Hedric vs. Drarry

I sigh as I step onto the Hogwarts Express. This is my third year of being tortured by that fool Dumbledore. Plus, I'll have to watch Cedric Diggory drool on Harry Potter. Yeah, they're a couple. Shocker. But everyone knows that Harry's a whole lot better off with me.

Trouble is, I didn't recognize Harry when I saw him buying robes right before our first year. I might have come off a bit mean, but I can tell that Harry likes bad boys. I don't know why he picked Cedric, myself. He was a dumb choice.

Here comes Harry now! I start walking over to him, putting on my best smirk. Hey, I didn't apply half a bottle of hair gel this morning for nothing. Sleakeazy's, too. I've got a bit of Harry's family on me, which should be enough to get him flirting.

Until I notice he's with Cedric Diggory. Cedric Diggory is a terrible, bullshitty person. I do not want to swear in my thoughts around Harry. Anyway, Cedric Diggory is the worst person ever. He basically bribed Harry with his handsome looks. Which, by the way, I am so much cuter than him.

And now the Golden Couple are smooching again. I hear cheers and catcalls. But what I hear even more than that is Harry giggling as Cedric kisses his forehead. I sigh and slam my compartment door shut. Harry's oblivious to the fact that Cedric Diggory is terrible and I'm awesome. I am way better than Pretty-Boy Diggory.

Problem is, I can still hear Cedric taking the life out of Harry's lips. I can't help but think that I should be doing that. I cast a few silence charms, and the sound of cheering and kissing is blocked out.

Crabbe and Goyle have found me. They enter my compartment and sit down opposite me. They're holding armfuls of candy, as always. I grab a Chocolate Frog and see Dumbledore's stupid face staring up at me from a Card. I give that one to Crabbe and open another one. This one's better—Merlin, the second-best Slytherin ever (next to only me), is displayed.

We eat in silence-me and my friends don't really talk a lot on trains. Or at all.

"So," I say, startling them both. "Cedric and Harry are still a thing."

"Yeah," mutters Goyle, who's eating a box of Every Flavour Beans. "Sorry, mate."

I punch the cushiony seat. "I should be with Harry."

"Yeah," Crabbe says. "But Diggory won't be giving him up soon. I hear he has plans to—well—turn Harry into an ex-virgin."

"Harry's too young for that," I say immediately. "I should be the one to make Harry an ex-virgin. When he's older."

The train stops. I groan. "Welcome to Hogwarts," I mutter sarcastically. 

I get my trunk and heave open the compartment door, muttering away all the jinxes I put on it. I see Harry and Cedric walking hand in hand, Hermione and Weasel-Boy behind them. It angers me to know that they aren't doing anything to stop Cedric from being with Harry.

"Oi! Weasel-Boy!" I yell, waltzing over to them.

"Malfoy," Harry growls. "Get out."

"Yeah," says Cedric. "You don't have a right to insult people."

"I'd like to have a little talk with the filthy Mudblood first," I say. Bad choice of words. Soon, after a couple hexes and punches, I'm lying on top of the ground with a scratch on my cheek. But it's cute, they way Harry is in denial. 

I pick myself up, cast a few muttering charms to fix myself up, and walk coolly to a chariot. Soon, we get to Hogwarts. I enter the Great Hall and sit beside Pansy.

"Potter's still not done with Diggory?" she mutters as the frightened-looking first-years come in.

"Nope," I mutter. "I don't get it. Why—"

McGonagall calls for quiet. "The Sorting ceremony is beginning." She explains the Ceremony to the first-years. "Right, then...Abrams, Joseph!"

A tall boy walks confidently up. He puts the Sorting Hat on, which says, "RAVENCLAW!"

The boy grins and waltzes over to the Ravenclaw table.

"Atkinson, Lucy!"

"SLYTHERIN!" I smile as the brunette joins us.

"Baldwin, Christopher."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I see Harry clapping.

My stomach growls. It feels like the candy on the train was centuries ago. Finally, the Sorting Ceremony ends with "Yandell, Josie", Sorted into Hufflepuff. Ugh, Diggory's stupid smile when a Hufflepuff joins them. Gag.

Dumbledore announces the start of the feast. I don't each much—the sight of Cedric going to the Gryffindor table and having some fun using spaghetti with Harry ruins my appetite. By the time Dumbledore announces the end of the feast, I've only eaten half a plate of the least dense food.

"A few things I would like to go over with you before we head to our dorms. No entering the Forbidden Forest, no magic after hours or in the hallways, and points can be given and taken away. Prefects cannot add points to houses for no reason. I thing that is all. Have a good night's sleep."

I head to my dorm. As I get into my four-poster, I can only say one thing: "Harry is mine. Screw Pretty-Boy Diggory." And with that, I drift off to sleep.