Misunderstood | Draco Malfoy ✓

2 | Don't Judge

"You're here early." I smile walking up to Hermione and she eyes me, "Oh don't tell, you're one of those like everyone else who is going to judge me because I was put into Slytherin." I cross my arms eyeing her. "Well I don't know you personally so maybe yes." I chuckle at her words, "I'm sure the main reason I was put in this house was because I'm ambitious and shrewd. Also I'm resourceful, driven, and influence to get what needs to be done. Not to mention my dad was in Slytherin but don't worry, my mum was a muggle. So I'm not a pure blood and I don't care about anyone's background from where they came. I don't judge someone based on what house they're in or who is your family. I judge people for who they are as an individual." I smile as she's lost for words and walk into the class.

Other students start to show up and Crabbe takes a seat next to me while Draco and Goyle sit with each other. As we start class Harry and Ron wasn't here yet and Professor McGonagall was a cat sitting on her desk. Soon they rush in, "Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" I shake my head as the cat jumps off the desk and turns back into herself making the two boys amazed. "That was bloody brilliant." Ron says. "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time. "We got lost." Harry tells her. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." She looks at the only empty desk.

When class ended we all head to our next class, "Ron, was mommy not there to wake you up?" I joke with him as we walk. "I woke up early, we just got lost." He glares at me. "I'm not that surprised really, I mean you both are on the seventh floor. I'm sorta lucky that I'm in the Dungeons so it's close." I say making Harry say I'm close I have a shorter walk. In Potions I sat with another Slytherin girl who was quite. "I'm Madeline." I introduced myself to her. "Evelyn." She shakes my hand. "We actually share the same room. My bed is a cross from yours." She says with a smile. "Question, the look on your face when the hat put you in Slytherin you didn't look happy." She whispers. "Part of me didn't want to. My aunt, uncle, cousin, and friends are and were in other houses." I say and she tilts her head, "What about your parents?" I let out a sigh, "My dad was a Slytherin and my mom was a Muggle." She nods her head, "I'm a Muggle born that a pureblood family adopted. My actual parents died a few years back and my now family, who were also Slytherins, didn't want me alone." She smiles, "Hopefully we can become great friends." I smile with her as the Professor comes in.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few." He looks at Draco, who smiles then looks at me. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. I see Professor Snape look at Harry, so I turn back to see him writing not paying attention. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention." Hermione nudges Harry in the ribs. He looks up.