My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 50 (Year 5)

Theodora's POV

"Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices. First-years ought to know that the Forest in the grounds is out-of-bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now," Professor Dumbledore said after we finished our dinners.

"Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four-hundred-and-sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filch's office door. We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He gestured to the woman, who was wearing all pink, with a bow on top. She wasn't a very pretty woman. She looked more like a toad.

"Tryouts for the house Quidditch teams will take place on the - "The pink woman, cleared her throat loudly, and stood up, making us notice that she wasn't very tall at all.

"Thank you, Headmaster, for those kind words of welcome." She said. Her voice was a high pitch, breathy, and more like a little girl.

"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say! And to see such happy little faces looking up at me!"

"I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends! The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down by the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching."

People started dazing off at her speech. I rested my head on the table. But the women didn't seem to notice anyone dazing off for her speech.

By the time it was over, Dumbledore excused us off to bed, and I stood up, gesturing to the first years.

"First years! Come with me!"

"Hello, Dora." Draco smiled as the first years walked over to us.

"What are you doing here, I have to show the first years."

"We will show the first years." He smiled. I shook my head, smirking.

"No, Blaise and I are showing the first years around," I said, gesturing to Blaise, who was fixing his badge.

"I'll tag along. First years come with me!"

"But you're a Gryffindor." A student shouted. I laughed as Draco glared at him.

"Shut it, you little jack-"

"Draco!" I yelled, as Blaise threw an arm around him.

"Hey Draco, you want to show the first years with us?"

"I'd love to!" Draco grinned,

"Wonderful!" Blaise yelled.

"Let's go!"

We lead the first years out, showing them the way from the great hall to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Who here thinks I'm hot!" Blaise asked. Some people went a little red.

"Blaise you can't ask first years that." I laughed,

"Yes, I can,"

"You're making them uncomfortable, you idiot."

"Shut up, Draco, you think I'm hot don't you?" Blaise asked.

"Yes?" Draco said, unsure.

"I freaking knew it! Theo, I'm stealing your man." Blaise pulled Draco closer to him, trying to kiss his cheek.

"No! Stop that!" I laughed before going back to the first years.

"Yeah, we have the best common room. It's under the lake, so you all should learn the warming spells or you'll freeze to death." I joked, the first years chuckled, as we got to the common room.

"Pureblood!" I bellowed.

"How wonderful," Draco said, as the door opened.

"Girls to the right, boys to the left," Blaise explained, and the others rushed off.

Pansy, Theo, and Daphne stayed on the couch, waiting for us.

"There you guys are. Took you long enough. What are you doing here, Draco?" Pansy asked.

"He wanted to show the first years around with us," I explained, pulling my robe off and sitting down in an armchair.

"I wasn't made a prefect! My only chance!" Draco yelled. I chuckled.

"Whatever," I said. He looked at his watch and signed.

"I got to go, I need to be back or my friends will be suspicious."

"Ugh, I hate your friends." I groaned, standing up and kissing him goodbye. Blaise and Theo whistled.

"Stop that!" Pansy giggled at them.

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Draco's POV

"What's going on here?" Ron and I said, at the same time, as we entered our dorm.

"He's having a go at my mother!" Seamus yelled, pointing at Harry.

"What?" Ron said.

"Harry wouldn't do that — we met your mother, we liked her..."

"That's before she started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about me!" Harry shouted at the top of his voice.

"Oh... oh right," I said, nervously. Harry had been angry for a while now.

"You know what? He's right, I don't want to share a dormitory with him anymore, he's a madman." Seamus yelled.

"That's out of order, Seamus!" I yelled. Both I and Ron were starting to grow red just as Harry was.

"Out of order, am I? You two believe all the rubbish he's come out with about You-Know-Who, do you, you reckon he's telling the truth?"

"Yes, we do!" Ron shouted angrily.

"Then you're mad too!" Seamus yelled.

"Yeah? Well, unfortunately for you, pal, I'm also perfect!" Ron jabbed at his perfect badge, and Seamus glared at him, and the badge, thinking detention would be worth it for this.

"Anyone else's parents got a problem with Harry?" I yelled, as Ron scanned the room.

"My parents are Muggles, mate. They don't know nothing about no deaths at Hogwarts, because I'm not stupid enough to tell them." Dean explained.

"You don't know my mother, she'd weasel anything out of anyone! Anyway, your parents don't get the Daily Prophet. They don't know our Headmaster's been sacked from the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards because he's losing his marbles -"

"My gran says that's rubbish. She says it's the Daily Prophet that's going downhill, not Dumbledore. She's canceled our subscription. We believe Harry. My gran's always said You-Know-Who would come back one day. She says if Dumbledore says he's back, he's back." Neville said, staring straight at Seamus.

No one said anything as Seamus fixed the curtains that must have been ripped off earlier and repaired them before going into his bed. Dean crawled into his bed and rolled over. Neville already had his eyes shut. Ron and I changed into our pajamas before pulling the curtain closed and trying to sleep.