Forbidden Boys

Friend or Foe

This is the moment my life will be defined. I will be categorized in a box along with others instead of keeping an open mind that I'm not like everyone else.

One question.
One answer.
One house to be sorted to.

"Slytherin," the sorting hat announced.

Just like that, all the Slytherins cheered and the other houses clapped with congratulations, but I could tell some either wanted me in their house or were already judging me based on my house. The professors congratulated me while I made my way to the Slytherin table.

I go to sit at the back as I do not know anyone, but three girls come up to me, linking arms with me. They bring me to where they were seated at, which happens to be where I noticed the two boys with stone faces earlier, one blonde and one with locks.

"Pansy, you can't just grab the girl like that and not say anything," one of the other boys said. He seemed to be very tall and his eyes were at half mast, like he had gotten no sleep, but by the look of his face and the sound of his voice he got plenty. "I'm Theodore Nott. This lovely crew, that the beautiful, Pansy Parkinson dragged you to call me Theo or Nott," the boy explained.

"Would you rather someone else snatch her away and have her be friends with snobs," Pansy remarked.

"It's fine, but I am not some toy you fight over in a store. I'm Lorelai, if you didn't hear earlier. You must be Astoria Greengrass. I have read about you in The Daily Prophet, you are my only entertainment to anyone close to my age, but it happens to be on paper," I say.

"I guess it is an honor," she replies with a smile.

"What have you been locked in a closet or something," a tall dark boy asked.

"Blaise that's rude to ask like that," the third girl asked. Her natural curls were blonde, but not as blonde as the other boy, her eyes were grey with a slight hue of blue, and her tan skin seemed to glow. "I'm Zara, by the way. Zara Brown."

"And I'm Blaise Zabini, but I do have to know were you in a closet or something," he asked. Then I heard Zara stomp on his foot under the table making me chuckle. "What!? It's  the middle of our fifth year and she's joining the school, I'm curious."

"You could say something like that," I say chuckling.

"Now that all they are all done, I'm Lorenzo Berkshire, and these two mates right here-" he was cut off as he was putting his hand on the blonde boy's shoulder.

"Alright, Berkshire, knock it off," the boy with the curls said.

I made a sarcastic grin at his comment. "So he actually speaks. Because I saw blondy whispering when I came in, but you never opened your mouth," I retorted.

"The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," the blonde boy said, sarcastically.

With the announcement of his name, I knew I had seen him somewhere. Snape had taken me to the Malfoy Manor a couple times on a "business trip," and I once met a boy around my age there, who tripped and almost fell down the staircase. I chuckled at the memory for a moment.

"This is my cousin Mattheo Riddle. Everyone calls him Riddle," Draco explains, while gesturing to the boy with the curls.

"Ahh. So the leader of the group does have a name; however, the right hand man speaks for him," I scoff, sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm going to meet the rest of our house, but it was nice to meet the clumsy and fearful Draco Malfoy and the careless and feared Mattheo  Riddle."

I hear gasps around me as I go to get up then a clatter on the table, just the reaction I wanted, as I feel a dark, angry aura in front of me.

"We will not take insults from a filthy mudblood like you," Mattheo said in a rage.

H-he just called me a mudblood? That arrogant bastard. Just because his father is Voldemort doesn't give him the power to control everyone here.

"I'm only speaking the truth, you dick. You know nothing about me to be calling me that," I retorted in a sharp tongue.

"Oh don't I," he tested.

With that I could feel him trying to enter my head with Legilimens, but the fact I was born to read minds it would not work as easily. I have to keep my mind closed off from everyone else so I don't hear their thoughts and become overwhelmed. It's the reason why I'm just now joining Hogwarts. I pushed him out of my head using Occlumency, and easily got some information I could use on him for an emergency, without him knowing.

"You bitch," he growled.

"That would be your father after running away and having other people doing his dirty work for him," I said mockingly.

The eyes on us were hard to miss. Everyone at our table was wondering what was going to happen next. He was about to make the next move if it weren't for Snape showing up. He placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me down, but he placed in a professional Professor way.

"Is there a problem here," he asked. He didn't ask anyone specifically though. The whole group said no, not wanting to cause trouble, but what I caught  from a very loud mind is also because of house points.

"Mister Riddle, is there a problem," he asked.

"No, Professor Snape. Just telling Lorelai here about Slytherin and I guess we got a bit rowdy," he responded with a chuckle.

Snape didn't say anything to the response. Instead he asked me the same exact question.

"Miss Ridley, is there a problem," he asked me.

"No, S- uhh Professor," I answered. That was close. If I ever slip up like that again, they'll find out about my personal life.