Fan Fiction ❯ The Patience To Fall ❯ 1. The Boy From Hogwarts ( Chapter 1 )

The Patience To Fall

Chapter One: The Boy From Hogwarts

Written By: Starzie

NOTE: For those of you wanting to know a little about your character, here's a quick run down. You're a fifth year, and you have light, wavy brown hair that goes to the middle of your back. You've got hazel eyes. Oh, and you have three close friends who are in separate houses. They're mentioned in this chapter so I won't say anymore on them. The Professors are for the most part nice. All except a few and you'll see in this chapter. Anything else I think I need to explain will be at the bottom in my A/N. Now, read and enjoy!

Rivendale's great hall was alive with chatter as second through seventh years all filed in, going to one of the three insanely long tables there. Above each floated the house banners. The table to the far right was the Huntinton table, their mascot the panther displayed proudly on the black and silver banners above. On the other side of the hall, the Graywall table sported blue and silver as their colors. Their banner had a wolf displayed, its head held high in a howl. Separating these two tables was the last house table. Foxmoore bore the flashy colors of red and gold, the colors going perfectly with their mascot the fox.

You pause as you enter the great hall, hazel eyes scanning over the immense room for three familiar faces. Tori Storm and Akako Dukes are easy to spot. They sit at the beginning of the Foxmoore table near the doors. A grin on your face, you eagerly run up to your friends. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey, (name)," Akako greeted. Her dark brown hair was down today, the long tresses easily reaching past her butt. The lavender eyed teen was the shortest of your group of close knit friends, standing at around 5'4".

"Hay is for horses," Tori said, green eyes dancing with mirth as you stuck your tongue out at him. For whatever reason, he always felt the need to say stupid, smartass things like that.

"Smartass," you muttered as the black haired boy laughs at your annoyance.

Akako shakes her head at you two, having come to expect this sort of thing. "Have you seen Katey yet?" she asks, forestalling any friendly arguments the two of you seemed fond of.

You shake your head. "Not yet, but I plan to. Meet in the courtyard like usual?" When the two nod, you head over to the Huntinton table and begin to look for your other friend, Kathryn Harps. You'd known Akako and Tori since your first year. Katey had transferred in during the second year and ever since the four of you always hang out whenever you can. Being in different houses, you guys had to meet a lot out in the large courtyard in the middle of the school. It was a popular meeting place for the students and you guys always found something to do.

You wind up looking for Katey as long as you can, but when the Headmaster enters, you quickly scramble over to the Graywall table and sit down. Similar scenes occur as any stragglers also bolt for their seats. The first years were about to enter and then the Sorting would follow shortly after. At the head of the great hall, the Headmaster took his seat at the table there, Rivendale Professors on either side of him. Only one seat was empty and this belonged to Judy Addison who was just walking in.

Professor Addison walked down the middle isle, her robes billowing out behind her along with her long red hair. Behind her, the new first years followed in two neat lines. The eleven and twelve year olds looked nervous for the most part, a good number of them glancing around. This was expected though, and came as no surprise. Most new students were a bit nervous the first day. What /was/ unusual was the older boy who brought up the rear. His blond hair was slicked back, and he lacked any nervousness as he strode in, his blue eyes holding a hint of boredom as they swept over the hall. Hushed whispers fell over the hall as students tried to puzzle out who he was. Those whispers didn't last long though. Addison had started the Sorting. The names were called and one by one the new students were sorted by the Rivendale Sorting Hat. Each new addition to a house had its respective table cheering loudly. As Rivendale was a relatively small school (it only has three houses, after all), the Sorting went pretty quick. Soon, only the blond stood in the isle, that same bored look on his face.

The Headmaster stood then, brushing a few stray locks of brown hair from his chocolate eyes. Ammon Kissiah was relatively young for a Headmaster. No one knew his exact age, but most were a few years older in appearance than he was. "This year we have a special addition to Rivendale," he started, his voice reaching even those in the back despite the fact he was only slightly raising his voice. "I would you all to welcome Draco Malfoy. He is a transfer student from Hogwarts." A few whispers had broken out when the blonde's last name had been said, but at the last tidbit, the whispers grew louder and more excited. The Headmaster silenced them easily enough, though, having only to raise a hand as a sign for quiet. "Professor?" he prompted, inclining his head towards Addison.

