I woke up with a headache and swollen lips. God, what did Pansy and I do last night? I remembered kissing her in the broom cupboard after the Welcome Feast. And then we went to the common room…I think? Yeah we did, because Blaise was making out with Daphne in our room. That’s when Pansy attacked me again, and we had a longer make out session. I must have fallen asleep, but did Pansy leave?
I rolled over to find, that my bed was definitely Pansy free. I was tired and wanted to sleep more. Why do classes start so bloody early?
I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to fix my hair and get dressed. God, I’m a mess!
A half an hour later I was making my way from the dungeons to the Great Hall. My lips were still swollen and I had hickeys all over my neck, but I could care less.
“Hey, Draco! Where are you going without saying Good morning to me!” shouted Pansy’s voice in my ear. I kissed her on the lips quickly to shut her up, and then continued to walk over to the Slytherin table. Pansy was hanging from the side of my arm, trying all she could to get me to notice her. Once reaching the table I shook her off, and sat down next to Blaise.
“Morning sunshine, did you sleep well?” he said, clearly mocking how late I slept in.
“Shut up, Blaise.” I glared at him, causing him to laugh, soon followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
The others started chatting away but I really could only focus on what I was eating. It was too early to listen to Crabbe ranting about stupid crap. I really wanted to shout at him No one cares about the bloody house elves in the kitchens are now limiting the amount of food you can take! You’re fat enough already! But of course I didn’t, for I have self control.
So instead I focused on the toast I was eating, and watching all the other students in the Great Hall.
And that’s when I saw her again.
I first saw her on platform 9 and 3/4. She was gorgeous. Her hair was straight with a little curl on the end and it was a little shorter than shoulder length, which really showed off her thin swan-like neck. Her dirty blonde hair complemented her sun tanned skin. She had a thin waist and slim legs, that went on for miles. Or at least they looked like they did, the way her shorts were cut. She actually was pretty short. But then she turned completely around, and I recognized her.
She was the Ravenclaw mudblood.
She had caught me staring, and gave me a weird look. How could I be so stupid? It was so un-Malfoy like to stare. She made me lose it for a minute.
And now I’m sitting in the Great Hall, eating a piece a toast when I see her again. Again she looks perfect. She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table surrounded by other hot girls, yet she was the one I couldn’t stop staring at. No, not staring. I was only looking at her. Malfoy’s don’t stare. And I would never stare at a mudblood. Never.
The Ravenclaw got up from the table with a humiliated expression on her face. Then she caught my eye. She caught me staring at her. Again. Shit.
So I looked at her and mouthed the words “mudblood” to stop her from looking at me. Or maybe it was more to stop myself from looking at her. She then turned and left the hall.
“Draco are you listening to me?”
I snapped out of my little private world and focused back on reality. “What? Sorry Blaise, I didn’t catch that.”
“Draco, you’re really not a morning person” he laughed.
“You just figured that out?” I reported. Seriously I had known Blaise since I was 7 years old, and he was just figuring out that vital piece of information?
“Well I had said that the Quidditch tryouts are coming up since we now need a new seeker. Are you going to try out?”
“Well of course I’m going to bloody try out! Why do you think my father bought the team all new brooms?”
“Calm down, Draco. I was just asking. You better hope the tryouts aren’t in the morning.” Blaise began to laugh hysterically and soon I couldn’t help but laugh along.
Thank God I had Blaise, to help me get the Ravenclaw mudblood out of my mind.