My Choice

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Sitting at the end of the Slytherin table I watched as the first years made new friends and the older students caught back up with each other. I felt so out of place sitting in my green school robes, with torn apart tennis shoes. Looking over to the Gryffindor table I find Fred and George giving me reassuring smiles and Ron glaring over at me, sighing. I look down at the food in front of me, out of the corner of my eye seeing the ring Draco had given me.

"Oh, look who it is, the fake Weasley." A girl with short brown hair said as she pulled my hair.

"Even has fake red hair." Milistrode said as she grabbed another lock of my hair and pulled it. Looking up from my food I glare at the two but choose to just ignore them to keep from getting into trouble.

"Ahh, I think she mute." the pug faced girl said.

"I think you're right, Pansy." The other girl laughed.

"You should honestly leave Slytherin, you and your dirty clothes, I'm sure Gryffindor would love to have another traitor in the mix." Pansy says, was that honestly the worst insult she could come up with? When I don't respond again I feel a hand on the back of my head before my face is shoved into the oatmeal I was eating. I felt the table shake as someone slammed the table.

"Parkinson! What do you think you're doing?" I hear Draco yell. I flinch from the loud noises whiping the food off my face. I see the two girls in front of me have gone pale from fear. "Well? Parkinson, get out of my sight before I put your face into oatmeal." He spat as he got up from his spot with the 7th year students and came over to me, everyone looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"Bu-but she's a blood-traitor and a Weasley!" She screeched as he took a napkin and started to clean my face off.

He looked up to see everyone was staring at us. "We stole a Weasley. We got one of the saints of Gryffindor to become a Slytherin! We should be protecting her instead of bullying her. We should be proud and teach her the correct ways of the wizarding world." Draco said before finishing cleaning my face off. "Let's go." He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him. He walked up to Professor Snape who gave me an annoyed glance before handing Draco both of our time tables.

Draco took one glance at the girls before leading us out of the hall and towards our first class. Our first class was Transfiguration which was simple and easy. I had tried to sit in the back but Draco had dragged me to the front, in front of Professor McGonagall. She had given us each a textbook and had us start taking notes during which she had transformed into a cat. Ron and Potter were late to class and had been humiliated by McGonagall, which was pretty funny.

Our next class was Potions which I was pretty nervous for as I had heard terrible things about Professor Snape, again I tried to sit in the back but Draco yanks me to the front. Man, how much of a teacher's pet you can be?

Draco was telling me about how he's been practicing potions for years, when the door slammed open and Snape came walking in his cap flowing behind him. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few..." Snape drags out as he looks towards Draco, whose pride shines through with a smirk that spreads across his face. "who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." Snape pauses looking over Draco and I towards someone behind us, looking over my shoulder I see Potter writing something on a piece of parchment, as Hermione noticed where Snape was looking she elbowed him so he would stop writing. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention. Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape questioned, sleeping potion I answered in my head. Hermione raised her hand to answer, though she practically jumped out of the seat to do so. Snape chose to ignore her and question Potter further. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Stomach of a goat. Potter seems to be growing annoyed at Snape's antics and looks to Hermione who is bouncing in her seat.