Admiring the Stars | D. Malfoy
Once the rest of the first years are sorted into their separate houses, the same professor from the staircase dings on a cup at the head of the Great Hall. "Your attention, please."
The headmaster rises from his chair and announces to the entirety of Hogwarts, "Let the feast... begin."
You look down at the table in front of you and stare in wonder as piles of delicious-looking food magically appear down the tables. You can remember times when your mother would be telling you stories of Hogwarts and how the food practically melted in her mouth when she took a bite of it.
You serve yourself some of the buffet spread out before you and take a bite, relishing in the savory taste of it all. Your mum was right; the food here did practically melt in your mouth.
As you continue to consume the deliciousness in front of you, you suddenly realized that you couldn't tell Ron or any of your other new friends that you met at the station about it. You couldn't just be lonely for the rest of your time in Hogwarts, so making friends was of your utmost priority at the moment.
You begin to look at the kids around you, hoping that one of them would be a future friend. While looking down at the mahogany of the Slytherin table, you feel a slight tap on your shoulder from your right.
You turn to the right to see who was trying to get your attention to see a slightly fuller-looking girl with shoulder-length dark hair sitting next to you. She quickly sticks out her hand and begins to introduce herself, "Hello, I'm Millicent Bulstrode. What's your name?"
You take her hand and seize the opportunity of making a new friend, "Y/n L/n, it's a pleasure to meet you." You are quite proud of yourself for being able to introduce yourself without looking like a complete fool. You really are excited about the idea of making this girl your friend.
You and Millicent shared some stories about your families, like how your brother got a cat when he didn't even need to get a pet for a few more years for Hogwarts. She laughs at this and gets a somewhat surprised look on her face when she gets a tap on her shoulder.
Millicent apologizes and excuses herself from the conversation with you to converse with the person to her right.
Now alone again, you decide that even though you've already made one friend, you can't only have a single friend out of everyone in Slytherin. So you look to your front to start up a conversation but stop yourself before introducing yourself.
Seeming to feel your eyes on him, the platinum-haired boy in front of you turns in your direction.
You glare and speak up about the incident from earlier, still salty about how he described the Weasleys.
"You're the kid from the staircase. The one who insulted Ron's family." You fumed.
"Who?" He says, genuinely confused about who you are talking about.
"What do you mean who? How many people did you insult earlier today?" You say, slightly shocked.
He stares at you, unused to people talking back to him. He must have then recognized you because he snarks back, "Do you mean that Weasley from the staircase?" You nod.
"What does it matter to you what I say and don't say to him? I didn't insult him, I identified him." He states rather dramatically.
"You also basically said that his family is lesser than yours." You begin to fume, clutching your fork a bit tighter in your hand.
"That was not an insult, it was a fact that his family is, as you put it, lesser than mine. Just look at him wearing a shabby hand-me-down robe." Draco gestured to the Gryffindor table.
You weren't just going to let some random boy trash talk the Weasley's like that. They have been there for your family for as long as you can remember. When your mum was busy with work, you and Will would be sent to the Burrow to hang out with Ron and Ginny. Even when you would get sick, they would send get-well-soon gifts, most of the twins' being stories of pranks that they pulled on the rest of the family.
You raise your chin, almost looking down your nose at the boy, "What they may lack in money they make up for with the amount of love they have for each other."
Obviously angry, the boy hissed at you, "Who do you think you are? My father will hear about this!"
You scoff at this, unamused to his response.
Before you could bite back a response to him, the food in front of you disappeared, and Dumbledore announces that all prefects lead their houses to the dormitories.
As you follow the Slytherin prefect, whose name you couldn't bother to remember, you see Ron before he could leave the Great Hall.
"Ron!" You semi-shout over the crowd and rush over to him, grabbing his robes before he could leave to his common room.
Ron and Harry, who had been standing next to him, turn around to see you tugging on his robes.
All you wanted to do was say good night and to wish him a good day tomorrow since you would be heading separate ways, however before the words could even form in your mouth, he turns with the same disgusted scowl as before when you'd been sorted.
Growing confused, you raise a brow and ask, "What's wrong?"
"I can't believe you're a Slytherin." He snarls at you.
"What? I can't help that's how I've been sorted."
"Well, just go away then! I don't want to be seen talking to a— a stinky Slytherin! You should leave... I don't want to be seen talking to a snake," Ron spat with venom in his voice.
You look to Harry to see his response to the insult thrown at you. When he doesn't say anything, you turn back to Ron. You don't see the mildly idiotic red-head that you've grown to love as family. All you see is his face staring back in disgust.
"You're such a git Ronald Weasley." You say before promptly turning around and quickly walking to the rest of the Slytherin first years.
You open the door to your dorm room to see the same girl from earlier, Millicent, with two other girls sitting at their respective four-poster beds. The Slytherin dorms are a little colder than the rest of the castle, but you guess that should be expected since they're in the dungeons.
"Hi! My name is Daphne Greengrass." The girl with blonde hair introduces herself.
"Pansy Parkinson." The other follows.
"Oh, I'm Y/n L/n, it's a pleasure to meet you both." You give a quick smile before heading to your bed and grabbing your nightclothes.
The girls each follow suit, and you go to sleep for your first day at Hogwarts tomorrow.
After a long day of Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts, you finally get to the class you must have been looking forward to the most: Potions.
You find a seat not too close to the front but not in the far back of the room and grab your notebook from your bag. You see Millicent take a seat next to you, and you smile at the action, happy that you'll have a friend in this class.
Not too long after you set your quill down, the door slams open, and Professor Snape, practically glides into the room with his black robes waving behind him.
'Wow, what an entrance. Why walk in normally when you can get the entire class' attention by walking in like that.' You think bluntly to yourself.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few...." Snape casts a look at Draco, who smiles, "... who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... in death."
