. I forced a cruel smirk.
"Oh? Could've fooled me. I assumed, with the way you look and act, all the girls stayed a clear distance from you and you would do anything to get some ass—"
I was cut off when he jerked forward and slammed me against the wall. I guess our ruckus wasn't reaching Snape's ears, but when Malfoy slammed me against the wall and I cried out, Snape stormed over looking like an angry hurricane ready to create some chaos. I shuddered under his angry stare, and slumped against the wall when he shouted, "Detention! Both of you! And ten points taken from Slytherin!" He snapped, stalking off. Malfoy turned and glared at me, like it was my fault, and released me, storming back to the table.
And all this over some measly Sneezlewart. Or whatever.
So here we were, cleaning Snape's office, a 'perfectly fit punishment for you two' as he had sneered at us. I scowled to myself as I put a box on the top shelf, and then bit my bottom lip. Since when was I so mean? I never yelled at anyone, or hated anyone other then Jake. But this boy…hes changing my personality completely. I decided right then and there I would make things right, so I turned to him with a gentle gaze, and bowed a bit; a way of saying sorry in my own way.
"Sorry, Malfoy." I said as kindly as I could muster. He looked completely bewildered into silence, so I continued. "I'm new at this, so I made a mistake. Can you forgive me?" I looked up and forced a small smile. He stared at me in complete shock, and then laughed. Seriously, he tossed his head back and laughed. I watched him calmly, my hands at my side, moving when I turned to stack some messy papers on his desk.
"Whatever, snob." He sneered. I ignored him, and stacked the papers, before turning and working on wiping the dust off the shelves. Snape didn't even give us any cleaning supplies. It was just like him, too. I wiped the dust on my pants and sighed, scratching my chin and looking around. We finished cleaning, but we still had ten minutes left, so I sat in Snape's chair and decided to entertain myself by spinning in it. I did so, stopping with my feet on the wall, then pushing off and spinning around, grinning wildly like a maniac.
Malfoy watched me with an annoyed, yet somewhat amused look, which he hid, of course. He scowled at me and crossed his arms, snorting in annoyance at my childish behavior.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" He snapped. I stopped by brining my feet out and pushing them against the wall, tilting my head to peer at him calmly.
"Playing." I said simply, spinning around so fast I lost my balance and tumbled off the chair. I landed on my back and began to laugh, clutching my stomach with my legs in the air. Malfoy watched me in awe, and then scowled.
"Stop that!" he snapped. I blinked, then asked casually,
"Do you love Matilda?"
He simply stared at me like I was crazy. I rolled up to sit, crossing my legs and staring at him with scrunched eyes, as if staring through him, yet deep within his soul. Oh wait, he doesn't have one, right.
"You always find ways to make her mad, or annoyed at you. You just want her to look at you, right?"
He gaped at me, and then growled like a Pomeranian. Eh, I thought so, at least. I watched him with a shy smile, then smoothed my hair down and adjusted my shirt, avoiding his angry gaze.
"You're not denying it." I pointed out. He went red with—what? Embarrassment of getting caught? Anger? Annoyance? All of the above? Or maybe hes having an allergic reaction.
"I don't." He said coldly, with such ease I almost believed him. Almost. I shrugged, since I knew the truth, and turned away from him, crawling back onto the chair and spinning again. I almost fell out when Snape suddenly slammed the door open and glared at me. I squealed, and jumped from the chair, blushing a bright red.
"Sorry!" I said, my voice a bit high and squeaky. He said something Snape-like, and I darted from the room, utterly terrified. And I was having so much fun, too. I went back to the common room, flopping onto the couch and covered my face with my hands. Maybe that bat demon girl could occupy me. But I would have to wait, and by the time the common room would be empty, I'd probably be tired anyway.
I sighed, and sat up, deciding I was now officially tired, and slipped off the couch, headed towards my room. I slipped into my bed, catching a glimpse of Matilda looking up from reading her book before I closed my eyes and turned my back to her, feigning sleep.
Silence.
I contemplated my day, from beginning to end, all the conversations and the faces, and the emotions. Glee anger, annoyance, fun, happiness…maybe being a witch wasn't as terrifying as I had assumed it would be. I was meeting so many people, and experiencing so many different things.
And so on the very first night of my real day at Hogwarts, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.