The gang and I headed out to the greenhouse for our herbology class.

"Morning, everyone! Good morning, everyone!" Professor Sprout walks in.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout!"

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Now, gather around, everyone. Today, we are going to repot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" I raised my hand, quicker than Granger. "Yes, Miss Snape."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." I smiled at her, turning to Granger, giving her the side eye.

"Excellent! Ten points to Slytherin! Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away." We all put them on. I stood next to Draco as I handed his earmuffs. "Quickly! Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply up out of the pot..." and then the screeching began. I covered my ears. We all groaned. "Got it? And... now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm." Longbottom then fainted. We laughed at him. "Uh, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted." Semus tells her.

"Yes, well, just leave him there. Right! On we go! Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake, and pull it up!" We all pulled up, screeching started again. I looked at the ugly thing.

"Hey, Crabbe, its looks like you." I pointed at it. He frowns. Dracos smirks. He pointed his finger at the mandrake and it bit him. He tugged and tugged until it let him go. I chuckled softly.

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"Anything new?" My father asked. We were heading down to eat. Dinner time, finally.

"Not really. Draco's been off lately. Since the train ride here." I pouted.

"Did you do something?"

"Not that I know of." I shrugged. "I don't know. Boys are boys." My father chuckled. "I hate them anyways."

"Of course. I hope you will in 4 years." He ruffled my hair. "Ill see you later." We both parted ways and I sat down across from Crabbe and next to Blaise.

"Hows your finger?" I asked Draco.

"Stings." He shows me the bruised finger.

"Do you want me to fix it?" Just as he was going to say yes, Pansy waved her wand. What has she gotten into?

"There you go." Draco rolls his eyes and switched seats with Goyle.

"Look! Weasley got a howler." Blaise points out. The owl swoops in and crashes. We all laughed. "That owl is stupid."

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTLEY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." Then it ripped itself apart. We all died laughing. Then another owl came in. I caught the letter.

"Hey, Its for you." Giving the letter to Blaise. He snatched it from my hands. He took a good look and frowned. It was another howler.

"Uhh, its for you actually." My head snaps. I took the letter from his hands. It was from Katherine. Pansy grabbed the letter out of my hands.

"Give it back Parkinson." I growled at her.

"From your nanny? Shall we open it?"

"You better not." I tried to get it from her but it was too late, she opened it.

"DAPHNE LILTH SNAPE! YOU THOUGHT I WOULDNT FIND OUT ABOUT YOU SNEAKING INTO THE GARDEN!" Draco eyes widen. Oh no, how did she know?! Potter turns and looks. "BEFORE YOU EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO TELL YOUR FATHER IT WASNT YOU, PART OF YOUR DRESS WAS FOUND!" I slammed my head on the table. Heavens this is embarrassing. "WHEN YOU GET HOME YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM THE GARDEN AND YOULL BE CLEANING THE ATTIC!" Then it ripped itself apart.

"Happy?" I frowned, looking at her. The room was extra quiet now. I gathered my things and left for our next class.

"I can tell her it was my fault." Draco said as he caught up with me. "You told me not to."

"Its okay. It was my fault for even leaving that part of the dress there." We both made it to DADA classroom, sitting next to each other.

"Pansy was being nosey."

"Oh I know. Ill get her back." He smirks.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher... me! Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award- but I don't talk about that." I sighed beautifully as he walks down. I did see why Katherine was obsessed with him. It was his smile that caught my attention. Draco looks at me, groaning. "I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him. Huh, huh, huh... hee, hee... Now- be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind." The cage with a drape started to shake. "You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might... provoke them!" Im sorry what? Lockhart takes the drape off reviling the cornish pixies.

"Cornish pixies?"

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies!"

"Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha..."

"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilish tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them, ha! Come on now-" he opened the cages. My eyes widen. I screamed. Draco covers me with his robe, protecting me. "round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!"

"My hair!" I cried as one of them started pulling it.

"Daphne stay still!" Draco grabs his book and swung. Hitting it across the room. "Lets get out of here!" He grabs my hand and we ran out.

"Bloody hell!" I screamed as I touch the part they yanked out. "My hair!"

"Its rarely noticeable." I wanted to cry. my hair. Its ugly now! Theres a bald spot. "See." Draco fixed my hair. "Good as new."

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I made my way to the library for a quick study. Until my eyes capture the Slytherin Quidditch team.

"I told you." Draco smirks as he stood in front of me.

"Wow. Look at you." I smiled. "Im sorry I didn't believe you."

"I'll accept that apology if you wear my jumper to the game." My cheeks flushed red. I didn't know what to say. "Flustered i see. Ill take it as a yes."

"I-"

"Don't fight it."

"Malfoy." Adrian Pucey calls him out. He was the good looking one on the team, upperclassmen. Every girl in Slytherin had a crush on him. How can you not? "Snape." He knows my name, oh my god.

"Hi Adrian." I flirted. He simply walks away with a wicked smile. Draco on the other hand, scuffs. "What?"

"Drooling over a upperclassmen?"

"And?" He shakes his head as he met up with his team. It was just a crush. As if im ever going to be with him. I watched as the two teams, Slytherin and Gryffindor got onto the practice field. The other two friends of Potters joined. I wanted to get into this action. I stood next to Draco, crossing my arms.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones! How did you get those?" Weasley was amazed.

"A gift from Draco's father." Flint laughs.

"You see Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best."

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got it on pure talent." I stepped in front of her. Her face softens.

"No one asked you, you filthy Mudblood!" Draco  spat.

"Are you going to cry Granger? Cant handle it? So weak, why do they even have your kind here?"

"You'll pay for that one, Snape. Eat slugs!" He pulls out his wand and he falls back as his wand broke and the spell didn't work.

"Ha, ha, ha!" We all laughed. Then he threw up slugs. I gagged at the sight as they ran off.