Bad Blood | Draco Malfoy

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          I wake up the earlier in the morning and head to the bathroom.  I have a quick shower and dry myself magically before changing into my Hogwarts uniform: a white, long sleeved, button up shirt tucked into a black skirt with matching black tights.  I exit the bathroom and tie my green and silver tie around my neck, feeling like a part of Slytherin house officially.  I throw on my jumper and then slip my robe on and head downstairs.  When I enter the common room, it's deserted except for a single boy with blonde hair I can only match with one person:

          Malfoy.

          He also seems to notice another presence in the room and looks in my direction.  He smirks a little and stands up, walking from the sofa over to me.  He stops right in front of me, looking down to glower at me.  I'm 5"2 and he's at least is 5"6 or 7.  My eyes meet his cold, grey ones that send shivers down my spine.  He then speaks.  "Good night's sleep?  Or did you wet the bed thinking about how much you miss your mummy and daddy and stupid sister?"

          "It was great actually," I snap at him.  "As much time away from you is time well spent."

          "You need to keep your pretty little mouth shut around me, de Lange," he says sinisterly.  "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into."

          "You don't scare me, Malfoy," I reply slowly and quietly.  "You don't know anything about me."

***

          In Divination, we're studying tea leaves.  Tracey and I are partners and currently I'm trying to read her teacup.  "I think that's a sun, which means great happiness - well that's good."  Tracey looks at my teacup, squinting hard.  "Do you want help?"  I ask.

          "Nope," she says.  "I think that's a cross, which means trials and suffering - lucky you." We both begin to laugh.  "You also have a spiral, which means secrets that are not to be told -" I know that's referring to my prosopagnosia, which is definitely a secret not meant to be told "- and you also have a heart, which means a love interest.  Aren't you a fortunate soul."

          "A love interest?"  I raise an eyebrow.  I haven't ever been attracted to anyone, and I haven't had my first kiss either.  Who the hell would I fall for here?  But then this could all be a load of rubbish - our Divination Professor is a complete lunatic.  Trelawney has been making random predictions all lesson that seem too unlikely.  Her eyes, magnified by her glasses, as big as saucepans and her hair is bushy and manic (matching her personality).  She has many necklaces dangling off of her neck and her robes are spangled and random.  At the moment Professor Trelawney is stumbling over her own robes and is about to fall into a table of three Gryffindors.

          Yeah, I'm definitely sure this is complete lunacy.

          "Oh my dear boy!  Y-You have the Grim!  The giant, spectral dog that lurks within graveyards!  The Grim!"  Trelawney screams over the table of three Gryffindors she was previously stumbling into. "The Grim - the omen of death."

          "Ugh, she's going on about Potter like every other teacher," Tracey mutters to me.  "Don't bother feeling anything - Potter's a self absorbed teacher's pet."  I don't say anything in return for Tracey's description of Harry Potter. I thought she wasn't as nasty as the others, but maybe being Slytherin house and the company you surround yourself with always brings out the worst in you.

I can't let that happen to me.

We end up packing up our stuff after we all scoff in disbelief at everything Trelawney had to say afterwards. I walk ahead of Tracey, scaling down the trap door entrance using the silver ladder. A hand touches my back and I'm face to face with a girl in Gryffindor house. Her eyes are brown and her facial structure is soft and pretty. Tia. "We never got to talk at breakfast or yesterday," she says to me. "I can't believe you're in Slytherin!"