Dramione ~ The Baby Project

Draco ~ The Great Hall

"It's that one! The one with the really pale skin and really dark hair - brown, black, whatever!", pointed Pansy.

"Leave it to me. I'll sort her out.", I said.

Potter was walking with his friends. One of them who had insulted Pansy. I promised Pansy I'll make her regret it but I'll just laugh at it with her, Pansy needs to be shown her place now and again. 

Of course I could do that, yes. I'm not scared of Pansy. Nah - never. It's just I can't really be bothered.

"Oi! You! Pale face, dark hair! Yes, you! Come here!" I  shouted.

"What do you want? Aww are you backing Pansy up? Poor thing, she cried her eyes out didn't she? I'm so sorry for Pansy Wansy. NOT.", the girl said.

"No, I'm not backing her up. I should be but I think you did the right thing. She's a snobby one, Pansy is. By the way I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Are you new? What's your name?", I asked.

"Claudia. Call me Cloud if you want. Everyone does. Well except Sara  my best mate. She calls me Cloo Cloo. As in a baby language version of Cloud Cuckoo Land from Lego Movie", Claudia answered.

I was confused.

"Cloud Cuckoo Land? Lego Movie?"

"A Muggle movie. You're Pure - Blood, yeah?"

"Of course I am, you filthy Mudblood!"

"Hey! Hey! Come on then. Don't be tight, we were actually getting along. Plus I know you're a Death Eater and I haven't been nasty to you. I also  have had quite enough of racism in the Muggle Land so I don't need any from you."

That silenced me.

She knows?
That I'm a Death Eater?

"How did you know that? I don't  think anyone knows that", I inquired.
No one should know that I was a Death Eater. I'm just supposed to be the son  of Lucius Malfoy, who was a Death Eater.

"Of course no one told me. Who would? Dumbledore? Your parents? Bellatrix? Snape? Voldemort? LOL.  It was obvious plus I'm smart. Everyone is rolling their sleeves up. According to boys, that's cool. You are NOT rolling your sleeves up.. Your father was jailed for it  - what else could it have been? Plus other signs here and there. I know it was forced though. Not  through choice. I've got to go now. Ooh and yes, I won't spread."

Claudia joined  her friends at the Gryffindor table. I took my place at the Slytherin one.

"What took you so long?", Pansy asked.

"Telling her off. She won't talk to you like that again.", I lied.

At that moment Hagrid came in, leading the first years through the Great Hall.

Professor McGonnagal stood up, "Welcome back to Hogwarts, greetings to the 1st years. The feast will begin soon. But first you are to be sorted. "

The frayed, dirty and patched hat opened its mouth and sang it's Sorting song.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tophats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And aren't afraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on!  Don't be afraid!
And don't get into a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

And then the sorting began.

McGonagall stood again,
"I would like to welcome the new students in the 7th year. They have come from The Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France, and Durmstrang Institute, in Scandinavia. If you recall the Tri-Wizard Competition, that was when we all last met.

"The prefects for this year are Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ginerva Weasley,  Claudia Glitter, ... , Sara Sparkle and Tom. The Head Boy and Girl are Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

I glared at Hermione. 

"As the 7th years have possibly noticed, we have a new project in the curriculum. After the Great Feast, please may years 1 to 6 proceed to their Common Rooms while the 7th years stay to discuss this further. Thank you for your attention.  May the feast begin."

"That girl is from Beauxbatons. Snobby or what?", Pansy declared.

"Yeah, a Mudblood too. Eww .", I answered.

I think the feast was quite nice but I used have so much better food at the Manor. That was lovely...

After the feast, everyone crowded out, except the 7th years.

"As you know, this year we are doing The Baby Project as part of the new curriculum. Lessons will be carried on as always, however 3 lessons a week will be dedicated to advising and checking up on you. This next week you are to relax fully as we know looking after a child is difficult. Your partner has been already picked, as Miss Glitter already knows. Then during your lesson you will be given a potion. You are to put four hairs from your head and mix it over a fire. Your baby or babies have your genes, therefore will look like you. Very soon your babies will be delivered to you. I will call out you and your partner's names and room number.

Mr Tom and Mrs Sara West, Room 636.
Mr Neville and Mrs Luna Longbottom, Room 639.
Mr Draco and Mrs Hermione Malfoy, Room 637.
Mr Harry and Mrs Ginerva Potter, Room 640.
Mr ...  and Mrs Claudia Lightning, Room 638.
Mr Ronald and Mrs Pansy Weasley, Room 635.

Thank you. Please go to your rooms," McGonnagal finished.

I groaned and shuffled off.