Draco, of course made it into Slytherin. Harry, of course was a Gryffindor.
Draco was pleased he made it in Slytherin, and due to the fact that most of other student had his personality and blood-type, he had no problem befriending the house.
Draco was also pleased that Professor Snape was the head of his house, giving him advantage over the other students that he was family friends, making Snape more fond and lenient toward Draco. He couldn't say the same for their house ghost, the bloody baron, who was extremely creepy looking, and we all know Draco's not the bravest kid.
The fact that Harry Potter was in Gryffindor, assisted Draco as he turned the whole house against him, since Slytherin and Gryffindor were sworn enemies ever since the founders of the school. Draco was furious the boy wouldn't accept his friendship. What is he too good for me? Draco thought furiously whenever someone mentioned him. Well I'll show him.
His first day of school, in his opinion, was an endless drag. They received their schedules from the houses head, Snape. In his very first class, Draco realized not all teachers are going to let him walk over them.
As he walked into the first class, Transfiguration, he noticed there were Slytherin and Hufflepuff students already filling up the rows, Slytherin seated to the right and Hufflepuff on the left. However, they were no teacher in sight.
Sneering at the Hufflepuffs, Draco slid into a seat with Crabbe grabbing the seat beside him near the back corner on the right.
"Aww, look it's the masters of kindness." Smirked Draco, the Hufflepuffs glared at him. "Sure that will help you tons in the real world. You'll defeat anyone with kindness!"
A cat sitting on the Teachers desk turned its head to face Draco. Draco barely noticed. Why would he care if the teacher had a scrawny pet?
The Hufflepuffs turned away. "Oh don't listen to him. He thinks Hufflepuff is bad? He's in Slytherin!"
Draco snarled, "What's that supposed to mean?" He snapped.
The Hufflepuff blinked, surprised he heard him. "Well, uh I meant... Like every bad wizard comes out of..." He trailed off nervously. "What I meant is that being a sneak won't help you either."
Draco stood up in fury, almost sending his desk crashing over. "So being cunning and having ambition won't help me? Is that what you're saying?! You slimy little gits wish you had our talents! Bet mommies really proud that her son has NO talents whatsoever, so the school had to boost his self-confidence to make him feel special because he's KIND." He spat at the Hufflepuff kid. The kid turned a deep red.
"Excuse me." Snapped a sharp voice from the front. The class turned to see a stern-looking women standing at the front of the class in the spot in front of, what appeared to be a cat, had been. The woman was glaring at Draco through her glasses. "I will not accept talking like this in my class Mr...?"
"Draco, Malfoy." Draco muttered looking at the women in surprise. She was the cat?
"Oh. Malfoy. Of course I should've known." She raised her eyebrows had him. "Well Draco. I do not accept any of that behaviour in MY class. You better hope I don't catch you talking to another student, or a group, like that again, yes?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
Draco pursed his lips. "Yes Mr. Malfoy?" She repeated.
"Ya, ya." Draco muttered returning to his seat. When she turned Draco rolled his eyes.
"Good. I would like to inform the class that the reason why Hufflepuff is a house, is because there strength, is just as powerful as any other house." He eyes travelled around the room and landed on Draco. She looked at him firmly, until he turned away scowling.
"Kindness and generosity is the opposite of cruelty and hatred and quite often you'll find that opposites are quite powerful against each other. One of the best ways to overcome evil is with goodness. So yes, "kindness" can defeat enemies." The Professor smiled at the beaming Hufflepuffs.
"This is perhaps the reason why Slytherin and my own Gryffindor are such fierce enemies. You see, Slytherin's abilities often cause fear from their opponent. However, Gryffindor's great bravery can overcome Slytherin's, and vice versa. So every single house has a very big benefit, and I'll make sure every single one of you knows that." He eyes remained on Draco. "But if you still don't understand, I can change that. I have plenty of spare times on my hands." She said pointly.
Draco was smart enough to realize Professor McGonagall was not someone he wanted to cross.
His second class, charms, was a bit better. Professor Flitwick was easier going, in fact he was pathetic. He talked with a high pitch squeaky voice and barely noticed anything that was going on. He was very annoying, especially since he clearly favored the Ravenclaws over the Slytherins.
They didn't really try any spells yet that class. Flitwick mostly just explained how to do charms, any why they are useful, and showed the students some demonstrations.
"This is extremely boring. What a waste of time." Draco complained to Zachary, a Slytherin boy who sat beside him.
