The Wrong Slytherin • Draco Malfoy

10|| The Quidditch Match

The day before the match, the winds reached howling point and the rain fell harder than ever. It was so dark inside the corridors and classrooms that extra torches and lanterns were lit. To my frustration, the rest of Slytherin team was looking very smug indeed, and none more so than Malfoy.

"Ah, if only my arm was feeling a bit better!" he sighed as the gale outside pounded the windows. He was trying to wind me up and it was working.

I couldn't stand being near him, so much so that I would drag Pansy to walk with Ophelia or Hermione and the Gryffindors whenever we had a class together.

"I heard about your argument with Flint," Ron said on the way to Defence Against the Dark Arts "Sounds like you really showed him where to shove it."

I grinned at him. "A select few in our house really know how to test you."

"It was pretty cool of you to say." He replied. Hermione, Pansy and Ophelia nodded. I had received the same sort of praise from my Slytherin friends when I told them about it later on but the rest of the quidditch team agreed firmly with Flint.

We piled into the classroom, astonished to find Professor Snape sat at Professor Lupin's desk. I took my seat, frowning, Pansy claiming the seat next to me while Hermione and Ophelia sat in front and Theo and Blaise behind. Ron sat to the right of us but had left an open seat for Harry who still hadn't arrived.

"Sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin. I --" Harry appeared at the door looking out of breath.

"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down. "

But Harry didn't move.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" he said.

"He says he is feeling too ill to teach today," said Snape with a twisted smile. "I believe I told you to sit down?"

But Harry stayed where he was. I rolled my eyes, nothing against him but he can be needlessly dramatic at times.

"What's wrong with him?"

Snape's black eyes glittered.

"Nothing life-threatening," he said, looking as though he wished it were. "Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit down again, it will be fifty. "

Harry walked slowly to his seat and sat down. Snape looked around at the class.

"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far --"

"Please, sir, we've done Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas, and Grindylows," said Hermione quickly, "and we're just about to start --"

"Be quiet," said Snape coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization. "

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," said Dean Thomas boldly, and we murmured our agreement. Snape looked more menacing than ever.

"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing you -- I would expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and Grindylows. Today we shall discuss --"

We watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter, which he must know they hadn't covered.

"-- werewolves," said Snape.

"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to restrain herself, "we're not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start Hinkypunks --"

"Miss Granger," said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, "I was under the impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you all to turn to page 394. " He glanced around again. "All of you! Now!"