Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

2.

As I step into the Gryffindor Section of the train i'm greeted with smiles and a gorgeous scent of cinnamon and wood.
The red ties sink into my soul, reminding me I will never be worthy enough to be a Gryffindor.

I wish i was a Gryffindor so badly, everyone in this house is so lovely to me, they understand me.
But, im a Slytherin.

I sneak up to the pod where Harry, Ron and Hermione are lounging, they see me through the glass and shoot me friendly smiles and happy eyes. As I shyly slide open the door, Ron gives me a confused look.

"Blimey your cheeks are red, we're you doing kart wheels on the platform Y/N?" he says, not realising how rude he actually sounds.

Hermione slaps his shoulder and huffs.

"Thanks Ron" I let out, sending him a sarcastic but still jokingly smile. "I'm actually exhausted from carrying all these damn bags, and having to deal with Malfoy already" I respond.

"Malfoy, Merlins sake I hate that boy so much, such a nasty boy" Hermione whispers to me as I sit down tiredly opposite her. She gets my fingers and cups them into her hands.

"Don't let that boy trouble you, he's silly if he thinks bothering you is going to get him anywhere positive in life." she smiles at me kindly.

Hermione gets it. Malfoy always gives her a hard time as-well as me, and it certainly doesn't help that i'm good friends with her, despite being a Slytherin, which of course, angers Malfoy even more. He shoves her roughly in the corridors, throws pencils in her hair and calls it a pencil nest, totally not funny.

Malfoy sends me letters in lessons, tormenting me. He does this stupid little trick where he turns paper into little birds, which I call his paper planes. They usually read "Go back to your mud-blood shed, your filthy girl." or something along those lines. It honestly amazes me how he's so intelligent and does so well in his classes, because i'm pretty sure most of the time he's planning on how he's going to upset me with his paper planes and cruel words.

"Do you recon he will still send you notes Y/N?" Harry suggests to me curious.

I give him a little sad smile. "Yes, of course he will, he loves it. He started whispering in my ear in the corridor at the end of last year, stupid shit like, "enjoy your note love?"" I inform my friends. "It doesn't really bother me anymore, I just try and think he's got nothing better to do then make my school life as miserable as possible" I also add.

"I find it funny how he's kind of obsessed with you" Ron laughs. I chuckle at his response.

"Yeah well, what can I say" I giggle again.

Sometimes I do question to myself, why me? Why does he like writing to me? I know the notes aren't exactly friendly, to say the least; but, surely if I insulted him that much just by existing, he just wouldn't bother acknowledging me? I mean that's what the rest of the Slytherins do. Why is he different? Why is he so indulged by who I am and what I am?

The rest of the train journey went by smoothly. We played card games and laughed about how Snape looks when he's concentrating, like he's trying to not explode with frustration. That mans face is a funny picture.

We arrive at Hogwarts and I part with my friends to make my way to the Slytherin common room, to then place my bags down by my bed, and ignore my horrible housemates, including pug-face and ferret boy.