Chapter 3- Transfiguration and Flying Lessons
First class was Transfiguration. I was writing down the way to turn a quill into a bird when Potter and Weasel walked in late. I was pissed because they messed up my concentration. I was thinking of what shoes to wear with my uniform tomorrow. "Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter. Why are you late?" McGonagall said. "We got lost." Weasley said. "Maybe if I turn you two into a watch you'll be on time. Now said down and do your work." McGonagall said.
Potter sat in front of me. I was daydreaming so I didn't notice. So we're doing our work and I put my hand up because I need an honest opinion, because this depended on everything. "Professor?" I said. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said. "I would like to know, should I wear my hair like this or should I like Granger but with green highlights?" I said. The class started laughing.
"I really don't know. You are a very strange boy, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said. "I'm not strange. I like to express my individuality." I said. "Yes he does, he has a Barbie Doll. He named it after his mum; Barbie Narcissa Malfoy." Crabbe said. They started laughing again. "Simmer down. Class dismissed." We filed out of the classroom. I went back to my common room and dropped off my books because the next class was Flying Lessons with Madam Hooch. We had to use the school brooms; I wish I could use mine. Mine was so much prettier.
"Welcome. Step up to your broom and say up." Madam Hooch said. As soon as Potter say up his broom flies into his hands, when I say up my broom flies into my hands and I look at him to say "I could do it to." "When I blow my whistle, hover for a minute then touch back down." Then that idiot Longbottom shoots into the air, bumping into the castle walls until he fell on the ground. Madam Hooch ran up to him and took him to the hospital. He dropped his remembrall so I decided to take it.
"Did you see the look on his face? If he would have squeeze this he would have fallen on his fat arse." I said. Then Potter had to stick his two cents in. "Give that back. Malfoy." Potter said. "Make me." I hoped on my broom and flew into the air. Potter came up after me. "Give that back Malfoy!" Potter said again. "No, it's mine and I want to keep it." I said. Potter flew up to me and punched me in my stomach. I'm not going to lie, t hurt like hell. So I threw it and he flew after it and caught it.
When I came back down McGonagall came out of the castle. "Harry Potter? Come with me." How dare he hit me? I'm far too fabulous for that. I hope he gets in trouble that wanker. I am a Malfoy. Now I have to get my whole outfit repressed and dry-cleaned. Yes we purebloods do use dry-cleaning.