Everyone's eyes narrow as they recognize the voice and the person that comes with it.
"Go away, Malfoy," Harry huffs.
"Ooh ooh ooh, think you're so tough don't you now, Potter," a blonde haired boy spits.
2 boys stand beside the tall blonde haired boy who seemed to be their leader of some sort. 2 larger boys that looked really similar.
"Who's this?" the blonde haired boy asks as he points his nose in my direction in a rather degrading way.
"That's none of your concern, Blondie," I say, annoyed with his attitude and tone. Who does he think he is talking to people like that? Like they're his servants?
"I like her already," chuckles Ron.
Blondie shoots Ron a menacing look which gets Ron to hush down.
"The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Draco says sternly.
I turn to the rest of the group not paying Draco any attention and trying to resume discussion as if the prick wasn't standing there. Apparently, it doesn't happen to often to this snobby looking kid because their eyes widen as I begin to talk over him.
"Better control your rat, Weasley," Draco shoots.
"What did you just call me?" I slowly turn around, my eyes narrowing the way the others' eyes had when this dumbass first came over.
As he slowly walks over to me, I grab a quick swig of water from Hermione's bottle, in hopes that what I'm about to do, works out the way I want it to. I keep a stern look on my face as he gets closer and closer to me. He is now towering over me, mere inches between us. I can feel his warm minty breathe on my cheeks as his stormy grey eyes hold a steady gaze with mine.
"I called you a filthy ra-," he slowly begins to say
I spit the now warm water I had been holding in my mouth from Hermione's bottle of water splashes him in the face, interrupting him before he can finish the sentence. This is something I've done on multiple occasions at Beauxbatons, call it my signature or specialty if you will.
Gasps and laughter erupts amongst our group as realization as to what just happened hit them. Before Draco gets the chance to say anything or even react, the train's whistle starts to blow, signalling for the students to begin boarding.
In a hurry, I turn to face the rest of the group and with a wicked smile on my face, already enjoying how my Hogwarts journey is starting out, I ask, "shall we?"
