Admiring the Stars | D. Malfoy

Chapter 6

 You sit in the library, at the same place you always sit near the back and by a window. You were scribbling on a piece of parchment while sliding your other hand across the words of the transfiguration textbook. There was an exam coming up, and you wanted to get the best score possible.

You were about to flip to the next section you had been struggling on when you heard the chair across from you scrape across the floorboards rather loudly. You look up to be met with Ron awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" He tentatively asks.

You simply shook your head and returned to your studying.

"What are you working on?" Ron leaned forward to try and see what you were constantly scribbling.

"I'm studying for the transfiguration exam tomorrow." You say, not looking up from your book.

You continue sitting in silence for a few minutes with the only sounds coming from the both of you being the scraping of your quill on parchment and the flipping of pages.

"Why are you here, Ronald?" You kept your focus on your paper, moving the now full piece to the side so the ink can dry while you grab another and begin your writing again.

"Well..." Ron starts, leaning back in his chair awkwardly as he contemplates his next words, "I wanted to say sorry for how I've been acting lately."

This caught your attention; you set your quill down and straighten your back, looking at Ron properly for the first time in a while. He had his head turned away from you, probably due to the awkwardness of it all. He leaned forward onto the table a bit before speaking again, "Hermione said that you would be in here this morning."

"Yeah." You respond, waiting for the full apology to come.

"Look, Fred and George talked to me last night and made me realize that you have been my friend for basically all my life and what house you are in shouldn't matter because you are still you." He further explains, burning holes into the table.

"Okay..." You trail off, starting to get annoyed that he's dragging this on for longer than needed.

Ron finally looked you in the eyes for the first time and fumbled with his hands in his lap, "I'm really sorry about how I've been lately. I know it wasn't fair to you for me to be treating you differently since you're a Slytherin." He tried thinking of what to say next while you continued staring in silence, not giving him the satisfaction of a response.

"We've known each other for years before and you've only treated me kindly... mostly. But, when you got sorted, I just thought that most Slytherin's were evil so you just were inserted right into that category for me." Ron shoved his hand across the table and towards you, slightly ruffling your papers, "Will you forgive me?"

You stared at his hand for a bit. 'After all this time he's now apologizing?! I want to be angry at him, but he's realized what he did wrong and even apologized for it. He never apologizes. Maybe this realization will change him for the better.' You smiled and took his hand, shaking it.

"I don't necessarily forgive you for treating me like garbage. But if you start treating me like how you used for before we were sorted, then all is well." You finish.

Ron's eyes filled with joy as he shook your hand rather violently and nearly shouted, "Thank you! I'll treat you better I promise!"

Ron's face dropped when Madam Pince marched over and hushed the boy. Ron's face turned red in embarrassment, and he quickly rushed out of the library.

Madam Pince looked to you for a moment in question and you shrugged. You decided that you should head to breakfast now and packed up your items carefully into your bag.


Your feet tapped against the stone while you make your way to the Great Hall. You double-checked for everything in your bag that you would need for the day and opened the large doors to the Hall. You took a sweeping glance around; not many people were in the Hall yet since it was still rather early.

You saw Hermione waving at you from the Gryffindor table, and she gestured for you to sit with her. You nervously made your way over to the group. You've always seen Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs sitting at each other's tables and Slytherins sitting with Ravenclaws while Gryffindors sat with Hufflepuffs on occasion. However, you've never seen a Slytherin sit at the Gryffindors table before.

You take a seat next to Ron and across from Harry and Hermione. Awkwardly, you put some food onto your plate and talked with Hermione for a bit when you hear Ron insist on Harry eating for the third time this morning.

"Take a bite of toast, mate, go on."

"Ron's right, Harry. You're going to need you strength today." Hermione insisted.

Harry just stares at his plate and responds to their insistence with, "I'm not hungry."

You look across the table to Hermione with a quirk of your brow, 'What does he need his strength for? Is something going on today?' As soon as the thought passes your mind, Professor Snape walks up and answers your question.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...." Your head of house looks at you in slight disapproval, "even if it is against Slytherin."

Professor Snape keeps eye contact with you further questioning, "May I ask, Ms. L/n, why you are sitting at the Gryffindor table?"

You nervously remained eye contact with your head of house and replied, "I wanted to sit with my friends that I don't often talk with, Professor."

At that, Snape looked at you with slight disapproval again and limped away. You looked down at your food and solemnly moved some of your breakfast around the plate. You can hear Harry conspiring about your head of house, but you couldn't care enough to listen, 'Maybe I should've just sat with the Slytherin's. This is just awkward now.'

An owl started screeching as it flew into the Great Hall. It was carrying a very large and long parcel. It was dropped off right in front of Harry on the table, making you assume it was for him.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"But I-I never get mail." Harry glanced at the package.

"Let's open it." Ron was practically bouncing in his seat next to you.

The package was practically ripped open, revealing a Nimbus 2000. You look to the professors' table, seeing Professor McGonagall smiling at Harry and your eyebrows furrow. 'That's awfully nice of her. But it's a little unfair at the same time. Why is he so special?' Your thoughts begin spiraling further and further down a seemingly infinite rabbit hole, 'Isn't it a little inappropriate for her to be buying a student gifts? Doesn't that show favoritism, and that is not usually okay with teachers? I don't think my head of house even likes me, but Harry's is sending him expensive gifts. Life is so unfair.'

You're suddenly pulled out of the hole you were spiraling into when Ron slightly jabs your side, "Are you okay? You were glaring holes into your food."

You nod your head and excuse yourself to get ready for the Quidditch match later today.


You were fighting your way through a sea of students with Hermione and Ron as you tried making your way to the stands to watch the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

You see a hand stick above the crowd and wave to you. Your eyes trail down the arm, and your eyes find Millicent's face beaming at you. You smile at her, and you excuse yourself from Hermione and Ron to sit with the Slytherin's. Even if they were your friends, you still have pride for your house.

Behind you, you can hear the beginnings of an argument between Hermione and Ron, "Why isn't she supporting Harry? Isn't he her friend too?"

"Ron, stop being such a git and just let her support her house team." Hermione scolded the boy.

'You may not like my house Ronald Weasley, but I do. And I'm going to support my house whether you like it or not.' You have a determined look on your face as you strutted to Millicent. She led you to the seats that she was in, and you began cheering for your team.


You listened as Madam Hooch announced that the Gryffindor's won the game. You bury your face into your hands in disappointment. Watching your first real Quidditch match was super exciting though, you can't help but think that you might even want to try out for the team next year.

You aren't an awful flyer, and hey, if Harry could do it, why can't you?

You head back to your common room with the rest of the Slytherin's that watched the game. You chat with Millicent and the other girl in your dorm room, Daphne Greengrass.

You decide to head to sleep early that night, excited by the idea of perhaps trying out for your own house team next year.