Everyone started to clap. I saw Mum and Hermione clapping as well while Harry and Ron were only staring ahead. Ron had quite a bored expression on his face. I turned towards Fred and George who were making funny faces. Well, let's see what all the hustle bustle is about.

Out of a whole pile of books, stepped a man with wavy blonde hair and a wide smile showing off his dazzlingly white teeth. He was wearing flamboyant lilac blue robes and appeared to be extremely full of himself as he thought he was the most superior of everyone present. It was almost annoying. 

He was surrounded by eager middle aged witches and was signing books exaggeratedly boasting of all the achievements he had accomplished. 

"That's Gilderoy Lockhart," Mom told me quite excited herself. 

I rolled my eyes and mumbled, "Gilderoy Preposterous Lockhart."

He reminded me a lot of a boy at the asylum who we called Arrogant Adrian since he went around boasting of himself and his good looks and how he was better than all the rest of us. It is sickening, honestly. 

All of a sudden, Lockhart turned in our direction. "Oh look who's here! Harry James Potter, the Boy Who Lived! Oh my dear boy, come here," he grabbed Harry and pulled him in the middle and posed for a photograph. Then for another photograph, then another and another. 

It was hilarious watching both of them though; Lockhart who was grinning widely while Harry who looked as if he would drown himself in his own embarrassment.

"A celebrity is as celebrity does, Harry," he was talking to Harry as if giving him some really helpful advice which personally I think was as bad as an advice could get. I mean... Just look at him! I don't even half believe that he has battled with giants and trolls and hags and pretty damn blah blah blah. 

"And now, everyone, since Harry Potter is here at the exhibition of my very own books," his voice boomed, "I have decided to give him a whole special edition set of my books. All specially signed by me, of course." 

The people clapped and cheered as Lockhart stacked Harry down with a big pile of books. Finally he let Harry go and he joined us with his face red from embarrassment. 

"You could have fried an egg on your face," Ron remarked. Well, yes he could. 

I patted him gently on the back, "get used to it, Potter. Seems to me this man is not gonna let you off that easy." He looked at me quite horrified by what I had said and I laughed. 

The twins joined us, "so what do you think?" 

I raised an eyebrow, "about what?" 

They spoke sarcastically, "about the amazing, the inspiring, the ambitious Gilderoy Lockhart." 

I rolled my eyes wearily, "well I think you forgot to add ridiculous, obnoxious and ludicrous to the list of adjectives you just used for him. Gilderoy Preposterous Lockhart, indeed."

Afterwards, me Fred and George bought our school books. Since I would be in the same year as the twins I had no problem in choosing my books. I spotted a book on future seeing and it seemed interesting so I picked it up. Divination and the Aspects of Prophecies by some author with quite a long name.

 I was absorbed in it turning page after page but was interrupted when I heard a clatter. I turned around to see Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny staring daggers into a boy with hair the shade of melted butter. 

"Found yourself a girlfriend, Potter?" I noticed Harry had been giving his set of Lockhart's books to Ginny. That was very sweet of him; even I knew the Weasleys had a little amount of savings despite the fact that they never showed it. That boy, however, seemed like an annoying little slime ball. 

"Keep your thoughts to yourself, Malfoy," Hermione snapped back. 

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I think I've heard a few things about him, though none of them were quite complimenting. 

Draco Malfoy the spoiled brat who gets everything and is as rotten as a wasted egg. "No one asked your opinion, Mudblood."

By the way he called her a Mudblood I realized it was an insult. I think its going to turn into a fight. Let's go and stop it then. Looks like I'll have to set this guy straight in his tracks. Ginny was flushing redder than her hair color and seriously that is saying something. 

"You'll see what becomes of this, Potter, associating with Mudbloods and Blood traitors," the boy's voice was laced with hate and irony.

"At least it's better than associating with bleached blondes," I remarked making my presence known. "And by the way, blondie, you know it's impolite to stick your nose in other people's business, right?" I came up behind Ginny. 

"Blondie?" Malfoy looked offended, "I'm... I'm not a... Wait till my father hears about this!" 

Ha, wow looks like we've got another nutcase, "if people made fun of your hair color more often perhaps you would stop complaining about the Weasley's red hair. And you have no right to strut in here as if you own the place and make fun of my family. You're better off stuck in that Manor of yours."

However, I noticed he was staring at me in shock. Well, I just told him the truth like honestly has he even seen himself in the mirror? His arrogance and snide attitude drips off from every feature on his face. 

Well anyhow the adults had also joined the scene and a little brawl had turned into a DAD fight between our Dad and Malfoy's father. 

Fred and George were cheering for Dad to teach the Malfoys a lesson while Mom was screeching for them to stop. It did look pretty weird; two fully grown men fighting like preschoolers. The Daily Prophet reporters were there as well and they started filming the scene. Somehow the fight was stopped. Mum was scolding Dad for making a fool out of himself in front of everyone while Lucius Malfoy was glaring at us in anger.

"Father, Father she..." Malfoy tugged his fathers sleeve and pointed towards me. But he didn't complete the sentence. 

"Okay, let me tell you myself," I spoke, "I called your lovely little son a Blondie because he is a Blondie. Any problem?" 

Lucius Malfoy too was staring at me in shock and disbelief. Has no one ever been honest with them before or are they just too stupid to figure things out themselves? 

"Come Draco," he replied coldly and dragged him outside. The spoiled kid was still trying to say something. Well after suffering Dad's punch on the nose the older Malfoy probably didn't have the guts to say anything to me. 

Cool. 

Malfoy was still protesting something but I couldn't hear him. "She's not who you think she is. Am I clear?" This one time Lucius Malfoy roared down on his son who shut up all of a sudden. 

Though what he had said was a bit confusing. It meant Draco was not complaining about me for once. Though I couldn't get the meaning of it all. I'm not who Draco Malfoy thinks I am, honestly? 

Well why do I care? No good is going to come from thinking about the Malfoys so yeah I'm not gonna think about them at all.

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