She Is A Traitor (Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter 10- The Triwizard Tournament

I tilt my head back and groan, trying to keeping myself from throwing up. I've already emptied some licorice wands out of my stomach and over the side of the carriage.

"Oh god! Why do these stupid things have to be so bumpy?" I say, swallowing more vomit and sending it back to my stomach.

"Yeah! It's bloody awful!" Ron replied, shouting over the pitter patter of the rain.

"The smell of vomit isn't making it any better." Hermione said, sending a dirty look at me.

"Don't look at me, it's not my fault!" (A.N. I don't know if anyone caught my Nanny McPhee/Thomas Brodie-Sangster reference or not) I replied, though a guilty look played across my face.

I noticed Harry staring out at the rain and figured he must be thinking about his scar. Ya know, the famous one. A little while ago he told us that his scar had hurt, and that he had sent a letter to Sirius, his godfather, about it. I shrug it off and turn back to join in on Hermione and Ron's conversation, well, argument, while Neville sits and listens.

Not soon enough we come to a stop, and I exit the carriage as quickly as possible, meaning I had to push Neville out of the way, but oh well. I rush up the stone steps of the gigantic school and wait for the others, who soon join me.

The rain is still coming down hard around us, freezing and wet.

"Blimey," Ron says, shaking his head like a shaggy dog, sending water flying at all of us. "If that keeps up, the lakes going to overflow! I'm soak- ARGH!" A huge red water balloon comes soaring from above so suddenly and hits Ron right on the crown of his head, drenching him. I burst out laughing, having to hold my gut because I'm laughing so much.

Another bomb dropped, barely missing Hermione, and falls at Harry's feet, hitting him from the knees down. I laugh even harder at his expression, and tilt my head up while laughing. Before I could even duck, a blue balloon full of water hits me smack on the nose, covering me in freezing ice-water. I gasp and shiver the others laugh at me. I spit water out of my mouth, and look up to find the culprit of the attack. I see Peeves the poltergeist, who is cackling madly.

"PEEVES! Peeves, come down here at once!" I hear a furious voice from behind me.

I turn to see Professor McGonogall rushing down the steps. She suddenly slips and grabs hold of Hermione's neck to prevent herself from falling. "Ouch-sorry, Miss Granger." Red-faced, Professor McGonogall steadies herself.

I try to hide my giggles, but its nearly impossible. I hear someone else laughing behind me and turn to see Draco staring at me. I stop laughing and my smile drops as I start to glare at the boy, disgusted by him. I turn back around forcefully to see Peeves in front of Professor McGonagall.

"I shall call the headmaster! I'm warning you!" The professor shouted at the smirking poltergeist.

Peeves threw the last of his water bombs at the crowd, who all scream. He then disappears up the marble staircase into the castle.

"Well, move along, then!" McGonagall shouted into the crowd. "Into the great hall, come on."

The whole crowd grumbles as they start to make their way towards the great hall. I go through the large double doors next to Hermione and take in the beautiful dining area, decorated for the start of the year. Golden appliances glitter in the light on every table. The candles float in the air and flicker shadows across the walls. Students, ranging from second-years to seventh-years, sit along every table, talking to each other loudly. In a few places I see a few quiet students, mostly second years who still haven't found any friends here at Hogwarts. The staff sit at a long table facing everyone else. I see Professor Snape sitting beside Professor Sinistra. Potions has always been my best and favorite class, even though Snape is an arse. I am first in the class, much to Hermione's dismay. I just seem to have a feeling about what I need to put in the cauldron. It's pretty great, because it means that Snape can't give me a bad mark. Anyway, There are three empty seats at the staff table. Two of them obviously belong to Professor Mcgonagall and Hagrid. Professor would most likely be overseeing the cleaning of the wet floors, and Hagrid would still be making his way across the lake. But who could the other seat belong to? I know we are in need of a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, since Professor Lupin resigned, but who could our new teacher be? And why isn't he/she here? It doesn't make any sense to me. I walk over to the Gryffindor table and take a seat beside Hermione, across from Ron and Harry.