Draco's POV
"Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent!" Lockhart yelled, strutting on a long table. Snape glared at him, his eyes flicking at his wand, and back to Lockhart.
"Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I have done on countless occasions - for full details, look at my publish work."
"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry - you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!" Snape's mouth twitched in an annoyed forced smile.
Lockhart and Snape bowed at each other before turning and taking ten steps away from each other. Then they pointed their wands at each other.
"As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," Harry muttered, watching Snape.
"One...two...three!"
"Expelliarmus!" Snape yelled, and Lockhart flew back, landing right on his back.
"I hope he's okay," Hermione whispered, Ron scoffed. I glanced at Theo, who looked at Lockhart, full of worry.
"Who cares!" The three of us replied, she rolled her eyes at us. Lockhart stood up, face flushed, as he fixed his wavy hair.
"Well, there you have it! That was a Disarming Charm - as you see, I've lost my wand - ah, thank you, Miss Brown - yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy - however, I felt it would be instructive to let them see..." He said, watching Snape's murders gaze.
"Enough demonstrating! I'm going to come amongst you now and put you all into pairs. Professor Snape, if you'd like to help me -"
They walked around partnering us all up, Snape stood in front of me, before scanning the crowd, before his eyes landed on Blaise Zabini.
"Zabini! Malfoy! You two are together." Blaise Zabini nodded, walking up to me.
"Malfoy," He greeted, I nodded stiffly at him.
"Zabini,"
"Dora has told us all about you." He muttered, I glared at him,
"Only I can call her Dora!" I snapped, angrily. He chuckled, taking his wand out.
"Wands at the ready!" Lockhart shouted,
"When I count to three, cast your charms to disarm your opponents - only to disarm them - we don't want any accidents - one ... two ... three -"
"Rictusempra!" I shouted, and Zabini flew back, landing on his butt. I smiled as he glared up at me,
"I said disarm only!" Lockhart snapped at us, my wand twitched in my hand, fighting the urge to try and hex him myself.
"Sorry, Professor," I muttered before he walked over to Harry and Theodora. Zabini grabbed his wands muttering something before my legs started feeling like jelly.
"Stop!" Snape yelled, he pointed his wand at me, undoing the spell quickly.
"Let's have a volunteer pair - Longbottom and Finch-Fletchley, how about you -" Lockhart started saying,
"Bad idea, Professor," Snape said, almost spitting the last word out.
"Longbottom causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending what's left of Finch-Fletchley up to the hospital wing in a matchbox. How about Jones and Potter?" Snape's face twisted into an evil smile.
"Excellent idea!" Lockhart clapped, he gestured for Harry and Dora to walk in the middle of the room.
"Scared?" She teased,
"You wish!" Harry snapped back.
"Three - two - one - go!"
"Serpensortia!" She yelled. Then a long black snake, slipped out her wand, landing on the ground with a loud thud. Some people screamed, and backed away, as Theo and Snape smirked proudly.
"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you." Snape said,
"Allow me!" Lockhart smiled, taking his wand out. A white light shot out of Lockhart's wand, then the snake floated up for a second before falling hard again. It hissed out angrily, starting to slither to Justin Finch-Fletchley.
Then Harry stepped forward and started...hissing. The snake stared at Justin, still wanting to attack. Harry kept speaking, though and the snake finally turned to Harry.
"What do you think you're playing at?" Justin yelled, before storming out the hall. Snape waved his wand, and the snake disappeared.
"Come on! Move!" Ron muttered, pushing Harry out the hall, with Hermione and I following her.
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We didn't talk until we reached the Gryffindor common room. Ron pushed Harry into a car,
"You're a Parselmouth. Why didn't you tell us?" I asked,
"I'm a what?" He asked, confused.
"A Parselmouth! You can talk to snakes!" Ron explained,
"I know. I mean, that's only the second time I've ever done it. I accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once - long story - but it was telling me it had never seen Brazil and I sort of set it free without meaning to that was before I knew I was a wizard -"
"A boa constrictor told you it's never seen Brazil?" Ron exclaimed,
"So? I bet loads of people here do it." I shook my head,
"No, they can't. It's not a very common gift. Harry this is bad, very bad." I muttered,
"What's bad? What's wrong with everyone? Listen, if I hadn't told that snake not to attack Justin -" Harry's voice was starting to rise, in annoyance.
"Oh, that's what you said," Ron said, looking a little relieved.
"What d'you mean? You were there - you heard me -"
"We heard you speaking Parseltongue. Snake language. You could have been saying anything - no wonder Justin panicked, you sounded like you were egging the snake on or something - it was creepy, you know?" Ron explained,
"I spoke a different language? But - I didn't realize - how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?" Harry asked, gaping at us.
"D'you want to tell me what's wrong with stopping a massive snake biting off Justin? What does it matter how I did it as long as Justin doesn't have to join the Headless Hunt?" Harry snapped,
"It matters," Hermione said, speaking up for the first time.
"Because being able to talk to snakes was what Salazar Slytherin was famous for. That's why the symbol of Slytherin House is a serpent." Harry stared at us shocked, his mouth falling open.
"Exactly. And now the whole school's going to think you're his great-great-great-great-grandson or something -"
"But I'm not!" Harry yelled,
"He lived a thousand years ago. For all, we know you could be." I muttered, trying not to anger him anymore.
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My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy
FanfictionDraco Malfoy could never ask for anything more, he was sorted into his favorite house, Gryffindor, became best friends with the golden trio, and has a happy kind family. But there's only one thing that annoys him, Theodora Jones, his best friends en...
