Loyalty - a fine line between being a chauvinist or a traitor

Ch 3 - Not according to plan

When Draco woke up, it was already breakfast time, and he was sure classes would most definitely start soon. Thankfully, he was the only one in the room by the time he had woken up, everyone else had already left for breakfast or whatever it is Gryffindors get up to in the morning.

He eventually pulled himself from the soft red sheets and tried to fix his appearance, since he ended up sleeping in the clothes from last night. He couldn't really find an opportunity to change during the entire night, and he wasn't about to reveal his identity.

He would not allow such a thing to happen- He planned to stay as low-key as he possibly could, since it felt like just about the one thing he could control.

After staring at the mirror for a couple minutes, adjusting his stupid red tie until it looked just right, he pulled the hood of the cloak over his head and opened the door to the dorm, using the small golden key he had to lock the door behind him. He sulked down the stairs with his hands shoved in the pockets of his slacks, reaching the common room which was filled with an exuberant air. It was only the first morning of the term and the entire Gryffindor common was already full of loud, annoyingly bright students chattering away with themselves.

He did not, in any way, fit in with the lot. Not physically, nor mentally. Not like he wanted to, of course. As he descended the stairs onto the main floor, he could feel their attention quickly getting drawn to him. It was very very obvious that he wasn't meant to be there. They all seemed to look away when he got too close, like they knew.

'Stay calm, only a couple of days.' Draco reminded himself, hearing their low whispers as he finally made his way into the hall and through the painting. 'Their opinions don't matter.' He left the common room without a second thought.

Draco's first class was Astronomy, something he found awfully odd to have in the morning, as opposed to during the night. It was a mindless endeavor for him, either way. Who cared about Jupiter's moons?

He sauntered into the classroom, sticking close to the walls in hopes no one would notice him. Sitting in the very back of the room, he was able to successfully fly under the radar. Professor Sinistra hadn't bothered to call him out or acknowledge him, which made it all the better in his opinion. He didn't share the class with anyone he knew either, which relieved some stress.

All he had to do was have every other class the exact same way, and rinse and repeat until his father came.

After the break between his first and second class, which he spend grabbing his missed breakfast, it was double potions. He didn't like- nor dislike- potions... but he wasn't sure how Professor Snape would react. He was certain that the teachers were notified of the house change, especially the heads of houses, but whether or not his wishes to remain under the radar had been expressed wasn't clear.

He, and the other students, piled into the potions room and picked seats around the large tables in the room. There were only so many options, given he was going to be forced to sit next to someone either way, but as soon as Potter entered the room with his ridiculous friends, he picked his seat next to a random girl he'd never seen before without an ounce of hesitation.

The last thing he wanted in the class was to be near that lot.

Professor Snape, surprisingly, didn't bat an eye towards his table the entire time. It might've been because Weasley was making a fool of himself the entire period which drew the Professor's attention away from the rest of the class. Either way, it turned good in his favor for the day.

Lunch was ignored, as Draco didn't want to hang around the Gryffindor table during the busy hours, and he found himself wandering the library hoping to stumble across a good aisle to take a breather in. He knew that the situation would be annoyingly difficult, but the stress that elapsed around his chest made it hard to think at times.