Ooooooh, my boi going to school!
Draco looked around the table after everyone had been sorted, and realised that, yes, this was lovely. He already knew that his years at Hogwarts were going to be… exciting. He locked eyes with one of his childhood best friends, Blaise, and smiled. Blaise smirked back at him, and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh Draco, do let the rest of us know what you’re thinking about. You look like you’re about to start singing”, Blaise said, beaming at him. That certainly got the attention from the rest of the first year Ravenclaws. Draco snorted, glancing around at everyone. “Well, you see Blaise, I just couldn’t help but notice that our little group have basically been spread around Hogwarts. And I also can’t help but to remember that a certain Ms. Romanov and myself already predicted this”, Draco practically purred. Blaise merely rolled his eyes at his friend.
“Please, keep bragging about your psychic abilities, why don’t you”, Blaise retorted. Draco scoffed at him. “I wish. Then I could tell whenever Pansy and Peter are about to do something stupid”, Draco said, trying not to smile. Another first year, Michael Corner, quietly piped up “You speak so lowly of them and their intelligence, yet you have this fond expression when you do. I assume you must truly care for these friends you speak of”. Michael directed a knowing look at him, eyes gleaming, smiling brightly.
“You assume correctly. Hopefully, we’ll also grow to be close friends. And I mean all of us”, he answered. He gave a gentle and easy going smile to the other students sitting closeby. “As do we, Draco. It’s been wonderful getting to know you all so far”, a girl named Lisa Turpin answered. She spoke with a quiet and calm tone. Draco could tell that she was an introvert. She kept glancing down at the table whenever someone asked her a question, and she seemed to be trying to hide behind her brown hair. Draco could relate. A lot.
“It really has. Hopefully the feast ends soon. I can’t wait to see the Ravenclaw common room. Or even better, our dormitories!”, a boy by the name of Anthony Goldstein exclaimed. Terry Boot, the boy sitting next to Anthony, sighed. “Yes Anthony, we know. This is the millionth time you’ve said it. And please don’t be so loud, all this noise is giving me a headache”, he said. Anthony quickly apologised, sounding guilty for making his new friend uncomfortable. Terry simply chuckled, and told him it was okay.
Yes, Draco finally decided. This was going to be a superb experience. He was sure of it. Now, just to make sure that bloody Peter Stark actually went to sleep at night. He’d have to talk to Sam and Clint, or perhaps ask one of the first year Hufflepuffs to keep an eye on him.
Que Pansy, quite possibly the most horrifying and magnificent woman in the world (wait, no, nevermind. That seat is reserved for Natasha, on second thought), shouting at said Peter to “WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU HEATHEN! IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO FIX YOUR HAIR! TWO HOURS!”. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating. It was more like she spoke very, very loudly. He glanced at Blaise, their eyes meeting, and they both nodded at each other. They simultaneously turned around, and watched the scene before them unfold. Just in time too, it seemed.
Peter woke with a start, body jerking sharply. In his effort to look like a seal gone mental (and that’s what it looked like, if Draco was being completely honest with himself), Peter had accidentally slapped the girl sitting next to him, Megan Jones, if he wasn’t mistaken. Peter immediately started rambling about how sorry he was, and asking if she was okay, whilst Jones was trying to tell him it was fine. Just behind Peter, he could see Pansy, laughing her arse off.
As she was calming down, their eyes finally met, and he glared at her. No matter how funny it was, it wasn’t nice of her. He silently mouthed at her ‘say sorry’. She rolled her eyes, and he could practically hear her sigh. She tapped Peter, the poor innocent boy, on the shoulder, and apologised.
Allegedly. He couldn’t know for sure. That’s when Blaise suddenly stood up, and yelled at Pansy from across the two tables.
“Bloody hell Parkinson! Never knew you’d be enough of an attention whore to do such a thing to poor Petey! Tsk tsk! What would Tony say?”. Blaise had a wicked look in his eyes. Draco suddenly understood what he was trying to do, and he smirked. Oh, Blaise was playing DIRTY.
“The hell did you do to my brother, Parkinson?!”. That was the sound of none other than the man himself. Tony Stark stood up from the Slytherin table and glared at Pansy. He then turned towards his baby brother, who was blushing furiously at having all of the rooms attention on him. Draco probably should have mentioned that. “You okay baby brother? What did she do?”, Tony asked, ever the protective brother.
Ahhh, yes. This was perfect. Just what Draco imagined his first day to be like. Wonderful.