The Carnival 》Draco Malfoy [1]

In which a wizard meets a witch in the Muggle world.
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Draco Malfoy fanfiction.

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The collar on my robes faded into a green colour and a serpent logo found it's way onto my now green tie. The table on the far right hand side of the Great Hall had already erupted into a fit of cheers and wolf-whistles, which made my eyes stray over to the two redheaded twins from earlier who were frowning and booing loudly from the table on the opposite side of the room.

When I sat down in the same spot as before, the quiet girl, Pansy Parkinson, watched me smugly, but in a good way, as though she were proud, and then she spoke.

"What is your blood status?"

Her gaze grazed over me egotistically.

"Why? Is it important?" I laughed half-heartedly, fiddling around with an empty goblet in front of me. That is, until the Headmaster finally announced that the feast would begin, and plenty of food magically appeared in front of us. Boiled potatoes, steak, bread, green peas, and plenty others.

"Forget about that," Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Let us eat."

I reached over to grab one of the golden bowl that was piled off to the side the same time Draco did, accidentally knocking one of the bowls out of his hands. My stomach lurched as the entire stack of bowls, probably about a dozen or so in this particular pile, were sent falling off to the side, crashing all over the place. A loud ruckus was sent down the line.

Sabrina stared at Draco and I with a blank but annoyed look, blinking slowly. Draco and I both quickly managed to fix all the bowls up.

Next time I'd just stick with the plate in front of me. 

"I'm so sorry!" I breathed out as Draco slowly, gently placed a bowl in front of me, as though he feared I'd set the bowl on fire.

"You really are a klutz, aren't you?" Draco mused, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Not usually," I responded as I placed a simple, decent meal in my bowl.

"Congratulations, by the way," Sabrina said smugly, staring at me in a fake-vicious way. At least, I hoped so. "You just made the best House."

Pansy scoffed from beside her. "You're just bothered that you're a Slytherin. Honestly, after all these years? Get over it."

"Oh, shut up. If I wasn't the daughter of such horrible people who both just happened to be in Slytherin, I wouldn't have minded it."

I squirmed in my seat, feeling very uncomfortable to have heard someone speak so poorly of their parents. I'd never have done so. I couldn't help but put my own two sense in.

"You're not your parents, so don't worry about it - even though I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."

Pansy seemed half happy with my response. Sabrina opened her mouth to argue, but a high-pitched throat clearing sounded from the front. I glanced over curiously, my eyes meeting a short, pudgy woman in a long pink cardigan - the woman who was calling the first years over to her. She seemed to be a new teacher as the students had been eyeing her curiously.

"Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say! And to see such happy little faces looking up at me. I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends! The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lost them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by out ancestors must be guarded, replenished and polished by those who have been called to nobel profression of teaching."

I blinked up at the small woman, not understanding a word she had to say. She was practically speaking words in which everyone already knew in the back of their minds. She continued, but I didn't pay very much attention.

"Every Headmaster and Headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress, there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. Because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited."

The woman forced a smile before taking her seat again, very few people applauded her odd speech.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"I take it she's our new Defence against The Dark Arts teacher," Draco responded.

"And who are the other teachers?"

"Professor McGonagall," Sabrina said, pointing to the witch who had escorted the first years in. "Our Transfiguration teacher. Then there's Professour Sprout, our Herbology teacher. She also happens to be Head of Hufflepuff House. That woman at the end there is Madame Pomfrey, she's the school nurse. Madam Pince is normally - oh, there she is. The librarian. See that ghost all the way over there? His name is Professor Binns, I believe he teaches Ancient Runes - History of Magic, I mean. Professor Babbling teachers Ancient Runes. That whacko over there is Professor Trelawney who is our Divination teacher. That small teacher over there is Professor Flitwick, he's the Charms teacher. And then there's -"

"And then there's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House. He's the Potion's teacher and he's brilliant," Pansy interrupted. "Always awards us Slytherin's House Points, especially Draco. He takes points away from everyone else because they're all just pathetic."

