The Stuck-Up Snake (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 3

****** According to Harry Potter Wikia, Ancient Runes is taught by Bathsheda Babbling, and Arithmancy is taught by Septima Vector. If the chapter looks huge, it's because her schedule is included. Only Wednesday's is actually written out in full. All other days just mention what class with who, where, and at what time.  Hopefully Wattpad does the spacing correct, or it's gonna look like shit. And yes, I worked out an entire freaking, functional schedule. I also based the times as something pretty chill, despite this being a prep school. They have like, 10 minutes between classes and start at 8:30, and their classes are only 1 hour, but they end in the evening/ night, not afternoon. So yeah, I tried my best to work everything out to be sorta reasonable. My old school had no time between classes and the teachers yelled at us for being late even when we had to walk across the school. So this schedule is DEFINITELY one I prefer haha.  *********

Diggory and I stared at the couple from across the courtyard. Malfoy was gesturing angrily in all directions while I peered closer at the annoyed-looking girl. Diggory made a sound of surprise.

"Ginny Weasely? What's he want with her?" I looked harder and saw that Diggory was right, it was indeed the youngest Weasel girl.

"No idea," I said, checking my watch. Oh... my goodness. I have fifteen minutes until my next class. Chemistry with Snape. On the OTHER side of the school. Shit. "Got to go Diggory!" I tossed over my shoulder as I started to jog away. I earned extra pudding today with all this jogging I'm doing. Unfortunately, I had to pass by the odd duo on my way out, and I overheard a bit of their conversation. They didn't even notice me pass.

"-not going to tell my brother that! Why would I? She's as bitter as the rest of you! I don't care about her!" Girly Weasel's voice nearly brought back my headache. 

"Who said this was for her?" Malfoy angrily retorted, "She's just some brat. I meant stop tormenting Slytherin dorm, damnit! We're the troublemakers of this school, not Gryffindors! We reign supreme so back down!" Weasel female scoffed.

"Why the hell should we listen to you? Who are you? Slytherin isn't the best dorm, and you certainly don't rule us you slimy, little-" And I was through the door, leaving those two practically nose to nose glaring at each other. Can't help but think maybe they were discussing me for a second... Ahh well. Neither one of their opinions really matters to me anyway.

I quickly walked toward chemistry, ignoring the students who were now beginning to get out of some of their classes. I didn't want to be bothered with childish antics. My stomach had already started to growl. 

Brilliant. Snape will absolutely LOVE my stomach doing back up vocals for his lecture. Favourite student or not, I was dead. 

"Oh, yo, hey!" I heard from a corridor on my right as I passed it. I turned my head slightly to see Blaise jogging to catch up to me. 

"Blaise," I greeted, giving him a once over. I noticed his crumpled collar and a fading pink mark on his neck. I shook my head and grasped his sleeve, tugging him forward. 

"Hey! Wh-what?! Raina where are you-" I glared back at him, making him shut his mouth. A couple minutes later I stopped in front of the boy's loo. 

"We have Snape next and you know he will not miss the marks on your neck OR your wrinkled uniform. Fix yourself as fast as you can, or we'll be late and he'll have an excuse to check your uniform." Blaise rolled his eyes but nodded. 

"Could've just said so," he mumbled, pushing open the door, "Bitch, much?" 

"Zambini!" I snapped, and he stuck his tongue out before disappearing inside.