The Poisoned Waters

3. Samhain. [Halloween]

He strutted in, hands in his pockets with his bodyguards right behind him, and I decided to call them Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One had flat, short brown hair, and a round chubby face. Thing Two was taller, and had curly brown hair and a square face. They both had broad shoulders, strong arms and large feet. Meanwhile the Blonde was a slim, pale figure with silver eyes and gelled hair. And, he had, well, platinum blonde hair. Blaise smiled at the three, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Malfoy."

"Zabini." They gave each other a nod, each trying to look like they hated the other. Though, they were bad actors, so they glanced at our uncomfortable faces before bursting out in laughter. They pulled each other into something that could only be described as a 'bro-hug'. Then Draco turned to the seven of us, and looked at each of us in turn. He studied me for a second longer than the others, so I assumed he knew the others, which wouldn't have been a surprise. In fact, Draco had met the others before, he's known them all his whole life. He also had met them in August, for The Sacred 28 Gala, which his father had hosted that year. It was a party, well, an old people party, with champagne, finger-foods, gowns and suits. It was rather boring for children. But, I didn't know any of this, and Draco wasn't going to tell her. We'll see how long that lasts.

Finally Draco spoke.

"Lovely to make your acquaintance, ladies." He said in a posh accent, bowing down, while Blaise copied him after kicking Thing One and Thing Two to do the same. Pansy and Astoria giggled like schoolgirls, which I guess was accurate, but I just rolled my eyes. I left the lot of them there as I started back to my bed, hoping to finish my nightly routine, which cost some shut eye. But, of course, I wasn't that lucky.

"Hey, Hera, where are you going?" Blaise asked, a smile still present on his face.

"To bed." I deadpanned.

"You're really going to bed? It's not even a school night!" Blaise stared at me, surprise evident on his features.

"Yes I'm going to bed. No, it is not a school night." I say as I climb into my bed after I closed my curtains, and didn't spare Blaise and Co a second glance. I brought the covers up to my face as I heard Blaise mumble something to the others. I started to think about Hermione. She may be annoying at times, but we're twins. We have always been inseparable, and now we have to spend a whole school year apart. Of course, we'd still see each other in classes, but according to Ron Weasley, I had overheard him during the sorting ceremony, she wouldn't want to be anywhere near me.

Because I'm one of them.

Because I'm a snake.

Because I'm a Slytherin.

I really, really wish I wasn't in this stupid dungeon, with these stupid people.

All alone with my thoughts.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

The next morning, I woke up to an owl on my chest, its head tilted to the side as its bright, brown beady eyes stared down at me. I almost screamed, until I realized what I had read the other night, when I was still at Mum and Dad's. Owls deliver magic folks' letters. I sit up, the owl still on my lap, and see a letter strung to its foot. It let out a screech, and I heard one of the girls- Daphne- groan into her pillow. I quickly unhooked the letter and opened the envelope, not bothering to read the front, because I knew it was addressed to me. Why else would it land on me? My eyes landed on the first few words, and my vision got blurry. Not because of bad eyesight, of course not. But because it was my sister's handwriting.

Dear Hera,

I hope you're doing all right. Ronald tells me that those Slytherin are stuck-up snobs, and I do hope he isn't right. I would've I would have ventured over during dinner, but again, Ronald held me back. I wish I would've come over though, because I've been worried. I do hope some people are at least somewhat friendly. Anyway, meet me in the Library, at eight, sharp.