His third period class was even worse. It was History of Magic with the Ravenclaws once again. The Ravenclaws were silent during class and didn't bother the Slytherins a bit. The reason why the class was brutal was the teacher. He wasn't strict; in fact he was the opposite. He was a ghost, And all he would do in come in the class sit down and begin reading and you're supposed to take notes. And no matter what's going on in the class, he wouldn't even look up; he'd just continue droning on and on. You couldn't help to wonder if the ghost even noticed his pupils were there.
At first Draco took advantage of the teacher's lenience, fooling around for a good deal of the class. However, by the end of the class everyone was just downright bored and wanted to get out of there.
"Stupidest class I've ever been in. We can read a book on our own!" Draco snarled as they packed up their bags.
Draco's fourth class, which he had been looking forward to, was defense of the dark arts. The teacher, Professor Quirrell, was a shaky thin man, who stuttered on every word he said, and had an ugly turban tightly wrapped around his head. How he got the job, Draco couldn't imagine. He also smelled like garlic, which filled the whole class, and made the class almost unbearable to sit through.
He was very disappointed in the poor quality of teaching and had no doubt that this class will teach him barely anything. However, this was the first class they had with the Gryffindor's, so the room was filled with tension as the opposing houses glared at each other. Soon, Quirrell proved himself also incapable to control his class when little arguments broke out. Draco had amused himself by throwing objects across the room at Potter, ignoring Quirrell's shaky attempts to stop him.
Draco's last class of the day was in the green house, Herbology. The teacher was a fat, short ugly woman, called Professor Sprout. She squawked on excitably about pathetic plants and creatures that Draco had no interest learning about. Within minutes he zoned her out and instead spent his energy giving the Hufflepuffs dirty looks. No McGonagall here to protect your butts now he glared at them.
By the time they were released, Draco was happy they only had to do that three times a week. Instead of Herbology tomorrow, he had no class during 5th and then Astronomy at Midnight. And on Friday, they don't have Herbology either.
They only had potions on Friday with Snape, but it was a double class. Oh, and with the Gryffindor's. Great.
Draco passed by the notices on the way back to the dungeon, where there Slytherin common room was. He noticed two that interested him. Firstly, the Quidditch tryouts. He knew he couldn't play this year, but he was excited to watch his house team anyways. The second notice was for all first years. Flying lessons. Draco rolled his eyes. Well, at least he'd ace this one. On Wednesday after 5th for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs and on Thursday after 5th for the Gryffindors and Slytherins. On the back field.
"Can't wait to see muggle-raised Harry potter try to fly a broom," Snickered another Slytherin behind Draco. Draco smirked. Oh ya! Forgot about that. He can't fly.
Neville Longbottom, that crazy idiot, walked by murmuring.
"What are you doing down here Longbottom?" Draco snapped. The weird kid jumped nearly 10 miles and bounced back in fright.
"Please… um I was just... Looking for something… that I lost!" Neville whimpered walking back slowly.
The Slytherins laughed as Neville sprinted up the stairs. "How did that kid get into Gryffindor? A pansy if I ever saw one." Draco sneered.
"He's such an embarrassment to pure-bloods." An older Slytherin scowled. Draco nodded in agreement, "Obliviate" Goyle muttered the password in front of Draco, and the entrance to the common room swung open.
"My father said that lunatics like that kid shouldn't even been allowed to come to Hogwarts. Like, what's he going to get out of it? He so stupid he can't do anything." Draco told anyone who would listen.
They climbed into the common room. Draco exhausted, decided to go straight to bed. He was nearly asleep when he remembered his father wanted to know what was going on.
Annoyed he grabbed a paper and a quill. He hesitated. How much did he really want his father to know?
He stared at the blank sheet his eyes watering he was so tired.
He started slowly;
Father,
As you ordered, I'm telling you about what happened today. What happened was that I went to class. Most of them were boring. You should tell the ministry to replace Professor Binns. He's useless. Nothing really happens on the first day. No homework yet. The school is sending home a weekly schedule to our homes. We have flying class on Thursday after classes. Ya, that's about it with me. I didn't get expelled yet at any rate.
The kid, well he's a loser. He's really stupid. Definitely not what you thought he was. Average student. Nothing special. I think I'm much better than him at everything and it's only the first day, and I can already tell. The only friends he's made are the Weasley's and that Longbottom kid. So ya, he's a waste.
Make sure my broom is okay.
Draco.
Draco didn't even bother trying to fix it even though he knew it was NOT what his father had wanted. Oh well. He'll have to deal with it. I'm tired. He thought as he watched the owl fade into the darkness of the night.
Harry Potter, what a joke.