Wizarding Week

Louise has always dreamt of going somewhere completely new, and when her school organises an exchange with a mysterious school called Hogwarts, it's her perfect moment. Louise doesn't realise the magic behind the doors of Hogwarts, and maybe, just maybe, she might even fit in with the people there more.


4. Unknown feelings.

The man, who I presume is Dumbledore, has half moon glasses perched on the end of his nose. His face is wrinkly, but there is an obvious smile on his lips. Before he speaks, I glance over at Draco, who meets my eye contact and quickly looks away. 

"So tonight, we have some very special visitors." Dumbledore begins, "Our exchange students have arrived, from Grangewood School for Girls." His eyes meet mine for a minute, and he peers over his glasses, "And Pates School For Boys."

There is a loud cheer from the boys school, they're scattered across the room, but I notice that there aren't many exchange students in Slytherin, maybe one or two. Draco had told me that Slytherin's tend to hate muggles, or muggle born wizards, and I was guessing this was the reason why they didn't have many students.

"Please treat the exchange students how you'd wish to be treated, and make sure they don't get lost. Now, let's eat!" Dumbledore raised his hands and mountains of food appeared on the tables. I, along with lots of others, gasped. 

Ron's eyes brightened as he saw the food, "Wow, we usually have good food. But this is out of this world!" He looks at me, "It must be because it's a special occasion, because of you muggles." He laughs, piling his plate with food.

I wasn't sure what I wanted to have, so I chose some salad, pasta, and potatoes, as I'm a vegetarian. I was sure if wizards knew what this was, because everyone at the table looked at me very strangely. However, nobody said anything, they were too busy stuffing their faces.

Hermione rolled her eyes, putting her knife and fork down for a moment, "Honestly Ron! Do you ever stop eating?"

Ron replied, but no one could understand what he was saying, he had a mouth full of food. Harry laughed, obviously used to their bickering. I couldn't help but notice the chemistry between Ron and Hermione, like with Ginny and Harry. I planned to ask Ginny about her and Hermione later.

Some very loud laughter came over from the Slytherin table, I looked over to see Draco, he was very red in the face, and people were pointing at him. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore, I needed to know what was wrong with Draco.

A large boy sat next to Draco shouted, "Malfoy? With a muggle? That's hilarious!" I felt sick in the stomach, somebody had seen us in the corridor, and they'd told Draco's friends. Maybe it was Orla? I doubted it, but I needed to speak with him.

Harry had noticed me getting fidgety, he had heard what they had been laughing about on the Slytherin table, he slid across the bench and whispered in my ear, "Is that to do with you, Louise?"

I couldn't look at him, the only thing I could do was nod, Harry understood immediately. I'd only known him for an afternoon, but I felt like I could trust him, there was just something about those blue eyes that made me want to tell him everything. But I couldn't, not everything. I wasn't ready to admit that I liked Draco yet, not even to myself.

Before Harry could reply, Draco had stood up from the Slytherin table, causing eyes to raise around the Great Hall, it didn't look like it was usual thing to do, to leave dinner early. Draco's cheeks were red, and his hands were clenched into fists, I wanted to run over, and tell him everything would be okay, but I knew I couldn't. I was in Gryffindor robes, he was a Slytherin. My eyes followed him as he walked briskly out of the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione had been watching too, Ron had been too busy eating his steak to see any of this.

He took a bite of bread, "Why is everyone looking surprised?" Bread crumbs sprayed out of his mouth and Hermione looked disgusted.

"Honestly Ronald, don't speak with your mouth full!" She brushed her frizzy hair out of her eyes, frowning at Ron.

I gripped the side of the bench, undecided on following Draco or not, I decide to, against my better judgement, I tell Harry I'm going to the toilet, and get up from the bench, feeling eyes on me. The whole of the Slytherin table are looking at me in complete and utter disgust, I can tell how much they despise me by the looks on their faces. However much I hate being judged and looked at, I was worried about Draco, and I needed to see if he was okay.

The corridors were quiet, as everyone was having dinner, my footsteps echoed on the cold stone floor as I walked in the direction that I had been Draco go. However, the staircases moved in Hogwarts, and there were about a thousand rooms he could be in. I decide to start where I last met him, down the dark corridor near the Gryffindor tower. Luckily, I remember the way, and it doesn't take me long to get there. 

The corridor was darker, and quieter than before, the only thing I could hear was some of the ghosts whispering to each other, probably wondering who I was. They could probably feel a muggle present or something. Though was I a muggle? This wasn't the time to be thinking about that. My eyes squinted to the end of the corridor, where I saw a dark figure sat up against the wall, slouched over. I couldn't tell who it was until I got closer. It was Draco.

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