Just a Pretty Face {Draco Malfoy}

•Chapter Two•

I don't normally feel this way. I haven't felt this way in a long, long time. I am extremely scared and anxious to be a transfer student, especially in another country.

After getting off the Hogwarts Express and being escorted to the famous wizarding school by an abnormally large and tall man named Hagrid. He was helpful and gave me a lot of insight. He told me some tips for which teachers to stay away from and who to make friends with. He also informed me that since I'm a transfer student I'll need to be sorted again which I am not looking forward to.

I'm not quite familiar with the houses of Hogwarts. I know there is Gryffindor but I don't know what that means. In Ilvermorny we have Horned Serpent, Wampus, Pukwudgie, and Thunderbird.

Horned Serpent is the house for the school's favorite scholars. They want to spread knowledge.

The Wampus house is for warriors and determined people. I have very little friends in this house as they tend to buttheads with the Thunderbird house.

Pukwudgie is the house for empathetic and compassionate students. This house is full of healers and caring people. That's not me.

The Thunderbird house is for daring and adventurous students. These students speak glory and success however it takes for them to get it. This is my house.

I'm not sure what my house converts to at Hogwarts however I am excited to find out. That's the only thing I'm looking forward to today.

Once we arrive at the school, Hagrid stops and looks my way. "Good luck with your sorting!" He tells me. I slightly smile and he points me in the direction of someone's office. I step forward and slightly knock on the large wooden door. It opens and I walk in to see an old man with a absurdly long beard.

"Hello, I'm-"

"I know exactly who you are, Ms. Taylor. I'm Professor Dumbledore," he states as he reaches out to shake my hand.

"Christina is just fine." I smile at him. He already seems like such a trustworthy person based on the way he speaks. He nods before grabbing a box. He reaches in and grabs out a brown hat.

He speaks again, "This is the sorting hat. In a regular situation we hold a ceremony and all the students get sorted in front of each other. However, since you are a transfer upperclassman, we will just sort you in my office." He grasps the hat and moves it towards my head.

"Ah yes, interesting," the hat speaks. I laugh at the idea of a speaking hat sorting me into my house. "Hmmm... Brave but maybe too brave."

The hat finally is properly above my head, not touching. As Dumbledore lowers the hat onto my head, it speaks once more. "Slytherin!" It yells causing me to look at Dumbledore. I don't know what that means but I'm ready to find out. He takes the hat after smiling at me and giving me my next instructions. I get up and make my way to my room.

***

I don't want to go to dinner. I just want to sleep and relax after my long day. I put my belongings away and tidied myself up. I was given a correct set of robes to change into to match my house. In America the dress code seeks a lot more relaxed. I adjust my sleek dress pants as I chose not to wear a skirt. I look at myself one last time before making my way to the dining hall.

The doors are extremely large compared to my small frame. I push one open slightly in order to get inside the room. It causes this horrid screech and everyone turns to look my way.

"Who is that?" I hear a few kids whisper. "Who is she?"

I smile, minding my own business before finding the table with the students dressed like me. I glance around before finding an empty seat next to some snarky blonde boy.

"Crabbe, will you shut the hell up? I'm trying to eat without throwing up," the snarky kid snaps. Instead of saying something like I normally would I just look at him. "What are you looking at?" He snaps once more.

"A blonde douche who can't keep his food down," I chuckle. He glares before taking a bite of his food.

This is going to be a long school year.

***

The food here isn't nearly as bad as I expected it to be. During dinner I heard the blonde boy and some other students mention a party tonight. I'm not interested in going however I am curious as to what a party is like here.

Now that it is later in the evening, I've decided to put my belongings away. My abundance of clothes take up my entire bed and distracts from the rooms aesthetic. Since I'm a transfer student, Professor Dumbledore gave me the option to have my own room to be able to catch up on my studies and get acclimated in peace.

After putting all my belongings away, I decide whether or not I want to explore the school. While I'm not quite sure exploring the school building and grounds is permitted, I'd much like to see where I'll be staying. I reach into my dresser and find my overcoat, not sure if I will need it or not.

I leave my room and the dorms and make my way through the halls. The architecture here is quite different than Ilvermorny. There are beautiful pictures and paintings throughout the hallways here.

A breeze passes by, causing my overcoat to fall off my shoulders and my hair to flow into my eyes. I gather myself once more and pull my cloak tighter as I walk up a flight of stairs. I assume I'm climbing up a tower of some sort by how the stairs wrap around in an upward circle. Once I reach the top, I am hit with a rush of fall. Leaves and chilly air flow around me, preventing me from staying warm. I look out over the railing, seeing the sky above me.

Our Astronomy Tower wasn't nearly as elaborate or eloquent as this one. I could spend hours here gazing at the stars or studying my homework. I close my eyes for a brief second and I think to myself.

Being at Hogwarts may not be so bad.

I smile to myself thinking about all I could accomplish here.

"What are you doing up here?" A voice snaps, startling me. I slowly turn around to see who is speaking.

"I'm relaxing," I state, still with a slight smile on my face. He walks forward until he's a couple of feet away.

"Can't you relax in your dormitory? The Astronomy Tower is for astronomy purposes..." the blond boy that I met earlier states. My smile fades.

"Actually, I can relax out here if I want to," I say without a stutter. "And that's exactly what I plan to do... Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do?"

"I don't advise arguing with me," the blond states. I cross my arms, not put off by what he has to say. He takes one last step closer to me, not giving me any room to move. My back is resting against the ice cold railing and shivers run down my spine.

"And why's that?" I question with a laugh. Who is he to think he can tell me what I can and cannot do? I don't even know his damn name. He gets in my face, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. He glares at me while speaking.

"I am your prefect," he whispers with a snarl, trying to intimidate me. "You will listen to what I have to say or you will be reported to Professor Dumbledore... Now leave."

I'm not even afraid of Dumbledore or the threats this blond poses, I'm just sick of the bickering. I oblige all while glaring at him and gathering myself to leave. I nudge his shoulder as I walk passed, causing him to step back.

"Bitch," he mutters under his breath just loud enough for me to hear.

"Asshole," I snap back as I walk down the steps and back through the hallway. I make my way back to my room to end the night.