only wish

“yeah whatever..you made up your mind yet?” the girl rolled her eyes. The hat’s brim opened as if to say something, “gryf-“ but was cut off and stuttered, “Sly-slytherin…”. The girl threw the hat off and eyed it, “uhh…med-medication to you. You obviously need it.” She turned and looked at the staring students and frowned, “what?”.

Draco watched through narrowed eyes as the girl walked to the table. He finally realized that the only empty seats were around him. Wonderful, he cursed. She sat down opposite from him and returned his glare head-on. The silence was very uncomfortable as the other Slytherins threw her looks filled with disdain and shifted restlessly. McGonagall cleared her throat, “ Let the feast begin.”

The girl jerked back from the table as the dishes suddenly filled with food. “Ok, now where the hell did that all come from?” she looked under the table and looked back up, “ Okay, now that is just weird.”. She looked up to see Draco staring at her incredously, “What?!” She snapped. “You are one of the most idiotic muggles I have ever had the misfortune to meet.” Draco sneered. “Oh, well I’m sorry Mr. I know everything,” She snapped, “Where I come from, people actually know how to cook their food. I highly doubt you would be able to cook anything let alone turn on the stove.”. Draco instantly caught her American accent and frowned. What the hell was an American doing here?

“What’s your point? I highly doubt you will able to perform any magic let alone hold a wand properly.” He retorted.

“Like I wanted to.” She turned and crossed her arms over her chest. Draco frowned, “ Then what the fuck are you doing here? We don’t need any other mudbloods filthing up the school.”

“Since I have no idea what mudblood means, I’ll let the mudblood insult slide,” She turned and flipped the knife that was laying by her plate into her hand, she gently held it under his throat, “but I’m in a bad enough mood already so I suggest leaving me alone golden boy.” Draco’s eyes narrowed and the knife turned into a hissing snake. He saw the girl’s eyes widen but she didn’t even flinch. Calmly, she threw the snake at his face. “ I HATE snakes.” She muttered.

Draco ignored her, fuming inside. He flicked his wand at her underneath the table. She grimaced as a sharp headache invaded her skull. Draco secretly smirked, it was a little nonverbal spell he had invented. The headache would last for 6 days and even Madam Promfrey wouldn’t be able to cure it. It wasn’t any big revenge but he didn’t to draw any more unwanted attention to himself. He inwardly grinned, he had found a new victim.