When Hearts Take Control-Draco Malfoy love story #Wattys2016

Back at Hogwarts

All the students got welcomed back warmly by the professors. Us four got very welcomed back by Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and Hagrid, the gamekeeper.

We then said hello to our other friends that we haven't seen over the holidays. We all sat in our house tables and clapped as the new first year Hogwarts students got sorted into their houses. Lots went into Gryffindor, and lots also went into Slytherin, the house that Gryffindors hate the most.

I took the hair lucky off and let my beautiful straight light ash blonde hair fall down to my waist as Professor Dumbledore made his way up to the front of the teacher's tables.

"This year, Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament! Three schools will be coming, one student from each. Now Beauxbatons- welcome them to Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said as the doors opened to the Great Hall, and pretty girls in gorgeous blue dresses ran in gracefully, making all the boys stare.

I rolled my eyes with Hermione as Ron turned around when the girls passed them. I saw one girl in particular did some amazing ballet moves with a smaller girl in a gymnastics outfit, doing acrobatics next to her. They bowed and everyone clapped, mostly the boys.

Then came the boys of Durmstrang who were very proud looking rough people who were carrying staffs which sparked at the bottom as it hit the ground. Then, the best Seeker in the world in Quidditch walked past us, making all the girls stare in awe, and making Ron say

"Blimey, it's him! Viktor Krum!"

After the schools were introduced, Dumbledore got Barty Crouch to tell everyone that you could only place your name in the Goblet of Fire if you were seventeen, no younger. Everyone went wild with anger, but they were the rules.

Then Professor Dumbledore introduced us to a very particularly different teacher named Professor Moody. He kept drinking something in a small flask. It didn't look like he liked to drink it much, but he kept drinking it.

"What do you suppose he's drinking?" I asked Harry.

Hermione turned to Harry too, for an answer.

"I don't know." Harry replied curiously, watching the teacher.

"I don't think it's pumpkin juice though." Ron added bluntly, staring disgustedly at the flask.

He turned away from the drink. Then the food appeared on the tables. Everyone tucked in and ate. Ron was hungry- like always and wouldn't stop eating his roast chicken. I got up to get some water from the flask on the other end of the table when I bumped into someone. I didn't know who it was.

"Ow." I muttered, rubbing my forehead, looking up.

Then I noticed it was Draco Malfoy. I didn't really like him at all.

"Stark." Draco said to me, not smiling.

"Malfoy." I replied bitterly.

"Hanging out with those mudbloods again, are you Stark? Bloody waste of time if you ask me. They're worthless." He said meanly.

"They're my friends Malfoy!" I shot back angrily. "But it's not like you you'll ever get any."

Draco's face turned dark as he glared at me.

"I hang out with people that are worth hanging out with, Stark."

At that moment, Harry walked up to me, staring at Draco coldly.

"What are you doing? Go away, Malfoy." He said angrily.

I watched as the two boys glared at each other.

"Why don't you make me, Potter? I see you and your friend over there get in my way." Draco sneered back, giving me a nasty look which I returned.

"Oh I'll make you move!" Harry said, losing his temper and advanced towards Draco who ducked.

I quickly grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back.

"Harry!" I yelled, pulling him back and keeping him next to me. 

The two boys glared at each other again, and Harry finally backed off, giving Draco a cold stare. Draco returned that stare as he took his seat again.

I didn't feel thirsty anymore, so I ran back to the Gryffindor table with Harry by my side. We sat back down and Harry told Hermione and Ron how much he hated Malfoy. I looked over my shoulder at the Slytherin table, and saw Draco staring straight at me. When he saw me staring, he gave me a wierd stare and looked away, talking to his friends, I rolled my eyes. He's probably talking about me hanging out with "mudbloods". What a jerk!

"I can't stand that freak!" Harry said angrily to Hermione, Ron and me.

Ginny came and sat down next to me quietly.

"Did he say anything to you, Hannah?" Ron asked, turning to me.

"No, I'm fine Ron." I replied, taking a bite off a pear.

"Good." Ron said bitterly. "If he did, Harry and I would kick his ass!"

"Ron!" Hermione hissed, hitting him on the shoulder harshly.

"What?" Ron replied, looking annoyed, but smiling.

"There're little kids around." Hermione whispered back angrily, pointing over her shoulder as some first years walked past us with little plates.

"Oh sorry." Ron mumbled back, and turned to his plate.

The food on the table instantly changed into dessert. Puddings, cakes, tarts and muffins and desserts of all sorts filled the empty plates on the tables. I picked up a jam tart as Ron licked his lips and picked up a big muffin. Ginny quietly ate her jelly.

"Hey Hannah." She smiled.

I laughed and said hey, eating my jam tart. "Sorry I barely talked to you all day."

Ginny laughed it off.

"That's OK." Then swallowed her voice. "Boys can be so wierd sometimes, can't they?" she whispered to me.

I nodded back in agreement. "Ron and Harry are like two very over-protective brothers." I replied. "Especially Harry."

Ginny nodded too. 

"It must be nice to have Ron as a brother." I said to her. "You guys can hang out all the time and do pranks with Fred and George."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh Hannah you don't know what it's like at home!" She said, resting her head on her hand like she's got a headache already.

I laughed. "Come on, Gin, it can't be that bad. It's Ron!" I smiled at her.

"Exactly." Ginny said. "It's Ron. And Fred, and George and Percy and so many others and all of them are boys!" she whined.

I giggled and playfully gave her a gentle push. 

"But they're not so bad, like you said." Ginny replied with a smile.

I nodded back, giggling and laughing.