'Dramatic is an understatement for Professor Snape.' You think.
"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not... pay... attention." Snape stands directly in front of Harry, obviously directing what he said to the boy.
"Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Hermione raises her hand impatiently. You look at her, knowing that you both know the answers but keep your hand down.
'No one likes a know-it-all.... Hermione clearly doesn't know this.' You begin writing your answers in your notebook just in case. You scrawl out 'Draught of the Living Death' on your parchment and look back to Professor Snape.
"You don't know? Well let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione raises her hand again a bit more frantically.
You write down a simple 'stone taken from the stomach of a goat,' making a slight notation to the side saying, 'can save you from most poisons.'
'Maybe reading my textbook on the train was a good idea after all.' You silently muse.
"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asks his final question.
You scrawl out a final, 'monkshood and wolfsbane is the same plant.' Before resting your quill on your parchment, accidentally making a tiny ink blob where the tip rested.
Snape scowls and says each of the answers you had written in your notebook before asking the students why they haven't copied what he said down.
"Wow, you must be smart to already have the answers." You heard a voice to your right whisper.
You glance a Millicent with a smile and tell her, "Thank you, I just read my textbook earlier before I got to Hogwarts."
After you ate a relatively uneventful lunch, your flying lessons were one of the final classes you needed to take for the day.
As you were making your way to the field where the lesson was being held, you spot a bush of brown hair about to turn the corner.
"Hermione!" You call out to the girl, instantly knowing only one person that hair could belong to.
She turns around and smiles at you before saying, "Hey, Y/n, how have you been lately?"
"I've been good, just make sure you find a better time to show off your knowledge. Potions class was a bit embarrassing."
"Yeah, I realized that, thank you though." She gives a slight smile before walking with your the rest of the way to the field.
You and the rest of the Slytherin's in your class were lined up in a row with Gryffindor students standing across from you, brooms by their sides.
The teacher comes out with startling hawk yellow eyes and short hair. "Good afternoon, class."
"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." Everyone greets.
"Welcome to your first flying lesson." She looks on at all of her students, "Well, what are your waiting for?" Everyone steps up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up."
Once all of the students stood next to their brooms, she gave a smile and continued, "Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!"
You stuck your hand out and demanded your broom, "Up!"
You furrowed your brows and gave a more feeling into your demand, "Up!"
The broom immediately flew into your hand, and you smiled at the wooden object.
Once the rest of the class eventually got their brooms up, some with more struggle than others, Madam Hooch continued to address the class, "Now, once you've got a hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end."
You mount your broom with the rest of the class, feeling the smooth wood on your hands, thankful that there were no splinters.
"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle... three... two...."
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, but before any students you lift off the ground, Neville's broomstick somehow lifted him into the air. "Oh..." He voices slight concern.
"Mr. Longbottom." Madam Hooch begins.
Some of the students begin chanting Neville's name while others expressed their concern for their classmate.
Before anyone knew what was happening, Neville shot into the air, cutting through the wind uncontrollably. He begins screaming, for a good reason, and skyrocketed straight into the sky.
Suddenly, He hit the side of the castle wall, conking along the side before his broom swooped him off back into the sky.
'This poor kid, he's definitely going to be hurting after that.'
Neville begins to zoom back towards the students, and Madam Hooch holds out her wand to stop him.
Neville shouts for help before flying right through the students, causing Madam Hooch to dive out of the way.
He doesn't go far, though, because he scatters up one of the towers of Hogwarts. He zooms along a wall before his robe gets snagged on a statue of a man with a spear. His broom is ripped from under him, and Neville hangs for a moment before wavering and falling again.
His robe catches on a torch this time, making him slip from the momentum of the fall, falling to the ground.
You and the rest of the students gather around the poor boy before Madam Hooch charges through the crowd.
"Come on, get up." She coaxes Neville.
"Is he alright?" A random Gryffindor girl asks next to you.
You suck some air through your teeth as you stare at Neville's now broken wrist. You see a small glass orb fall from his pocket and recognize it as a Remembrall. Madam Hooch leads Neville to the hospital wing and orders everyone to stay on the ground while taking Neville away.
Draco walks to the front of the crowd of students and picks up Neville's Remembrall, "Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."
You snicker slightly and turn away from the scene for a moment.
"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry orders. You snap your head back at the boldness of the boy and stare at the encounter before you.
"No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Draco hops on his broom and soars up and around the group of students. "How 'bout up on the roof?"
Draco soars off into the sky further before looking back down at Harry, "What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"
You turn towards Harry to see his reaction to the insults, but he's already up in the sky chasing Draco across the grounds.
'How stupid can someone get? I swear Harry is the embodiment of ignorance.' You think to yourself.
"Harry, no way! Your heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly!" Hermione shouts.
"What an idiot." Hermione mutters.
"Yeah, I agree with you there Hermione." You respond to the girl.
Ron, overhearing your agreement with Hermione, scowls at you and says, "No one asked for the opinion of a Slytherin! Shouldn't you be laughing with the rest of them."
You glare a Ron briefly for muttering, "How can someone be such an arse."
Draco hurls the Remembrall into the air, much like a baseball.
Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a window. However, before he hits it, Harry catches the Remembrall and returns to the rest of the students.
Everyone begins cheering for the boy before Professor McGonnagal arrives on the field.
"Harry Potter? Follow me." Harry sullenly follows McGonnagal into the castle while Draco and his goons snicker in delight.
You see the rest of the students begin leaving towards their common rooms because the class had ended during the entire fiasco. You turn to look at Hermione, "Well, I'll be heading to my common room then, it was good talking with you earlier."
She smiles back at you and nods at your leave.