Unlikely | Drarry

Chapter Four: The Castle

December 30th 2019; 2287 words 

AN: I don't think I have laughed as maliciously as I did while planning out who was coming back and what side ships their would be. Like I can take a book and completely change it so it fits my little world. I feel powerful. 

Draco POV                                                                                                                                   September 1st 1998

The carriages had pulled us up to the school of my nightmares and the rain had begun to pour down. Most of the eighth years were running around or meeting up with friends they hadn't seen on the train. Pansy and Blaise were trailing behind me and I quickly walked up ahead as to escape the rush of people. 

The great hall was decorated brightly and although it was raining outside the ceiling was showing the colourful constellations in the night sky. I stopped at the large doors noticing that there were five table instead of four. As I moved closer I realized one was labeled "Eighth Years Only."  Wait what, why were they separating us from everyone else.  More people were slipping through the door so I decided to take a seat towards the back of the room away from everyone else. The only other Slytherins I could see consisted of Theo, Millicent, Daphne and of course Pansy and Blaise, obviously not many wanted to return, I don't blame them though, I didn't want to come back either. 

Once everyone had filed into the great hall and the  year ones had been sorted into their houses McGonagall stepped up to the podium and gave her usual return speech welcoming everyone back and talking about how we need to help each other this year or some shit like that.  The food appeared but I had already lost my appetite and just stared off into the distance. The only people around me where the Patil twins that where off in a conversation with Lavender Brown and Hannah Abbott, so I decided to keep to myself. 

After a while McGonagall stepped back up to the podium,"prefects show the 1st years to their dorms, others trail behind please, and could the eighth years stay behind" McGonagall spoke and immediately the kids began to rise from the seats and obviously stared at our table probably wondering why were being held back as we all were. 

As the last of the children left the hall McGonagall rose from her chair and walked down the small steps and stopped at the front of our table. "Welcome back all of you to your last year at Hogwarts, as lessons were- " she took a breath obviously trying to find the best way to say what she needed to "interrupted" she decided on, "you will take last years classes with the year 7s as you are basically learning the same things" everyone nodded their heads agreeing to those terms. "Throughout the renovations we figured although you would want to return to your house common room and dorms there simply wasn't enough room. So, we decided to make an extra wing for you that you will all share without trouble" she put extra emphasis on the words share and trouble. Chatter began to break about and I heard a couple people rather loudly state things such as "that's bullshit" and "what the fuck." I wanted to avoid everyone else in my cohort so this kind of just threw that out of the window "Silence" she half yelled and the hall immediately went still. "You are still allowed to enter you original common room although it would be best if you, as the example for the school, showed some inter house friendships."  A few rows ahead of me I heard some Gryffindor exclaimed something along the lines of "if we cant play Quidditch for Gryffindor I'm going to stick my broomstick up-" and was cut off by McGonagall not wanting to know where this guys broomstick would end up by saying "Obviously you are still able to play Quidditch for you house as well. That is all for now, I suggest you all head to bed, sleeping arrangements are in the common room. Widow can you please show them to their common room, the password is spes et vota. Hope you all sleep well," and with that she turned to leave out the teachers door.