The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 2

My first few lessons at Hogwarts had been eventful, but I'd learnt so much. I'd learnt a few simple charms, spells, jinxes and hexes that I have mastered in a few days.

Hogwarts is a big castle, I easily got lost. It's not easy going through the halls safely without running into Peeves the poltergeist who likes playing tricks on passing students. I was a victim myself a few times, but at least I was safe in the Slytherin common room.

I shared a room with Pansy and three other girls called Millicent Bulstrode, Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis.
The Slytherin common room was in the dungeons, underneath the Black Lake. From the common room window you could see the depths of the mysterious lake and the creatures lurking within.

I was walking to my first flying lesson in the training grounds with Draco and his gang (which was made of Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, Pansy and me). Draco was drawling on about how well he can fly a broomstick. I plainly laughed, I knew that Draco was over exaggerating.

When we got to the training grounds, Madam Hooch (our teacher) was waiting among a few-Gryffindors. For the past two weeks, I haven't gotten along with the Gryffindors in my year. I've had many arguments with Harry Potter and his two friends Ron Weasley 
and Hermione Granger, along with Lavender Brown, Parvati Patel, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.

The lesson was simple and not really exciting. We had to summon the broom into our hands using the word 'up'. I managed to get the broom in my hand the second time I tried. I was pretty impressed. I used to ride Lucas's broom sometimes and he would teach me how to play Quidditch. I wouldn't call myself a professional player, but I wasn't bad.

Draco noticed this and looked annoyed and embarrassed. "A girl better than me at flying, this is ridiculous." Draco muttered. I scowled at him. "So? No need to be sexist, Malfoy." I snapped, leaving him red in the face.

Then Madam Hooch wanted us to mount our brooms, which we all did in unison. She had to correct a few people's hands on the broom, including Draco's.

"Are you sure you're a 'perfect flyer' Malfoy?" I smirked. Draco simply ignored me, however I could tell he was slightly more annoyed with me. He was pretty cute annoyed-wait, what?

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." Madam Hooch blew her whistle and we all kicked off the ground.

All was well when suddenly Neville Longbottom, a shy and cowardly Gryffindor, started to rise higher than the rest of us.

"Longbottom!" Madam Hooch yelled.

"Help!" He cried before his broom soared away.

The whole class stared as Neville's broom zoomed around the training grounds at an alarming speed, until his broom hit a wall and he fell to the ground.

He wailed loudly, shrieking "My wrist!" The whole class ran towards the injured boy. Near Neville, I noticed glass ball with red mist inside. I recognised this as a Remembrall. I wonder who gave him one of these...

Neville was rushed to Madam Pomfrey (the school nurse) in the Hospital Wing. Draco noticed me examining the Remembrall and picked it up, looking at it carefully.

My friends then turned to Potter and his friends and began taunting them. I stood back with Daphne Greengrass, who usually hung out with Millicent and Tracey.

Draco was mounting his broom, the Remembrall clutched in one hand. What was he doing?

"Draco? What're you doing?" I called out. He looked up at me and gave me his famous Malfoy smirk.