Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Draco Malfoy hurried down to the great hall. He was in his seventh year, if only just. There had been a few people who didn't fancy a death eater's son coming back to Hogwarts, but his salvation through Snape had overruled the arguments.
He was going to pass his N.E.W.T's, get a secure job in the ministry and forget all about this hell-hole.
At least, he hoped so.
"Hey Malfoy, killed any innocents lately?" Ron Weasley jeered as he entered the hall. Draco didn't bother to look up. The Slytherins hated him, as did the Gryffindors, and he despised himself for ending up in this position.
"Yeah, murdered any muggles?"
Draco passed the Ravenclaw table, glad that at least one house didn't express their hate so loudly. Sitting down near the end of the Slytherin table, which was a little emptier now Vincent, Gregory, and a handful of others had been expelled. Helping himself to roast potatoes, he ignored the occasional jibes that came his way, blocking them out and concentrating entirely on his plate.
A skinny arm reached over his shoulder and grabbed a platter of carrots from the table.
"What the-"
"Sorry, but we've completely run out. Luna Lovegood stole half of them to feed to her Crumble Horned Snorkack, or whatever thing she's currently keeping in her imagination. I can't believe she's in Ravenclaw, of all places, can you? She's totally nuts, I mean, it's like, for example, she-"
"Well, enjoy your carrots." Draco said, turning back to his now rather cold potatoes.
"You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you? Seamus Finnegan says you feed children's tortured souls to the Dark Lord, but I hardly believe him, it's not like you'd be allowed into Hogwarts if you were following him, would you?"
Draco frowned. He hadn't talked much to anyone since he got off the Hogwarts express. Well, Pansy had talked to him, but he hadn't really talked back, and she'd given up after that.
"Excuse me, do I know you?" He asked, turning to the smiling, dark-haired girl.
"Well, I don't suppose I've ever talked to you much, though I am in your year. I'm Parvati's sister, you know, Parvati Patil. She's in your year you know. I am too, she's my twin."
"Patil…Pam, was it?" Patil abandoned the plate of carrots and sat down on the bench next to him.
"No! I'm Padma, nice to meet you. No need to introduce yourself, I know you're called Draco Malfoy. I sometimes wish wasn't in Ravenclaw, lovely people, very intelligent, but they don't seem to chat much, you know what I mean?"
"Mmm." Draco said noncommittally, finished his potatoes at long last and starting on a mound of boiled vegetables. "Who's Luna Lovegood?"
"Oh, she's in the year bellow, with Sophie Green. Sophie doesn't like her of course, but then again, not many people do. I think they're all a bit scared of her, it makes sense to me. But then again, rumour has it-"
"Who's Sophie Green?"
"Oh, Sophie's really nice, her brother was in Slytherin though. They're both muggle born. They have black hair…Of course, Will's left now, he's got some job in Finland, don't know what. Anyway, Ginny Weasley says that-" This time, it wasn't Draco who interrupted Padma, but her twin, who was standing right behind Draco. They certainly weren't identical, but it was easy to tell they were related.
"Padma, I've got news."
"Coming, Pav. Anyway, nice to talk with you, but I have to go." The girls walked off, leaving a slightly confused Draco sitting gazing at the abandoned plate of carrots. At least tomorrow it would be Saturday.
The next day, Luna Lovegood sat cross legged on her four poster bed. She was writing a poem in multi coloured ink, but it wasn't coming out very well. She absentmindedly chewed the end of her quill, then screwed up her face in disgust and ran to the nearest girls bathroom.
Multi coloured ink did not taste at all nice. Such a shame she'd run out of edible ink. Never mind. Rinsing out her mouth, Luna tossed the scrap of parchment in the bin and gave up on writing poems for the time being. Instead she pulled out a crystal ball and gazed intently into it, ignoring strands of pale hair that fell into her face. Nothing happened.
Luna scowled. It was not going to be a good weekend, if it had started like this.
On Saturday morning, Draco sat in the library. He had finished all his homework except an annoying assignment from Hagrid, which included looking after a fire salamander. He still had to feed it.
Even if he was convinced that the evil sucker would toast him.
He got up and moved to the exit.
"Hey Malfoy, hiding in the library again?" Potter drawled.
Draco scowled. It was not going to be a good weekend, if it had started like this.
A/N: What do you think? I know it's short, but I am planning on making the next chapters longer.
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