Slytherin Love Story

When I finally said my goodbyes to my muggle parents, I went off through the wall to get to Platform 9 3/4. I remembered it from last year, because I was just as confused as every other first year. I was also a little confused, because people like me usually don't become wizards. I mean, two modern, non-wizard parents and now a witch going to school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At first my parents thought someone was spamming us, or it came with a magazine subscription or something. All until the day I checked the mail, saw my name, and opened the letter. That was when we all realized what was happening. At least a little bit.

Anyways, I didn't have a very swell time for my first year at Hogwarts. One reason was because I was put in Slytherin, being the nice soul I am. And Draco Malfoy. He turns on his charm, but then stabs you in the back.

I'm sorry. You probably don't want to know my whole past.
When I hugged my dad goodbye, I turned and showed some first years and their families the way to the express. That looked like me last year. As I walked through the wall with my owl and suitcase, hoping that I went through at the right time. I got on the train just as it came in.

I walked down the isle, found an empty compartment, then sat down to a soft sleep and a long train ride in front of me. When I woke up everybody was still on the train, and I had some visitors with me.

"Well, well, well. Look which mudblood decided to come back for another year?" The voice was familiar. I dared myself to turn my head to see who it was, but I didn't want to. I already knew who it was. Draco.

"Go away." I muttered, turning my body so he was looking at my back.
I heard some snickers in the background. Crabbe and Goyle. Surprise, surprise.

"Don't tell me what to do. Understand?" He darted through my ears, making me cringe. Who could be so cruel?

"I'm not a slave, remember that."

"Come on, I didn't mean for that as an insult. I didn't mean it." Here we go again. The charm.

"Stop that." I said seriously, and turned around to show him I meant it. I gave him my signature stare, and he was scared. I could tell.

"Ok, ok." He said, and backed off to his own compartment.

Wow. Why can't he just try being nice for once? I couldn't even believe it. Who does that? As I was asking myself questions, I drifted off into a dream where everyone was nice.

When we arrived at Hogwarts, I awoke with a jolt, from the train stopping. Almost like the train just about missed its station, and had to slam on the brakes.

I grabbed my things and proceeded to the doors. I recognized many of the old faces, and was greeted with the new. I had more friends who were older than in their second year with me. Once I got off the train I saw Draco making fun of some first years.

"STOP." I yelled at him, and when he looked up at me all the young wizards ran off.

"What did I tell you? Don't tell me what to do." He shot at me, then walked away.

"At least I can actually be nice to people." I muttered under my breath as I walked up to the castle.

"Thanks." Said one of the kids who ran off. "You really saved us there."

"No problem. I'm not the biggest fan of Draco, either."

I went to go sit down at the Slytherin table by some of the older guys, saving me a spot because they knew I would want them to. I got the pleasure to sit by a 5th year named Logan, and a 4th year named Casey; much better than Draco.
All the 1st years went through the sorting hat, and we screamed for the Slytherins, even though I felt bad for the kids.

I was just waiting to eat food. I was starving, because this year I was smart and saved my appetite for here.

It was delicious, by the way.

When the feast was over I went up to the dorms and got all my stuff set up for the school year. I decided to just go down to the common area and chat with some of the others. And, who just has to show up as I sit down? You guessed it.

Draco Malfoy.

I ignored him and talked to everybody else in the room, except for him. I would walk by and make him mad, but not say a WORD.

The next morning we had our classes. My first class was Potions with Professor Snape. He assigned me to sit my Draco. Something was seriously up with that. He usually never assigns seats unless someone asks him, or one of the two are being disruptive. Both of those statements could be true for Draco, but definitely not for me.

"So, how do you feel about the new seats?" He whispered to me as Snape was talking about some potion that can turn you into a certain animal, depending on the ingredients in it.

"Why do you do things like this?"

"What?"

"I already know you asked him to do this. You weren't goofing around back there."

"Yeah, and what are you supposed to about it? I'm not the teacher. The teacher just likes me." He said, and gave the "Draco" smirk.

I rolled my eyes then turned my focus back to Snape. He never was too interesting. No offense.

"You're really pretty, know that?"

"What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything."

This guy has serious problems.

"Yes, you did."

His facial expression gave away his words for him. It was one of those faces like "What? Did I just say what I thought?"

I tried to remain focused on Potions, but I just couldn't. I could tell Draco couldn't either. He was too busy debating on whether he said his thoughts or not.

He wrote a note to me that read, "Meet me by the forest tonight at 7."
I couldn't control myself anymore. My anger was just built up so much. "Stop!" I screamed out. Everything was silent. All eyes were on either me or Draco.

"Tessa, go into my office. Now."

I went there, fists in a ball, angry. Not sad, disappointed in myself; mad. I went into his office and sat down in one of the chairs. Why does he have to be such a suck up, then go and act all charming.

Snape came in, closed the door, and sat down in his large chair behind the desk. "What has gotten into you? I know you're in my house, but really. Control yourself."

"I can't. If you had to sit next to that stupid wizard, you would be going insane too."

"Don't you get it? Draco is in love with you. That's why he asked me if he could sit by you in any possible class."

"He has a terrible way of showing it."

"Give him some slack."

"No. I'm tired of this. I'm sick of everybody covering up for Draco when I'm feeling cheated and terrible inside."

"Not everybody covers for him."

"Yes, they do. Everybody but Dumbledore."

"That's not the point."

"That's the only reason I screamed at him, Professor."

He was silent for awhile. "I'm going to have to say go to the forest at 7 like he asked you."

"How-"

"I can hear you even when you think I can't."

"But he passed a note-"

"He told me already. I wasn't going to let him off with sitting next to you for no reason. Go to your next class, I dismissed them already."

I was more than angry now. He didn't help, at all. Draco is still a suck up, Snape still gives him what he wants. Nothing new.

I walked out, but didn't go to my next class. I went to the bathroom and cried.

Tears of anger, hatred, and confusion.

Myrtle was there behind me, I could sense her.

"What's wrong, hun?"

"Draco Malfoy."

"Him? There's no reason to cry over him. He's not worth it."

"I think it's the other way around."

"You mean, Draco is actually in love with you, not jerking off to someone else?"

"Weird, right."

"I have this advice for you; give it a chance."

I ran away, to the dorm, and slept the whole day, thinking about giving him a chance.

Like it would really happen.