The redhead nodded and motioned the new student forward. Everyone watched excitedly, each house hoping to get the student from the famous Hogwarts school. The Sorting Hat stayed only a few seconds upon the blonde's head before it shouted, "GRAYWALL!"

You jump up with the rest of your housemates, clapping and cheering happily while the other houses let out disappointed sighs. Hogwarts was renowned all through the magical world for the amazing wizards and witches that were turned out. No doubt this new addition would be able to teach his fellow housemates all the new tricks and spells.

As Graywall calmed and after Draco had taken his seat, the Headmaster once more spoke. "Now that that is out of the way, I would like to remind students that wandering off school grounds is prohibited, and thanks to the adventures of a few of your fellow students, anyone caught off the grounds will be penalized double points and a week of detention," as he was saying that, he sent a few selected students (You, Katey and Tori being three of those selected students. ^^) pointed looks, "Also, any student interested in Quidditch tryouts should speak with your House Head for tryout times. Now for the main attraction! Let the feast begin!" With that, the tables were suddenly filled with almost every food imaginable.

At the Graywall table, you barely paid any attention to the food or any of your fellow housemates around you. Your gaze was locked onto the newest addition to your house. He was sitting about ten seats down from you, already eating the food he'd selected. The girl next to you, one of the fourth years, you think, saw your look and giggled.

"He's cute, isn't he?" she whispered, leaning in so you were the only one who could hear.

You snap out of your revere, and grin, deciding not to deny the fact that you agreed. "Yeah," you say, chancing a glance the blonde's way.

The girl laughed. "So go talk to him!"

`Planned that from the start,' you think with a sudden smirk. Grabbing your plate, you rise from your spot and soon take the empty seat next to him. "Hi," you greet with a friendly smile. "Name's (name)." You smile goes down a notch when he doesn't respond, continuing on with his meal as if your not there. "Er. . . Hello?"

Annoyed blue eyes met your own questioning ones. "What do you want?" Draco asked, his voice carrying the same annoyance his eyes are.

Not quite sure what his problem is, you say a little uncertainly, "To introduce myself. . ."

"You've done that," he informs you, going back to eating and signaling the end of your `conversation' with him.

Rrowr. `Who shoved a six foot pole up his ass?' is your first and foremost though. And judging from the expressions on the students' faces around you, they'd all had the same luck. Shaking your head, you turn your attention to your empty plate and the task of filling it with your favorite food.

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At the Foxmoore table, Akako suddenly found herself pushed into Tori as Katey came out of no where and hurriedly started to sit down on the end of the bench. "Katey, what are you doing over here?" Akako asked, glancing nervously toward the front to see if any Professors had seen her.

"More importantly," Tori prompted a smirk on his handsome features, "what did you do? I saw you sneak in just now."

Katey gave her most innocent look, but she couldn't keep it long and wound up laughing. "Just don't go into the bathrooms any time soon!" she said with an evil smirk.

Tori nodded with an equally evil smirk, but Akako let out a groan. "Katey, it's the /first/ day!" she scolded.

"I know!" the girl crowed, looking quite pleased herself as she put her blond hair into a ponytail with the scruchy on her wrist. "Consider it my `welcome' gift to everyone!"

"And consider this /my/ welcome gift," came a sharp voice.

Katey let out a yelp when a yellow slip of parchment was placed before her unexpectedly. She looked up and cringed upon meeting Professor Corday's piercing cobalt eyes. Apparently her rather late entry had not escaped the notice of at least one of the Professors. `But why /Corday/ of all people?' Katey mentally complained. The 25 year old was out to get her, she just /knew/ it! Tori and Akako were giving her sympathetic looks as the black haired Professor told her to go sit with her house.

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Back at the Graywall table, you were enjoying your meal, and thinking about the year ahead. No doubt you and your friends were going to wreck havoc as usual, even with harsher punishments promised. Katey and Tori especially loved getting into trouble, and while you were there with them in the middle on most occasions there were some things you wouldn't do. Poor Akako, though, it was a wonder she made Prefect with all the trouble you and the others had dragged her into last year. With all this on your mind, it was quite understandable that you nearly dropped your fork when Draco, who you'd given up on, suddenly asked, "You're a pureblood, right?"

