The Bluebird's Dance

6

Draco

Days at Hogwarts have gotten out of control.

Potter is being a bigger twat than before. Just because he, the chosen one or whatever, is now more famous than before. I still think that he is going to die on the first task. Never was good at much, that Potter, other than kissing up to Dumbledore. Everything he has done annoyed me so much. I hated that Potter. And now he will die because of his foolishness. He has been acting like the most important person on this bloody earth, which is a lie. Even Weasley and Granger were more important than that little brat. I had actually found Weasley entertaining now, for him and Potter were no longer friends. It was amazing, the duo had been great friends since first year, and now won't look at each other.

Other than that, I, along with most every other boy who was at Hogwarts, got anxious walking around the halls of this school. The beauxbatons girls were definitely a sight to see. Each one was beautiful, something I bet all the girls at Hogwarts had been loathing about. Fleur, the contestant for Beauxbatons, was this ravishing girl whom I heard was part Veela and had captivated the attention from everything and everyone. The other girls were also very lovely, many boys had been trying to catch their attention. Blaise had his eyes on a particular one, Genevieve was her name I believe. I heard that she was in our year, and friends with Carmen. Oh, Carmen.

I had no words. No thoughts. It was too much to think of. That's why I believe I have grown to hate her so much. Whenever I saw her with Pucey or with some of the girls from Beauxbatons, I just wanted to punch a wall. I don't know why. I wish I did. I would try to think about it, lying in bed wondering what she had done to make her so repulsive. No, that's not the right word. I couldn't find one. That's why I must be so angry.

Carmen, cherry, dear, I hate her. Stupid little names Pucey had given her all these nicknames that were revolting. Why would you call someone a cherry? It made no sense.

I try to leave my thoughts, hungry for dinner. I get up from the leather couch, strolling out of the common room leisurely. I had to forget that French girl, that silly French girl.

As I walk into the great hall, I look over the Slytherin table, trying to find where Theo and Blaise were. They had saved me a seat. There was one next to them and another one across the table. When I caught their faces, I noticed how entranced they looked. Eyes wide and gleaming, mouths open like the fishes we see from the lake, looking straight at these two girls in the Beauxbatons uniform. They sat across the table. One of them still had her hat on and I couldn't see her face, but the other I had recognized, Genevieve. Her hair was down in loose locks that sat perfectly along her shoulders. She had a bright smile that reached her eyes, glowing about as she conversed with Blaise and Theo. The other girl must have been very quiet. she looked like a statue, being very still.

I had made my way up the long stretch of the table, heading to the spot near Blaise.

"Malfoy!" Theo shouts as I'm approaching them, "Malfoy, come here! Look!" He is so flustered that pretty girls were finally talking to him. Genevieve had laughed at his expression and there was something sweet about her voice. No wonder Blaise liked her.

"Quiet down will you!? I don't want the old bastard to take ten points away from us again!" Pansy snaps at us in a loud whisper.

I roll my eyes at the lot of them. God, I have to sit through all this now! My mind swirls. As I finally take my seat, I'm face to face with the girl I couldn't recognize before. Sadly, I now did. Carmen Héry was looking at me with an odd look. Not today! Please!

"Draco, do you know Genevieve and Carmen?" Theo asks, making Genevieve smile. Blaise looked equally annoyed with me. I cast Theo a little glare, making him back into his seat.