Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part 4 - Vyla's POV

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(The Slytherin Common Room)
(Vyla's PoV)

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Our common room is dungeon-like, with greenish lamps and chairs. This dungeon extends partway under the Black lake-- which I hear is filled with sirens and other beasts-- and it gives the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low-backed black and dark green, button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards. It is decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins-- which I quite enjoy since that's my favorite era to hear about. It has quite a grand atmosphere, but also.... It's always cold.

But right now, I'm sitting in the common room on one of the leather couches, writing in my idea journal, when I hear a band of laughter coming in through the grand entry doors. I barely throw it a glance as Draco and his two goons come in through the opening wall.

Draco spots me on the leather couch and perks up. He tells his goons to go, and then skips over to me with a happy little prance.

I make a gesture between a chuckle and a scoff.

He leans himself up against the back of the sofa and shoots me a sly smirk.

"Why, hello there, Draco." I bid him, "What's got you in such a dandy mood? I thought you'd be in a foul one after Potter rejected you."

"Oh, I was." Draco notes, before tilting his head up, "But then, I thought of the fact that he's going to have a horrible time being around this world of ours."

"Oh? And why would you say that?"

"Haven't you heard? He grew up with muggles. He hasn't the faintest idea of what to do here."

I scoff, "Don't hold your breath, there, buddy."

"Oh, hush up."

"No, you."

"No, you."

"Aye vey. Anyway... I'm sorry I had to be so aggressive with you on the train. But, in my defense, you were out of line."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. Just because our parents raised us away from muggle-borns doesn't mean that we should all reject them."

Draco sighs, "Whatever you say."

I write down a few more sentences before he asks me.

"So... Want to go to the Quidditch field with me?"

"Why?" I sneer, jokingly.

"Because I'm going to be on the team one day, you dunce."

"Aw, is the little Draco Malfoy excited?" I tease.

"Shut it."

He grins.

"So are you going to come with me or not?"

I smirk, "Sure. I guess there's no harm with that."

He laughs, "Then get up, and let's go."

"You could ask nicely."

"My bad," He winks at me, and I shrug it off.