I'm not my father- Draco Malfoy

1. Darling Dragón

I've been dreading the day of this transfer. Mutatio Escuela de Artes Mágicas back in México was home and the fact that my mother chose to change jobs form the Oficinas de la Real Magia to the Ministry of Magic is disturbing. I've heard a lot of things about Hogwarts, but I just know no one here knows I'm royalty and should be treated as such, and also my mother made me swear not to say anything... but that's a story of another day.

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I wake up in my new house. I'm not complaining it is pretty. The views that overlook the lake surrounding the house are breathtaking, trees of pink and blue flowers inundate my front yard and everything is so full of color, sadly if you look to the right you see almost a mile away, a dark house full of sombre looking gargoyles and flora that seems at the edge of dying, it is unbelievably sad to watch, but I mean, you do you. Who am I to judge the owners of a mansion? They can do whatever they want with their money.

Now I notice I've spent way too much time analysing. Let's stop, it's time for school. I get ready for school and pack my bags (my mom is dropping me off today since Hogwarts is an internship and I'll have to sleep there). I go down stairs and eat breakfast. My mom comes down and greets me with a "Buenos días, mi Mar". Forgot to mention my name is Martina Villaleón. Yes from Marco Villaleon. He is my abuelo, though, again, we don't talk about that.

After some time we apparate right outside of Hogwarts. We walk through the castle, interesting... a redhead boy and a cute brunette with glasses seem to argue to death about some dragon? Oh well, I guess this is Hogwarts ladies and gents. My mom (Leticia) walks into Dumbledore's office like he's an old friend, and he completely reciprocates. I'm glad she knows him so well because if my mother likes a person that much it means I do too, and therefore my new Headmaster is a trustworthy person. Minerva McGonagall, who is to be my transfiguration teacher is also there. It is the moment to be sorted into my house. Though I'm 15, I'm nervous and excited to see in which house I'm in. The sorting hat screams Ravenclaw, and I'm glad. I really didn't want to be in Slytherin or Gryffindor, their rivalry is as stupid as it gets and I've got no interest in being in the middle of that (yes, I've done my research).

Prof. McGonagall takes me out of the office and when we are turning a corner of the magnificent building we find infront of us a blond tall guy with greyish green eyes. He looks me up and down for a second and then turns to the Proffesor. He sarcastically says "Lost something Proffesor" in the most British way a person could possibly speak, and I'm yet to understand if it's annoying or absolutely bewitching. I laugh at that quietly, but he notices and turns to me, quirking and eyebrow upwards in the process. McGonagall turns red and exclaims "Watch your tone Malfoy. And since you are so funny today. It'll be your assignment as prefect to escort Miss Martina to her common room", to this comment the blond just looks starts to walk and the turns for a second "Which common room would that be", I thought he said to McGonagall but when I turn around she is already gone. Guess he's talking to me. "Ravenclaw" I say, while he continues walking and just screams "You need to move to get there Darling". To that I just stroll to catch up to him. When I'm elbow on elbow with him I speak "I'd appreciate if you didn't call me Darling", I say in a demanding tone, to which he responds, "What is your problem with it? Like it too much D-a-r-l-i-n-g?" he responds slowly enunciating every letter on that freaking word. "No, I just think you should talk to a girl first and then wonder if she is as sweet as to deserve the term" I say. "Ooo-hoo-hoo-hoo, she is feisty, do you deserve the term then?", he says while we turn a right in some corridor and he moves his head slightly as to point to the common room . "You'll have to find out for yourself Malfoy" I say as I enter the common room leaving him standing in the corridor looking at me confused and fascinated all at once. This I know because I did look back and slightly eyed him before walking away from him. Your girl knows what she's doing.