Ugh. Another boring year at Hogwarts. Five years here, and I already hate it. Two more years. Just two more years until I’m done with these people, I keep telling myself.
I found an empty compartment on the train and sat down alone. I don’t have friends. They all hate me, and honestly, I feel the same way.
Thirty minutes passed, thankfully unnoticed. Then someone grabbed my hair and yanked me around to face them. Draco Malfoy. This motherfucker…
“Look who I found,” he sneered. I heard others walking towards us—Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. Great.
“Aw, Mia. How are you?” Pansy’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
Draco let go of my hair and sat across from me. “I’m fine, actually. Now get the fuck away from me.”
“Say that again, will you? Filthy little mudblood,” Draco spat. He knows damn well I’m a halfblood, but he keeps calling me that for no reason. Nothing’s happened between us to make us hate each other this much. We used to be friends the first year at Hogwarts until he started dating Astoria Greengrass and became this asshole. Nine months ago Astoria just…left. No explanation. Broke Draco’s heart, even if he never showed it.
“I said get the fuck away from me,” I repeat, voice shaking.
“Cruci—” Draco started, pointing his wand at me. Before he could finish, Blaise yelled, “Expelliarmus!” He always was the one who was nice to me. That’s why I like him.
“What the hell?” Draco growled, rage bubbling over.
“No need to do that,” Blaise said calmly. “Just go.” I give him a small smile, a silent thank you. He gives me a slight smile back.
“Fuck off, Zabini,” Draco huffed, and they finally left.
The rest of the day was calmer than I expected. When we got to Hogwarts, we had to sit through the Sorting Ceremony and watch Dumbledore announce some changes. He said we’d be changing roommates, but didn’t explain why. Just like that, my day got worse. My old roommate—I don’t even remember her name—spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s room, and I was perfectly okay with that. I got to spend most of my time alone. Now I’m going to be stuck with Pansy. Of course it would be her.
My new room is bigger than I thought it would be. It even has its own bathroom. That’s a big change, even though I’m sure Pansy won’t let me use it.
“Hello, roommate,” she says, her voice grating on my nerves.
“You know you don’t have to do this, right? You don’t have to be such a bitch, especially when I haven’t done anything to you?” I snap.
“Well, I’m not being a bitch. I’m just myself.” Does she really think that makes it better?
“Whatever,” I say, and collapse onto my bed, desperate for a nap.