Copied & Cunning

Thrice

A week or so passed very quickly; everyone began to get used to their surroundings. Some first years would accidentally go into the wrong common room, mostly mudbloods, they were the ones who were really lost. My father taught me that word, and at the time my brother and I used it for a particular Gryffindor, Hermione Granger; a foolish girl you see. She was new to our world, the Wizarding World, but yet she knew everything. It annoyed me how someone who is supposed to be oblivious knows more than natural born wizards. At the time I didn't realize who she'd become, I was young and bothered then.
I can remember my first class as if it were only yesterday; I sat down in the very front, because this was my favorite class. Draco came from behind me, with his two hound dogs, grabbed me by my hood and told me Malfoy's don't belong in the front; Apparently to my brother, the back was where the cooler, more vulnerable students sat, and he would kill to get that title. Finally class began; a dark figure who appeared to the class like a shadow waltzed in. Thinking about it still today I get anxious and sit at the edge of my seat. I should've figured it would be Severus Snape. His black slick hair was recognizable, even if he were miles away. Professor Snape, asked the class questions only Granger and myself knew, but of course I wasn't a show off and didn't raise my hair higher than the title of my name.
Out of all the students, Snape picked out Harry Potter. Yeah, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was in my class. He sat a row in front of me, three seats to the right. Not only was Potter the "savior of the world", but he was also not a great student. That wasn't something I had to worry about, I was worried about my brother who was so hung up on the fact that Harry Potter didn't accept his invitation to friendship. Every since we were sorted into our houses, Draco hasn't let go of the fact that Harry didn't want to be friends;
Gryffindors and Slytherins weren't meant to be friends, that's just how the game was played. Anyway, Draco should realize that Harry was also friends with a Weasley. The Malfoy and Weasley family aren't meant to breathe the same air; ever since our fathers started working under the same roof, it's been a war just waiting to happen.
So that evening I returned to the dungeon, and down to the Slytherin common room I went. I walked through the huge double doors and ran into the Quidditch team having their first meeting of the year. It was slightly awkward though; when you walk into a silent room like an Erumpent, you're bound to draw attention to yourself. I felt my body get warm with embarrassment as I ran away; after years of dreaming of Quidditch, now I would never get a spot on the team due to the scene I caused, or at least that's what I thought.
I unpacked my pajamas from my trunk, put them on, and plopped onto my bed. I slowly closed my eyes when a furry animal decided that this was the perfect time to play; my cat Willow was who I brought as my pet to Hogwarts, and she would stay with me until the very end.