Draco Malfoy-The Blood Traitor

Chapter 2 - Professor Snape

Draco woke that next morning feeling unrested. He was sick with worry about what his father would say, he barely said anything to the other boys, as they got dressed that morning. By the time they had gotten to breakfast that morning, he was feeling so sick, the sight of the food made him nearly lurch.

He sat down next to the others, avoiding eye contact.

"Are you ok? You look pale," It was the bushy-haired girl, Hermione granger.

"I'm fine,"Draco kept his head down. He had noticed the amount of people that were whispering about Harry Potter being within their midst had gotten considerably louder since the previous night. Draco had kind of slunk around after him, just wanting someone to walk with, since all his other friends had been sorted into Slytherin, and now had refused to talk to him as he was now a 'Traitor'.
Although most of the attention was on Harry, Draco got the occasional:

"There look, the one with the blonde hair. He's a traitor."

Those snide remarks were almost entirely from other Slytherins, but sometimes it would be from a snobbish Ravenclaw whose father was probably a deatheater and so on. Draco just kept his head down and concentrated on finding his way to classes.

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts:Wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led some-where different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right spot, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but a solid wall just pretending. Also the portraits on the walls moved so it was very hard to keep track of where things were; In the morning a group of older wizards playing chess in one portrait, and then in the afternoon they would be drinking butterbeer with a warlock. Draco didn't really know how to take it all in.

Peeves the school poltergeist took an unusual hatred towards Draco, and this was the type of poltergeist that would drop waste paper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk and sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose and screech,
'GOT YOUR CONK!'
Peeves would quite often zoom around the castle screaming that the Malfoy boy is a blood-traitor and would always some how manage to meet Draco in the corridor as almost as if he was actively 'searching' for him. This made Draco feel even worse about his situation as it drew more attention to him in the corridor, when all Draco wanted to do was to curl up in his bed, and not talk to anyone ever again, most definitely his father.

And then once you had found them, there were the lessons themselves. Draco found there was a lot more to the lessons than his father had taught him; according to his father, there wasn't much point in sending him to Hogwarts if he already knew what they were going to teach him anyway. Draco's mother has overridden his father when she curtly told him,
"He is going to need to socialise with other boys, Lucius, let him go."

They had to study the night sky every Wednesday at midnight, and learn all the names of the different stars and movements of the planets. This subject appealed to Draco since this was one of the only ones, along with Defence Against the Dark Arts (His father taught him Dark Arts instead) that his father had omitted from his 'homeschooling', since his father thought them of being 'useless'. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouse behind the castle to learn Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learnt how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi and found out what they were used for.

Easily the most boring lesson was History of magic. It was the only lesson taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff-room fire and got up the next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns voice droned on and on and on, it made Draco quite sleepy, and since he sat at the back of the class it wasn't much of a problem to put his head down and catch up on the missing sleep from the night before. when he was awake, Draco just scribbled down names, and got Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.