The Slytherin table was extra tense today. Apparently they were pissed Harry made the Gryffindor team. And even more upset that he was good. Seeing as we are literally the house that would do anything to win I figured I better sit this conversation out. It was Halloween now. And the whole hall was decorated in Jack-o-lanterns to celebrate the holiday. Pansy was sitting by Draco today. She was acting all lovey dovey with him. And frankly it was annoying. They weren't dating or anything but she acts like he is hers. And he lets her even though he whines and complains about her any other time! It was weird. A loud voice along with the large doors to the hall break me from my thoughts. "TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!!! TROLL IN THE DUNGEON," Professor Quirrel screams as he runs towards Professor Dumblebore. "I thought you'd want to know," he says normally before fainting. We all erupt into screams and run for the door.

"SLIENCE!" Dumblebore yells. We all freeze and turn our attention to him, "Everyone will please not panic! Now Prefects please escort your house to the dormitories. Teachers will follow me to the dungeon."

  "Wait Slytherin's dormitories are in the dungeon!" Someone yells.

  "Then Slytherin's will stay here until everything is cleared," Dumbledore says. The rest of the school clears leaving Slytherin's alone in the great hall. The food was cleared leaving bare tables for us to sit at. I pull out my small journal from my coat pocket. It was enchanted so Mikey and I could write notes to each other. Basically whatever was written down in one journal appeared in the other. I open it and quickly pull out the quill for it.

M- Are you okay??
F/I- Yeah. But trolls??
M- Probably some stupid prank.
F/I - Yeah Probably.

I shut the notebook and shove it back into my robe and walk towards the door and see Harry and Ron break away from the Gryffindors. I look around to see if anyone would notice me leave. And everyone seemed to busy to care. I slip out and join the two boys. "What in bloody hell are you two doing?!" I ask.

  "Hermione is in the bathroom crying," Harry says, "we have to get her to the common room. She doesn't know about the troll."

  "I think the troll left the dungeon," Ron says pointing to the tall shadow. Harry pulls us behind a column.

  "Its going into the girls bathroom," Harry says.

  "Then lets go!" I call out. We run towards them and into the room. The stalls had already been flattened. And she was underneath rubble. The troll lifts his bat to swing again.

  "Hermione move!" Harry yells. We run to the rubble and start throwing it at the troll.

  "Hey Pea Brain!" Ron yells chucking a broken piece of wood at its face. Allowing Hermione to crawl to the sinks. The troll spots her and swings breaking the sink beside her.

  "Help!" She yells.

  "We are trying to!" I exclaim. Harry pulls out his wand and jumps onto the trolls club. He gets slung into the air and ultimately lands on the trolls neck. He is swung around until Harry shoves his wand into the trolls nose. The troll grabs him by the leg dangling him by Ron and I.

  "DO SOMETHING!" Harry yells.

  "What?" Ron asks looking around.

  "Anything," Harry yells.

  "I'll get Hermione, you get Harry," I say he nods and I run towards Hermione. Ron pulls out his wand.

  "Swish and flick!" Hermione yells.

  "Say it clearly!" I advise. He nods.

  "Wingardium Leviosa!" He yells. Suddenly the club rises above the troll. "Cool." The troll looks up just in time for the club to come down smacking him in the head. The troll drops Harry. Who frantically crawls away as is slams down at his feet. We rush over to Harry and Ron.

"Is he dead?" Hermione asks.

"No," I say, "he's still breathing." Harry retrives his wand from the trolls nose.

  "Ugh," he says, "troll boogies."

"Gross," Ron adds. McGongall, Snape, and Quirrel all rush in to the room.

  "Explain yourselves all of you!" McGongall yells.

  "Well its-"

  "Its my fault," Hermione says.

  "Miss Granger?" McGongall asks.

"I went looking for the troll I've read about them and I though I could handle it. But I was wrong. If Harry, Y/n, and Ron hadn't come and found me... I'd probably be dead," Hermione says.

"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. I would have expected more rational behavior on your part and am very disappointed in you Miss. Granger. Five points will be taken from Gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement. As for you three I just hope you realize how fortunate you are. Not many first year students could take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale. Five points will be awarded to each of you, for sheer dumb luck,"  McGongall says to us all.

"Perhaps you ought to go. It might wake up," Quirrell says. 

*****

   "Kiss me good luck?" Flint desperately asks some poor 5th year. She rolls her eyes and moves seats away from him.

   "That's a low level of desperate," I say to Pansy.

  "What Cultven?" Flint asks moving towards me. "Got something to say?"

"You're a desperate pig," I say, "and your ego's so inflated you don't even need a broomstick to fly."

"As if you can talk," He says, "you hang around Mudbloods and blood traitors."

"At least I actually have friends!" I yell at him. He scoffs and returns to his desperate flirting. I roll my eyes and look at pansy. "Can you believe him?"

"What a jerk," She says. Across the room I see Harry grab a package an owl dropped. I watched as they opened it. It was a broom.

"First years aren't even allowed to have brooms," Draco says harshly, "How come he gets one?"

"Probably and exception since he is on the Quidditch team," I say.

"What if I want to be one the qudditch team?" He huffs.

"A little late for that Draco," I say, "seeing as they literally playing a game today."

"Whatever," He says.

"So wanna help get some spells ready for posters?" Pansy asks.

"Why?" I ask.

"To show our support for our team," She says.

"Oh no," I say, "I've decided to stay impartial for this game."

"But Slytherin is your house," Draco says.

"Yes, but my brothers on the Gryffindor team, and so are my friends," I say.

"What if I was on the team?" He says.

"I'd still be impartial," I say.

"You wouldn't root for me?!" He asks.

"I didn't say that," I say.

"Good," He says, "so you will?"

"Sure Malfoy," I say.

"Another reason for me to get on the team next year," He says. I look at Pansy, who looked like she was going to murder me.

"Maybe I'll try out too," I say, "always wanted to be on the team."

"Oh yeah?" He asks.

"Yep," I say.

"Are you sure you aren't doing it to spend more time with me?" He asks.

"As if," I say.

"It totally is," He says smirking.