just let me go | draco malfoy

1- nothing really hurts

It's September 8th, school has just begun again and I'm entering into my final year. It's so strange. I've been in this school since I was 11 years old, and started counting down the days until I left until now. Now I'm 18, stood in front of the great hall doors, wondering if I ever truly was excited to leave school, or if maybe I was just excited to grow up? The first day back is always slow, no lessons, just a day in the hall, welcoming all the new snotty children, who shouldn't be trusted with a wand until second year, as they know nothing and are literally dangerous right now.

As I wandered to my seat at the Slytherin table trying to find at least one person I could tolerate to sit next too, I locked eyes with my arch nemesis- Draco Malfoy. I felt his piercing blue eyes follow me the whole way down, as I took my seat across from him, mainly to just be annoying on his part. He snarled too himself as I sat down, clearly unhappy with my decision to do this.
"That seats taken," he spat at me.
I looked over both my shoulders and under the able to see who this pretend person is who was sat there,
"I don't see anyone," I smirked back at him, as he rolled his eyes at my sarcastic behaviour.
I can't deny, there is a certain charm too him, the way he breaks the rules like me and doesn't obey to anyone, maybe I just see myself in him too much. His eyes are gorgeous too- but that is something I must keep to myself, everyone in this school knows there is only one person he hates more than Harry Potter- and that's me.
I've never truly understood what I have done wrong to him, I think it's because I don't come from a pretentious, special background like him. I come from alcoholic parents, who were probably extremely relieved when they could ship me off too a school which led to them not having to care for me anymore. I didn't have the newest wand or the newest broom like him, I just made do with what I could, and that is something he cannot respect.

School has changed since the passing of Professor Dumbledore, and Professor Snape took over. Harry Potter and his "friends" (they seem more like followers who want to be famous to me), had to leave for their "safety," which is pathetic. I know he's supposedly the chosen one and he is the boy who lived, by they aren't the only ones in danger with Voldemort back on the rise; I'm a mud blood, I'm pretty sure he who must not be named would not be my biggest fan if he found out. But oh well, it's the final year and then I can leave, the whole world at my feet and freedom, nothing or nobody in or from this school can try and hurt me anymore after this year.
"RISE!" Snape bellowed as he entered the room in an orderly fashioned, with 200 scared first years following behind him as they trembled. He wasn't the nicest of headmasters, and his intentions do not seem correct either, rumours are that he murdered Dumbledore to protect Draco, and for the dark lord, but personally I just don't think Draco was brave enough for the job if he was ordered to do such a thing.
I could hear Draco laughing, as the girl next to him grabbed his hand, in order to try and mark her territory to all the girls amongst the Ravenclaw table in front of us gazed at him. As we was starting to sit again, his eyes locked with mine again, however his glare was not evil, not even nasty towards me, it was almost as if he feared something when Snape entered the room.

Two hours passed and all the first years were finally assigned to their houses, Slytherin still being one of the largest, with Gryffindor. Then I noticed one of the guardsmen pass a note to Snape, which caught his attention for a good five minutes as he read it.
"Everyone rise and follow your house prefects to your dorms! Everyone except Marcie... Marcie Sawyer, you stay behind!" Snape bellowed once again.
Me? Why me? It's the first day surely I am not in trouble already? I haven't even had time for a drink never mind to break a rule.
Everyone began to leave and I remained seated, as Snape began to walk across to me and took the seat in front of me.
"You need to leave this school, today, as soon as you can. Someone will come and collect you from down by the lake, from there you will catch a boat," he ordered me.
"Can I ask why and who?" I asked him.
"No." he said with a stern face as he stood up, quickly making his way to the exit.