Meant To Be?

7. The First Day

(Y/N POV)

Of course I'd get sorted into the same house for the next SEVEN YEARS with that boy... After the ceremony, Professor Dumbledore speaks some more, and we get our schedules. Okay, it's Wednesday so, uh... I look at my schedule. "Astronomy at midnight??" I accidentally say out loud.

"What's the matter, L/N? Not a night owl?" Draco says to me, laughing. I roll my eyes. "I totally am, Malfoy," I say scoffing. "Whatever," he retorts. "Just try to not be a disgrace to Slytherin, alright?" I look at him. "Really?" He looks me in the eyes, "Something to say?" I open my mouth to say something, but decide against it. Next thing I know, Ron and Harry are at my side defending me.

"Leave her alone, Malfoy," says Harry. I smile at him. Draco laughs, "Come on boys, let's go." They walk off to the common room, and the three of us head to the main yard. "Thank you, Harry," I say, "but you really didn't need to do that."

He nods. "I know, but you're our friend now, so of course, anything for a friend."

(Draco POV)

"Malfoy, why are you being so rude to that girl?" Crabbe bravely asks me. I turn around and stare him dead in the eyes. "You're going to defend a mudblood Slytherin??"

Goyle looks at me confused, "Mudblood?" I sigh and roll my eyes, "Yes, Goyle, mudblood. You know, someone from a Muggle family."

"Malfoy, she's a pureblood." My eyes widen, "What?" I say aggressively.

"All our fathers work together at the ministry."

She's a pureblood... If I'm being honest with myself, I don't even know why I'm being so rude. I guess it comes with the territory and how I was raised.

(Y/N POV)

Later that night, I'm sitting in the Great Hall for dinner with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I'm a Slytherin, but I managed to sit at the Gryffindor table undetected. Professor Dumbledore is doing some welcoming feast, and the four of us are chatting with Ron's brothers and the Gryffindor ghost, Sir Nicholas. "Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asks him. "Like this!" He says enthusiastically, pulling his head almost completely off his shoulders. Hermione groans, Ron almost pukes, but Harry and I look at each other and laugh. Occasionally, I find myself looking over at Draco, and I don't know why. There's just...something about him. But I look over at him again and this time, our eyes meet. He quickly looks away. Was he looking at me too? No...I must be going mad, there's no way.

(Draco POV)

I can't stop looking at her... There's something about her, and I can't seem to get her out of my head.. Wait, did she just look at me? Shoot, she caught me! I quickly look away and engage in conversation with Crabbe and Goyle, pretending that never happened.

(Y/N POV)

He's cute, I won't lie, but he's just too much. I remember when we first met over the summer, in Diagon Alley. I said he was stuck up, and I think I stay true to that because he definitely acts that way. I roll my eyes. Whatever, I can't keep thinking about him. I excuse myself to my friend group and head to the bathroom. I need some air and to throw some water on my face. Clearly I'm not thinking rationally.

(Draco POV)

I watch her get up, slightly hoping she comes to our table, but instead she leaves the Great Hall. I frown and go back to talking with these two idiots. A few minutes later, out of nowhere, Professor Quirrell comes running into the Great Hall.

"TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!" He screams. "Thought you oughta know-" he says before passing out. A few seconds pass and then the entire student body breaks out in screams.

"SILENCE!" Bellows Dumbledore. "Everyone proceed calmly to the Main Yard. Follow the prefects." We follow the Slytherin Prefect outside. I hear the three Gryffindorks talk about Y/N not knowing about the troll, and they run back inside. My eyes widen, and out of sheer impulsiveness, I follow them.