The Sweet Slytherin

Im Literally Dying

As I presumed, there were signs all over the school saying,
"Have you heard of the Pan Player?"

I smiled. I can't believe I had them actually on the search for me. I saw students that were forced to stay for the break stop and look at the posters. I quickly jogged over to the Slytherin table and sat down, waiting for food. Finally I could just relax and eat without- then a certain blonde hair boy caught my eye. I scowled.

"Of all the bloody boys I had to be stuck here with!" I groaned and slammed my head to the table. I didn't hate Draco. I just found him the most annoying git the school had. Draco sat at the table and smirked.

"I've never seen you stay this long at the table since we met." Draco scoffed. I didn't want to show it but I was crying. Why couldn't this boy just leave me alone. I got up from the table and marched myself outside. I wanted more then anything to go to my safe haven and just play my pan. But I knew the consequences. I instead sat at the tree by the lake, curled up into a ball, and let everything from the past two months stream out of my eyes and on to my robes and knees. I couldn't hold it in anymore. Draco was killing me, and he knew it. I knew it was only because he hated that I was friends with Harry, Hermione, and Ron too. But they are such good friends, definitely worth way more then a few meals a day on my robes. I shook my head. I was shaking. Not from the cold, from the stress. I needed to play my pan. I needed to sooth myself. I was about to pull my pan out of my pocket, but that dumb blonde doesn't know where the line is drawn between "leave me alone for a while" and "I'm about this close to putting a hex on your ass" is. He walked out of the door, saw me and started walking my way. But I was smart. I quickly pulled out my wand and flicked my ice skates on. Then I Skated as far and as fast as I could away From him. I came to the part of the lake where it was the exact other side of the school. Fairly close to the Owl infirmary. I smiled. Finally. I got to the snow covered ground and flicked my skates off. Then ran as fast as I could to the Owl infirmary. But to my surprise I wasn't the only one who found it as a safe haven. I wiped face dry and saw 4 first years in the corner where I normally played my pan. Then it hit me. These kids expected Pan Player. I grabbed my pan in my pocket tightly. I had an idea.

I rushed down to a staircase just below the first years. I flicked my wrist and a scarf appeared. I pulled my hood over my head and put the scarf around my neck, if worst came to worst, I had a mask. I then played a tad bit on my pan to grab their attention and ran away as fast as possible. Of course it worked like a charm. The kids heard my pan and ran as fast as possible to find it. I was already down the hall and in to Moaning Myrtles loo. I gasped for air.

"Why so out of breath?" Myrtle asked.

"I have my reasons... How are you today Myrtle?" I asked once I gained my breath again.

"Dead as always, you?" She asked.

"I'm on the verge of joining you Myrtle, this close" I stated, holding my fingers about 3 inches away from each other, to show emphasis. She nodded.

"I'd kill myself if I was running as fast you too" She stated. I smiled.

"You always know how to make me feel better, Myrtle." I stated. I opened the door to the Loo. I heard footsteps and closed it silently. Then I locked the door. "Mind if I stay a bit?" I asked, sitting on the floor.

"Just don't dirty up my loo" she stated. I chuckled.

"Wouldn't dream of it Myrtle" I replied, then pulled out my pan. I played it while and then calmed myself down. "You're loo has great echo" I said, finally. Then continued playing. I stopped when I heard a pounding on the door. I gave Myrtle a scared look. She mouthed "hide" to me and went to the door. I hid in a stall, scared for my life.

"Who is it?" Myrtle called.

"It's Draco, Myrtle" called a voice. I face palmed.

"Just a moment" she called. I undid the lock on the stall. She opened the window and handed me a broom out of nowhere.

"How did you... Never mind... Thanks Myrtle, I'll see you soon" I whispered. And like that I was off. I felt the wind in my hair and laughed. So this is what it's like to play Quidditch! It's so much more exciting when you experience it for yourself. I focused and landed swiftly. I nodded at the broom. It flew off and I smiled. I flew on a broom. I laughed. It was nice. But I had to focus. Where was I again? Oh yeah! I'm really close to the common room! I smiled to myself. I just had to make it back to the common room without getting caught. I snuck to the dungeons and whispered the password. When I got to the common room I was so relived. No one. I could literally just play my pan and relax. But first I just had to check the girls dorms. I ran upstairs and checked. No one. Thank goodness. I jumped over the arm rest and sighed. Just me and my pan. I played it and enjoyed every second of it. All to myself. So much stress is relieved when I play this little flute. When I finished my first full song I laughed. I didn't have to hide it. No one was here to hear me play my pan. And it was the best feeling in the world. I closed my eyes briefly. I was beat. Nothing like a good morning run to wake you up. I played another song, gleefully. I stopped when a I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. If I didn't eat now I was really going to starve. I got up from the couch sadly but finally had a decent meal. No Draco to fling it at me. I'm so glad I had Myrtle with me and not against me. It would have been a disaster if she had kept me in that bathroom and told Draco my sec-

"I KNEW IT!!!" a voice shouted. I knew it all to well. I ignored it hoping it would go away if I did. Nope. "Stop avoiding me, Corrine, it's not getting you anywhere" Draco scoffed. I continued eating and paid him no attention. I was literally so fed up with that boy, and I didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Draco sat down at the table and tried getting my attention again. I gritted my teeth still trying to ignore him. I needed to eat or I was going to pass out. "Do stop ignoring me dear, you'll find that I'm adorably persistent" Draco mocked. I just kept chewing.

"Laisse-moi tranquille" I shot at him finally. He grinned at me.

"Ive manqué votre voix" he replied. I looked at him shocked. But cleared my throat. He can't know that much.

"Pourquoi insistez-vous à me rendre la vie un enfer vivant ?" I asked.

"Je déteste vous voir comme ça , ne peux pas nous soyons frineds nouveau ?" He asked. I looked at him, clenched jaw and all.

"Friends don't call Friends Mudbloods" I stated, shakily. He smirked at me.

"That's the old, Corrine I know." He stated. I couldn't take the rage any longer. I stood up and ran to the common room.

"Pure blood" I croaked. The painting swung open and I slammed it shut. Then I ran up to my room and cried. I pulled out my pan. I didn't care if anyone figured out who I was anymore. I just wanted to clam my nerves. I played my pan and closed my eyes. It reminded me of when I was at home and dad was playing his pan. I Received my own and have been playing ever since. I opened my eyes as the song ended, and sat up. I felt a lot better.

"It was you" a voice gasped. I looked at the direction it came from. "All this time I thought it was Hermione, but it was really you. Corrine... You're the Pan Player?" Draco asked. I groaned.

"Ten points to Slytherin, you finally figured me out" I huffed, wiping my eyes.

"Corrine. You made that sweet music. I loved every minute of it. I can't believe I was so stupid." Draco announced. I looked over at him, giving him my dagger throwing death glare.

"I don't know if you noticed, Draco, but these are the girls dorms" I scoffed, and turned away from him. He sighed dreamily.

"Play another. Please?" He asked in a sincere voice. I clenched my pan in my hand.

"I'm to depressed to play. I had my last wind before you came in" I groaned. A few moments passed before I found a pair of arms wrapped around my shoulders. And because I was to weak to fight, I didn't try to escape.

"Please?" Draco whispered in my ear. I was literally so tired.

"I can't. I physically can't Draco. Even if I wanted to I couldn't. I'm don't feel very well" I croaked. Draco Just sat there holding me in his arms. I shoved my pan into my pocket and fell asleep.