Draco Malfoy is in Love With Me? (Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: The Fool and the Foul

The beginning of third year was rough at Beauxbatons, but it was even worse for me. None of the students liked me, except for the two foreign exchange students. They were in the same boat as me. All three of us are very talented, but too talented for Miss Fleur Delacour. Bah, every time I hear or think that name, I wanted to throw up.

“Claire, bimbo at two o’clock,” my best friend whispered in my ear. Chloe was a rare kind of breed. She was a child of both werewolf parents. She was passed down the jeans from both parents making her an extra strong werewolf witch. Her senses were heightened to a level that she flinched when someone on the other side of the school was yelling. Chloe also has an extra sixth sense. She has the ability to detect a person’s aura.

I felt a shove on my arm, by my other best friend, Drinian. He was one of the best spell casting wizard in the school. I’m tied with him at being the best. Even though we had competition in classes, we were best of friends outside of class.

Drinian shoved me behind a tapestry with Chloe. He leaned on the other side and whipped out his book, acting like he was reading. That was when I heard the clack of stilettos on the marble floors. I froze when I heard her voice, the voice of an angel in a demon.

“Guess who it is girls, one of the freaks of the freak club,” Fleur said in perfect French. Her followers giggled in unison at her ‘joke’. “Where are your other freak friends, huh?”

“If you would excuse me, I would like to read my book…” Drinian didn’t get to finish, before his book was slapped down onto the floor.

I was pissed that she could do anything she wanted and got away with it. This couldn’t go on forever; the hiding, the tormenting, everything. I had to stand up to what was right. I stepped out from behind the tapestry and stood firm on the ground, my hands clenched into fists.

Fleur turned towards me and smirked. “Girls look, the freak was hiding the other freaks behind a rug. Oh my, you children are hilarious,” she laughed along with her blonde haired followers.

“Fleur, what did I ever do to you to deserve these nuisances? I haven’t done…” she stopped me and with a look of pure hatred, whispered.

“That’s where you’re wrong child. You have cursed me and the rest of this world by being born.” She spun around and retreated down the hall. I was stunned into silence at her words. That evil…BITCH…I mean WITCH!!!

Chloe pulled me toward the third year girl dormitories with Drinian following.

It was late at night and Drinian was still in Chloe and my bedroom. It was against school policies to have boys in the girls’ room at any time, especially at night. I was still in shock so we planned on having a sleep over (well Drinian sleeping on the floor.)

It was kind of fun. Chloe had one of the house elves bring three American (Chloe was from one of the states called New York) Cookie Dough ice creams. They were actually very delicious. Drinian taught me how to play exploding snap, WHILE FLOATING! He learned this when his parents took him to the Ministry of Magic in India. His family is pureblooded, descended from one of the founders at the England magical school. What was it called? Was it Hog’s Wart?

“Claire, you are spacing out on me again,” Chloe waved one of her hands in my face.

“Spacing out on you?” I never understood some of her phrases.

“Darlin’ not everyone speaks Medieval. I bet Drinian understood me,” she glared at Drinian, making sure he sided with her. He just looked down at his book with a smirk. I threw my pillow at his head, but it missed his head by twenty feet. That was when the pillow fight broke out.

An hour later we were laying on our beds (Drinian on his makeshift one) breathing heavily. It felt amazing to finally have friends that understand what I felt. For almost three years I have been cared and loved by two of the most wonderful people in the world. Even though I didn’t integrate in the real world, I did fit in with these two…

Before I could finish my thought I heard pairs of heels clacking on the marble outside. Fleur’s voice rang out loud in the hallways, “All three of them are in here.” As the door opened, I felt a tug on my shirt and in a millisecond I was in a closet with Drinian and Chloe. This was Chloe’s doing of course.

I heard someone enter the room and spin slowly around. “I know you are all in this room. Miss Cresswell, Mr. Pensile, Miss Anders, if you all come out now, you’ll be in less trouble,” her French made it sound so convincing, but I knew this evil teacher. Ms. Crenel never kept her word. What I did believe was that she could find us in a heartbeat. I looked over at Chloe and Drinian, knowing they were thinking the same. Chloe just shook her head while Drinian and I nodded. Chloe gave a huff and turned the closet’s door handle. Out we went and Crenel held us all in her talons.

“How could you three disobey me like this? You all are my best students at this school, such wasted talent,” Madam Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, shook her head in disgrace.

“I am very sorry Madam. This will never happen again,” I spoke back in French. Chloe and Drinian, on either sides of me, both bowed their heads in agreement.

“Yes, I know you are very sorry. I also know that this will never happen again, because you won’t be coming to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. At the start of fourth year, you will all be going to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, in England." Our heads snapped up at this.

“What?!” I screamed and whined.

“Are you serious?” Chloe growled, literally.

“You can’t do this to us! We are your best students in your school,” whispered (what seemed like a whisper to us from all the noise Chloe and I were making) Drinian. Drinian was always the calm one and never yelled, even at the worst of times.

“It won’t be immediate action, now hush. If you three behave that is. You are lucky that I didn’t snap your wands. Now, I expect you to go to your OWN rooms, quietly.” Madam Maxime gave a hard stare at Drinian.

We let ourselves out and walked silently to our rooms.