Paper Planes (Draco Fan Fiction)

3

I arrive in my dorm room and spot Pansy Parkinson has already made herself cosy and at home. She's lit her favourite candle next to her bed on the window; it smells of the sea, like fresh waves and sunshine. Pansy says that's what Blaise smells like, sunshine. Merlins sake it's so cringe-worthy. Nevertheless, it is a nice smelling candle, so well done Blaise I guess?

I quickly lunge my bags at the end of my bed frame and start to unpack, avoiding eye contact with the whipped Slytherin. I kneel down to examine my belongings. My dusty brown bag let's out a stench of old books and cat fur, don't even ask.

"Your ratchet bag is poisoning my Blaise air" Parkinson rants. "Why do all Muggles have to fucking stink"

I looked at her with a shocked face. "Pansy, I will throw your precious little candle at you and burn you, we've only just got here, don't start" I snap. Straight after I said that regret flushed through me; anger and irritation get the best of me, I suppose that's why i'm a Slytherin.

"Watch your dirty mouth" she snarled at me, storming past me over to my side of the room, purposely kicking my shoulder blade. She grabs her posh, flat school shoes that were for some reason on my side and slides them onto her feet. She admires her figure in my mirror, practically drooling over herself. I huff and carry on unpacking, rushing in fact, just to get out of this room and to dinner.

"Why don't you just use your wand to unpack?" Pansy interrogated me "Oh wait, I forgot you're a stupid Mudblood". As she says this I shoot up ready to press her annoying little face into my fist, but by the time I turn around she has slammed our door, and ran down to the common room, screeching with laughter to herself like a crazy lady.

"Bitch." I whisper, gripping the ends of my bed frame in frustration.

For the remainder of my evening before dinner I continue unpacking, now purposely taking my time to avoid sitting with all the toxic Slytherins. I think back to my home life, my wonderful Mother and Father, and how proud they would be of me for standing my ground, but also how disgusted they would be by how I get treated. I do tell them how I get treated, and they tell me I should inform a teacher, but what they don't understand is that Malfoy has Snape wrapped around his little finger, and he could get away with murder in this place. Hogwarts may be a beautiful place, full of enchanting things and amazing experiences, but it can also be extremely toxic, we are just kids after all.

I quietly sing to myself in my mirror as I brush my hair ready for the first feast of the third year, trying to set a good impression for many more wizarding days to come.

Forcing my feet into my new shoes was a challenge, if there's one thing that annoys me about Muggle things, it's how even though things fit, they don't. Finally, I feel presentable. I twist my doorknob, releasing a loud creak from the giant wooden slab they call a door, and make my way down for a lovely dinner.
Or at least that's what they tell us it is.