Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Valiant

A little while into the lesson Hermione threw her hand into the air, she did it with such force I was surprised she didn't dislocate anything.

"Yes miss Granger?" Flitwick asked, turning to Hermione.

"May I go to the toilet?" She asked with a sort of anxious confidence.

"Of course," Flitwick said, surprise lingers on his voice.

Hermione never asks to go to the toilet, a waste of valuable lesson time in her eyes. Which is why it was so surprising to everyone when she asked.

She scurried out of the classroom.

It hit me, the results. It must be one-thirty.

I wondered how I did, I'll be completely honest and say I didn't do nearly as much work as I could of. I was especially interested in the rankings. As long I was top five for my year, I wasn't really bothered about the grades.

I don't like to tell people I'm competitive, but I am. Before Hogwarts I wasn't, the playing field was so far leaned in Dudley's favour that I had no chance of gaining any high ground on him, especially in the eyes of the Dursleys'.

But I'm competitive with my team in quidditch, I suppose Wood instilled that into me. Wood was off the wall competitive, but not in a boastful or gregarious way, he was hard on himself, massively.

I suppose we all had a sort of collective responsibility for Gryfinndor to do well, we all had a common goal. That seems to be something the Hogwarts quidditch team was severely lacking. I could bring this up to Wood, but I'd rather take my own initiative about this.

Hermione came back, glowing.

"Good grades then?" Ron asked her.

"I don't know what you're talking about Ronald, I just simply went to the toilet" she replied without looking at him.

Flitwick continued with the lesson. All eyes were stuck to the Durmstrang students. Everyone wanted to know if they'd be better or worse than us.

I didn't really know a lot about foreign magic, did they have different spells? Different wand movements?

They seemed to be having trouble with their heavy accents, well three of them did, but the one who made the joke earlier had no problems with their pronunciation.

"Lady's and gentlemen, if you would prefer, no one here has any objections to you performing your charms in your native language," Flitwick said being quite accommodating of his new students, I think being a teacher genuinely excited him.

"That's alright, we have come here in part to support our team, but also to learn your way of magic," the confident boy from earlier said.

"No that's fine, I mean it's all up to you," Flitwick said

"Thank you," the boy said sternly but politely.

He looked up at us all, they were sitting across from us. He looked at us with a certain fascination, it was the look you see people pull when they observed a rare species in the wild.

I didn't think my friendship group was the most intellectually interesting thing in the entire world, but he sure acted like it was.

***

The class had finished and I was walking with Dean and Draco.

"Excuse me," a hard accent said behind me.

I turned around, as did Draco and Dean.

"I'm Valiant," he said waking so he was about two feet away from us. He wasn't the confident one.

Valiant huh, ironic.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," I said with my hands in my pockets.

He looked back at his friend, the girl had walked off with the one with good English. They laughed.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said extending his arm aggressively for a handshake.

The boy took it and leaned into Draco, 

"The Malfoy name is a respectable one, pittance about their son" he whispered.

"Pittance about your breath" Draco sarcastically whispered.

The boy immediately moved his head back, the tops of his ears started to go red.

"Dean Thomas," Dean said not moving from his position.

He looked Dean up and down but had nothing to say.

"And I'm Kristof," the smaller boy said behind him

He looked like a hyena. He had a sharp chin but no creditable jawline, his cheekbones were non-existent. He had a prominent brow bone, with an unkempt mono brow above his eyes which had a yellow hue.

The other boy, the one clearly who thought he was worth something, he had a large square forehead and no lips, he had greasy mid-length hair compared to the other one who has a buzzcut.

They were both repulsive. They had so much talk but had not a leg to stand on. 

"Nice to meet you," he said sickly.

All three of us turned and walked away.

"Every corner you turn there seems to be another asshole," Dean remarked.

"Welcome to the world," Draco said patting Dean on the back.

***

"Where is this boy, I'm going to rearrange his goddam face," Seamus said swinging his arms around while Dean and Ron held him back.

"Calm down, he's a sneaky little bastard. We've got to formulate a plan" Draco said sitting on one of the sofas.

"I've got a plan, I plan to make him wish he'd never be born" Seamus spat.

He eventually calmed down and slumped down next to Ron and Dean.

"Are you alright?" I asked Draco.

"Yeah, just thinking," he said with his thumb on his lip.

"I'm going to Slytherin if anyone needs me" announced getting up and walking out.

In all of the madness, we'd all forgotten about our results.