The King of Slytherin (Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Ch4Yr1

Year 1

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        Things have been awkward between Cho and I, Michael had already apologized to me and I did the same back. I can't expect them to think the way I do, but what I do in a situation is my choice. Malfoy has been avoiding me, most likely annoyed that I won't tolerate his attitude and bow down. I'm too stubborn for that, I don't care what his father can do. Aunt Mia said to be careful and that she smelled a love story. She couldn't be more wrong.

       Hermione told me about the experience she had with Harry and Ron, I wish I was there to see Ron's face. He makes the funniest faces when he's scared. She said that they were going to look more into the trap door they saw under the three-headed dog. Its nice being part of their group but I don't want to get into a lot of trouble yet, it seems like it's too late to say that.

      That all being said, I'm excited for tomorrow; it's the first Quidditch match. I have told Harry good luck yet, I'm waiting until he has to leave for the match. It's Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, I hear Gryffindor hasn't won in years and that Slytherin plays dirty to win. Sadly, there are no rules against dirty play. For some reason my gut is telling me that something is going to happen and I keep picturing Professor Quirrell. Something's really off about him but I can't quite figure it out. I really need to focus on the task at hand, which that would be watching Professor Flitwick climb onto his desk from a chair and look at everyone. In front of my laid a feather and my wand.

"One of the wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation or the ability to make objects fly. Do you have you feathers?" Hermione raised hers while others just looked at our professor, "Good. Now, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing. The swish and flick. Everyone."

"Swish and Flick," we move our wrist the way he did while holding our wands.

Professor Flitwick smiles, "Good, don't forget to enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then."

I could hear Malfoy's voice loudly say the spell, he clearly didn't do it right. I only laugh and wait a little to see if Hermione would do it. She and Ron were bickering already.

"You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Leviosa, not Leviosar," Hermione tells Ron.

Unimpressed he says, "You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on, go on."

"Wingardium Leviosa," she moves her wrist perfectly and the feather levitates.

Everyone watches in shock, including the professor, "Well done! See here, everyone, Miss Granger's done it!"

I quickly copy her movements, "Wingardium Leviosa."

      I watched the feather fly but lose focus when there was a loud explosion to my right. I look to see Seamus starring at his feather in shock; he really can't do spells without something bad happening. His face was dirtied up from the explosion and so was Harry since he sat right next to him.

Looking at the burnt feather Harry tells the professor, "I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor."

       I watched others try the spell and succeed, many cheered for them. Michael had already done it and only on his first try, he really is good at spell. Well, him and Hermione, I just know Hermione is going to be the best witch in our generation. I'm not saying that in a jealous way, just stating the obvious really. Even if others dislike her for her brains and blood, I quite like being friends with her. Malfoy finally got it on his 20th try; he smirked like it was his first. Feeling my eye, he looks at me; I quickly look away with wide eyes. I scrunch my nose as I cringe from getting caught. His heated stare on me didn't go unnoticed and Hermione looks at him strangely.