Admiring the Stars | D. Malfoy

Chapter 13

 You wake up the following day and head up to the Great Hall for breakfast. You made light conversation with Millicent on the way, talking about the various classes you needed to attend for the week.

You walk through the massive doors and take a seat at the Slytherin table, sneaking a glance at the Gryffindor table to see if you could spot your friends. When you do, you noticed that Harry and Ron now accompany Hermione, who was alone last night.

You furrow your brows slightly, wondering where the boys were. 'If they didn't take the train, then how did they get to the school in the first place?'

You shook your head and turned back around in your seat just in time for the morning mail to come along. Owls swooped in through the windows and dropped off various packages and letters to students all around. Athena comes down and drops off a letter in front of you before flying back up and heading to where you presume the owlery is.

You see that the seal is one that your mother often used when she sends letters to her other magical friends. You smile and break the wax seal, quickly skimming through the letter. It was just a short letter, written to ask about your summer and wish you good luck making the Slytherin team this year.

You smile to yourself, pocketing the letter and making a mental note to write to her later after classes. You continued to talk to Millicent about what your first class of the day would be and ate your breakfast in blissful peace.

—∞—

Your first class for the day and school year is Herbology, your favorite second to potions. You found that plants in the magical world are so much more interesting than the typical plants your dad had around.

Professor Sprout seems to be very enthusiastic about what she teaches, making her an excellent teacher to learn from. "Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Today, we will be repotting Mandrakes." She glanced at all of the students lining the long table in front of her, "Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?"

You raised your hand, being the only person other than Hermione to do so.

Professor Sprout looked to Hermione, "Yes, Miss Granger."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been transfigured to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

'Could she get anymore textbook than that? It nearly sounds like she has the book in her brain and she just read it from there.' You saltily think to yourself.

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor. As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet. However, they will knock you out for several hours. That is why I have provided each of you with a pair of earmuffs. If you would then...." Professor Sprout trailed off, waiting for every student to put their ear muffs on.

You took the earmuffs that were on the table in front of you, slipping them over your ears. The instant you slid them on, everything became muffled to the point where you could barely hear the person standing next to you.

Professor Sprout smiled and grabbed the tufty plant in front of her, pulling it up and letting the Mandrake cry. You could hear the shrill screams through the earmuffs, gasping slightly at the sheer loudness.

Across from you, you could feel the table thunk slightly as a boy passed out and knocked into it.

'Wow, that must suck. Wait... isn't he the boy who was flung around the castle grounds and broke his wrist during flying lessons last year?'

"Hm. Looks as though Mr. Longbottom neglected his muffs." Professor Sprout blatantly stated.

"No, ma'am. He's just fainted." A Gryffindor boy stared at the boy on the ground from his spot a few rows down.

"Very well. We'll just leave him then. Come now. Four to a tray, plenty of pots to go round."

You began working on repotting your own Mandrake, wincing as everyone else did the same, releasing their Mandrakes from their pots. The screeches from the plants were almost overwhelming, but you didn't want to end up like the boy across from you, so you power through the noise.

You quickly worked to cover the screeching plant with dirt. You glance to Draco at your left and snicker quietly to yourself when you see his finger gets bitten, 'Serves you right for sticking your finger in it's mouth.'

Apparently, he heard your snicker, glaring at you for a moment before looking away and planting his own Mandrake, quickly covering it with dirt.

Class finished relatively quickly after everyone potted their plants. Professor Sprout assigned a short essay on the Mandrake plant and released everyone from class.

—∞—

You sit in the Great Hall, piling food onto your plate for lunchtime. You peacefully ate as you spoke with Millicent, who sat across from you. Then, just as you were about to take another bite, you heard Mrs. Weasley's voice coming from the Gryffindor table.

You turn around in your seat and see that Ron has got himself a howler.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR!"

'That explains how they got to the school....' You wince at the booming voice.

"I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

The letter ripped itself to pieces, and you stared wide-eyed at the place it used to float. You glanced to Ginny, feeling bad because that must have been embarrassing, before turning around and continuing to eat, slightly making fun of Ron's predicament.

—∞—

After lunch, that day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, which so happened to be taught by none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. Unfortunately.

'Why in the world would Dumbledore hire that narcissistic man. I mean... look at all of the pictures of him.' You walked further into his classroom, getting more and more disgusted with every step, 'How can a man love his face this much... I mean, there's a painting of himself painting another picture of himself!'

You sat in your seat, realizing that you would probably learn more from reading the textbook than from this man. So, you made a mental note to go to the library later to read up on whatever he was supposed to be teaching today. Who knows how well this will end.

You zoned out for his entire speech and quiz on his achievements and birthdays and whatever else his narcissistic arse wanted to hear. Your interest was only peaked when he turned slowly to a cage with a showman's flair. You instantly recognize the Cornish Pixies when he whips off the cover that was draped over the cage.

"Cornish Pixies?" A Gryffindor boy who always seems to blow himself or other items up speaks up.

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies."

The Gryffindor boy snorted and begun to laugh, trying to hold himself together. You also lightly snickered, hoping Lockhart wouldn't hear.

Lockhart pointedly looked at the boy and yourself, apparently hearing the laughs you let out. "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan, Miss L/n, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters." He gripped the cage handle.

'Is he going to release them?!' Your grin instantly dropped.

"Let's see what you make of them now!"

The instant the cage door was opened, the electric blue pixies began to rocket around the room. Chaos instantly ensued within the classroom. Students were being sprayed with ink bottles, beakers were being broken, and books were being shredded. That last one physically pained you.

As the students began panicking and running about the classroom, you seized your bag and ducked underneath your table to protect yourself and your things.

You noticed that the same boy who passed out earlier was gripped by his ears and lifted into the air by two of the pixies. He was dropped on the chandelier, hung by his robes. 'That seems awfully familiar.'

You took your wand out and levitated Neville from the chandelier to the ground.

"Thank you so much!" He smiled at you.

You ducked under a pixie that launched itself towards you both, "Yeah, well, I didn't want you to break your wrist by falling... again."

Neville awkwardly laughed off your comment, turning a bit red in the face.

"My name's Y/n L/n. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." You held your hand out.

He took it, all signs of awkwardness leaving him, "Neville Longbottom."

You hardly noticed Hermione take care of all the pixies as Lockhart ran out of the classroom with the rest of the students.

You walked to Hermione and thanked her for freezing all of the pixies. She smiled, and you walked with the Golden Trio and Neville out of the classroom.