Salvia And Nicholas's story (draco x oc(salvia))

Chapter 2: Stranger or Brother?

    Today we begin our classes. I couldn't wait. Once I awoke, I quickly prepared for the day, the first class we had was flying with Madam Hooch.
     As I went down to the common room, I noticed a few more people awake. Though I chose not to stay long, and went to the great hall to eat before classes begun.
    The Great Hall was stunning. You could see the brilliant shades of pinks and various shades of blues and purples, the tables were set with exquisite foods for breakfast. It was amazing.
     I quickly sat and ate a wonderful breakfast. Little to my knowledge, a certain blond haired boy snuck up behind me as I ate.
      "Morning Salvia," I jumped and swung my fist towards the person, I saw it was Draco. What an idiot.
      I caught myself before I made contact with his beautiful face. What the bloody hell Salvia! You shouldn't be thinking about that! He's your best friend for christ sakes. "Bloody hell Draco. You nearly gave me a heart attack," I sighed reluctantly. 
       "Oops, sorry Sal. Didn't mean to," he replied. Uh huh, of course you're sorry. Not.
        I sighed. Thankful he didn't notice my bright fiery red cheeks.
I looked around again before I saw him again and I then remembered my broken heart. 'Why, out of all times, why now...' I thought and then perked up. 'Maybe I should try talking to him!' I stood up, looking at Draco.

"Hey! I'mma go talk to my brother real quick!" I said and started walking, but was suddenly grabbed by the arm "Oh no you aren't! What if he hurts your feelings again?" Draco said, concerned. "Then i'll fight back!" I said and freed my arm, happily skipping over.

Nicholas was eating some waffles, Ron was babbling about his room, Hermoine was talking with Harry, and Harry was listening quietly. "Hey big brother!" I said and Nicholas glanced up. "Oh...Hey" he said, feeling oddly guilty as he ate. "Hey! I-," I started and he interrupted "Look, i'm sorry for snapping yesterday, I feel horrible about it, and I don't really want to be dead, I just...Dunno, i'm sorry," he said in quick words and I blinked once 

"Uh...Well, that was sudden, yeah, it's okay!," I said happily and sat next to him, which made Nicholas feel slightly uncomfortable, which I noticed  immediately. Ron looked over and waved "Oh hey! It's you again! What's up?," he asked as his cheeks were stuffed with pancakes. I giggled "Oh! Heya there Ron, Hermoine...," I looked at Harry "Harry..." and he looked down sadly  "Uh, hey..." he said and Nicholas coughed "See ya guys, I  gotta get going to Snape's class," he said and pushed me over gently as he quickly walked away, making me sad.

I sighed and headed back over to Draco, "We gotta head to flying lessons," I said sadly. He looked up feeling completely useless, all the sudden a burning hatred for Nicholas grew. "Alright then Sal,  lets start going then," Draco said to me as he stood up.

   
I tried to muster smiled as we journeyed through the halls of Hogwarts to our first class.
    Once we arrived to Madame Hooch's flying class we took our spots as instructed. We shared this class with the Gryffindors, along with Potions.
    When Madame Hooch told us to pick our brooms up by saying up, everyone started to call the broom to them. Everyone seemed to be having a hard time. Everyone except for that Potter boy, Draco, and I. I caught the Potter boy staring at me, again. I sighed thinking to myself, 'Why does he keep staring? It's creepy...' then shrugged it off. I softly smiled at Draco. "You did it," I giggled softly. After a few tries Madame Hooch instructed everyone to mount their brooms, then instructed us to kick off the ground and hoover after she blew her whistle. 

Everything was going smoothly until a goofy looking boy's broom started going crazy like it was cursed or something. Honestly, it was kinda funny, but I still felt a tiny bit bad for the boy. After that, Madame Hooch said to stay on the ground while she took the boy to the hospital wing. After she left, Draco found a remembrall, I imagine it belonged to the boy. And Potter walked to him. "Give that back," the boy said. I scoffed. "What. This," Draco held the remembrall up as he mounted his broom. "It's not yours," Potter said mounting his broom as well. Long story short, Draco, being skilled with riding a broom, he swiftly dodged Potters attack and threw the remembrall, antagonizing the Potter boy.