"And Hagrid our Care of Magical Creatures teacher should be here, but he's obviously been replaced by Professor Grubbly-plank, like Dumbledore said," Sabrina finished.

I blinked, trying me best to absorb all the information. "All right," I said slowly. "Thanks for that."

Draco suddenly puffed out his chest, and Pansy noticed and smirked, sitting up straighter.

I looked back and forth between the two. "Is this some kind of tradition?"

"No, Draco and I just happen to be Prefects. See?" Pansy pointed to the green 'P' that was badged onto her robes. Draco had the same.

Dinner finished within the next fifteen minutes, and people began to stand from the tables and pile out of the Great Hall, loud chatter pounding from each area of the incredibly large room.

"First years, this way! Follow us!" Multiple voices were saying.

Sabrina gestured for me to follow her while Pansy and Draco were escorting the first years out of the Great Hall.

"If only the doors were a little wider," I heard Sabrina mutter.

We were almost near the exit when somebody barged into me all of a sudden. Keeping steady on my feet, I glanced up, annoyed, until my eyes fell onto a set of redheaded twins.

"Hello, again," I smiled.

The twins bowed jokingly, their noses almost reaching the ground. I raised an eyebrow.

"We believe introductions are a requirement," the both of them chorused. One of the twins spun around for a moment before spinning around fully when two people were in his grasp, clutching their robes.

"George!" A redheaded girl snapped. She squirmed for a moment before George finally set her robes free. "If these ripped mum would have your head."

"Guys - come on."

"Emma, meet Ginny, our sweet baby sister," Fred gestured to the redhead, whose eyes finally found mine.

The girl was clearly close to my age, maybe an inch or two shorter than myself. Her eyes were a light, chocolate brown and light freckles were scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her firey, flaming red hair was curtaining her shoulders.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," I chirped, shaking her hand. "You're really pretty, by the way. I'm loving all this red hair - it definitely brightens up the place."

Ginny removed the glare she had once held on her brothers and smiled warmly, greeting me back.

"And this is Harry," George introduced the boy, who happened to be the exact same boy Draco had picked on when were at Hogsmeade station. He smiled weakly, pushing his glasses up the bride of his nose. "Harry Potter."

Now that I was up close to the boy, I could definitely recognise him better. I recognised him as the Triwizard champion, and the boy who had supposedly conjured a patronus in the presence of a Muggle. The poor boy was just always in the papers. I didn't know what happened next, but Harry Potter was crushed by my deathly embrace. I don't know why I did it, but I was just excited to finally have met the boy. I greeted him like an old friend.

"Oh, holy dragonballs, I'm hugging Harry Potter!" I exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement, leaving Harry no choice but to jump up and down with me. He laughed nervously. "Oh - it's so nice to finally meet you."

Harry gave me an awkward pat on the back. The only funny thing about the situation was the fact that the feeling had felt so familiar, as though it had happened before. Harry was frowning when I pulled back from the hug, and he eyed me curiously, as though he'd felt it as well.

"Yes, well. Harry and Ginny are lovers, you see."

"Fred!"

"No, we're not."

"We'd introduce you to our brother Ron, but he's a - dare I say the horror - he's a prefect."

"Well, if it isn't Saint Potter and his fellow Blood-traitors," a voice spat, and I looked over my shoulder to see Draco standing beside Sabrina, a sneer of disgust on his face.

The twins opened their mouths to retort something but Ginny was first.

"Just ignore him. He's a pathetic waste of our time," Ginny snarled. She looked at me and said, "Goodbye. And Good luck," before walking away with her brothers and Harry.

I sighed and turned around. Draco was smirking to himself and Sabrina was gazing at her fingernails.

"Why must you be so cruel?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to be taking care of the first years?"

"Pansy can handle it," Draco shrugged. He moved over to me and slung his arm around my shoulders, bringing his face closer to mine. "Besides, I am taking care of a first year. You."
 

 

 

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