The question, so unexpected, had you starring for a moment. "Er. . . No," you answer truthfully, not quite sure why he would ask such a thing. "Both my parents are muggles. . . Why?"

Draco snorted and returned to his food after giving you a rather cold glare. "It figures," he muttered, ignoring your `why.'

Your eyes narrow some at this. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"

The blond sends you another glare. "Go talk with someone else. Mudbloods have no right to talking to me."

You can't help but look shocked for a moment before your eyes narrow again and you growl. You've met his type before, and saying you hated people like that would be an understatement. You LOATHE those people. "Listen here, Draco, don't yo-"

"Malfoy."

"Excuse me?"

"Only my friends can use my first name," the blond said, his eyes dropping a few more degrees. "And I don't associate with, let alone, befriend /your/ type." ((Can anyone say, "Brrrrrrr?"))

Again you find yourself shocked at his audacity, but you don't let it show. Instead, you let out another growl and the poor first years who had the bad luck of seating by you two scooted over as if the added distance would save them from the imminent explosion. "I'll call you whatever the hell I want to call you, you jerk," you say vehemently. Not about to let him insult you anymore, you stab one his way. "I bet I know why you transferred here. I bet Hogwarts kicked you out. With an attitude like that, I can't say I blame them."

Malfoy's eyes flash, and you smirk. "It makes sense," you continue. "Who'd want to transfer from a great school like Hogwarts? Easy: no one. So, you /had/ to have been thrown out."

The blond looked ready to lunge at you, and he probably would have, had a hand not fallen on his shoulder and then one on your own. "Making friends are we, (name)?" Professor Dews asked with a smile. You blanch at the thought, but the older woman seems not to notice it and continues. "Professor Phelps and I saw you two chatting so nicely, and we thought it would be a great idea if you were to show Mr. Malfoy here around before curfew." If she noticed the appalled looks on your and Malfoy's faces, she hid it well, walking away with that same cheerful smile on her face.

You stare after her before turning your gaze to the other Professor involved. Professor Phelps was the head of the Graywall house and he always seemed to find a way to make the beginning of the year completely miserable for you. `He's really out done himself this year,' you think scowling. Beside you, Malfoy was death glaring his food, making it quite obvious he was every bit just as displeased with the development as you were. What a first day!

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*is being held back by Harry, Ron, and Hermione* Lemme go! I wanna pound his face in!!! *futilely trying to get to Malfoy who's laughing at me and the three holding me* He deserves a beating!!!

Malfoy: Stupid, muggle! You can't touch me. Let her go, losers. I have my wand. *holding it up*

*the three glance at each other and shrug*

Ron: You asked for it. . . *he lets go along with Harry and Hermione*

*Malfoy doesn't even get out the first syllable of a spell before he gets tackled, and a big cloud of smoke appears with sounds of pain (mainly Malfoy's ^^) coming out*

Hermione: I wonder what Malfoy did?

Harry: Who knows? With Starzie, all Malfoy has to do is look at her wrong and she's out for his blood.

*the three shake their heads and wander off*

~After beating the crap out of Malfoy~

Ahem, anyways. . . What did you guys think!? Good, bad? What? Sorry if this chapter was a bit slow. First chapters usually are. I rather liked the ending though. ^-^ And sorry if any she, or hers pop up where there should be a you or your. I originally wrote this chapter in third person. I write better that way. *shrug*

Oh, yes, any suggestions for pranks or other things? If you haven't guessed your relationship with Malfoy is going to have one hell of a bumpy start. Pranks and the like WILL be involved. *cackle* Not to mention plenty of insult throwing. . . ^___^

Can you guess which house corresponds to three of the Hogwarts' houses? Hint: Don't rely on colors, and Graywall's already pretty much a given. Points to those who can figure it out! And maybe some anime plushies. *shrug* And do you like your friends so far? I give RedFox credit for creating Akako. Akako being Japanese for `red.' *snirk*

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(PS) Forgive any and all weird formatting mm.org may have done to this. I know from experience it tends to delete the . . . s >_< Not to mention other stuff. Gah. . .