Flowers in Your Hair, The Lumineers.

When we were younger we thought everyone was on our side.

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"So what are you?" Draco Malfoy hisses at me from across the table. I look up from my plate of thinly buttered toast and scrambled eggs. 

I squint my eyes a little at the boy and his cronies staring at me intensely. "Excuse me?" My stare jumps between the four boys and one girl. 

Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Draco Malfoy. I'm trying to eat my breakfast before my first day of classes but upon sitting down, the group sat at the empty table surrounding me and trapping me. 

"Pureblood? Halfblood? Muggle?" Pansy asks with an annoyingly twangy voice. 

I pick a piece of egg up with my fork and chew it down, Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini from either side of me eye me carefully. Draco sits directly in front of me, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him with Pansy next to Goyle on the outside. The rest of the table is fairly empty.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I hum with a smirk. "We did some research on your family." Nott whispers in my ear. 

"Oh really? And what did this research show exactly?" I gasp dramatically. "You're a halfblood." Malfoy spits. 

I tut as I place my fork down on my plate. "And what caused this conclusion?" I raise a brow. 

"Your Father's name is Remus Lupin. Half blood. Your Mother is likely Marlene McKinnon, an alleged teen romance of him. Half Blood. Which makes you halfblood scum, just like your Father." Malfoy says with certainty.

"Oh really?" I act interested. "Well that would have been really good researching had you actually insured your facts were correct. My Father is not Remus Lupin. Both my Mother and Father are pure bloods meaning as am I. In fact, I'm more pureblood than most of you." 

I stand from the table and right as I'm about to walk out I turn back around, "Oh, and call me or my uncle 'scum' one more time and I'll kill you." I warn before smiling sarcastically and exiting the great hall.

Harry.

Ron, Fred, George, Hermione and I all watch Bronwyn talk with Draco Malfoy and his pack of evil pureblood Slytherins. 

"She seemed so friendly when we spoke to her." Ron comments with a mouth full of chicken. 

"That's what they do little brother. Evil snakes they are, never met a good Slytherin." Fred tells us. I frown, she did genuinely seem like she cared about us and wanted to be friends. 

"Nonsense. There have been plenty of witches and wizards of Slytherins who have turned out just fine." Hermione counters. 

"Yeah maybe one in every thousand Slytherin is good, what are our chance here?" George scoffs. "1:1000 is still one." I shrug with a hopeful smile.

"Well that works at about 1 good witch or wizard every 4 years." Hermione calculates. 

"At this rate she's got no hope being that 1, she's already friends with Malfoy." Ron continues eating. 

I sigh, as all of us watch her stand up and walk out of the hall. "Regardless whether she's a miracle good Slytherin or not, stay away from her. I don't trust her and I wouldn't even if she was in Hufflepuff." Fred grits.

Bronwyn.

I flick through my book, flopped on my stomach on the Slytherin common room couch. I hear a conspicuous cough behind me.

I take my time finishing my page and placing the book mark in before turning around to see Draco Malfoy with crossed arms. 

"Where's your clique?" I ask with a smirk. "Bronwyn I would like to speak with you alone." He says matter of factually. 

"Am I in trouble?" I frown teasingly. "Follow me." 

I would not normally follow behind a man unless I knew it benefitted me somehow, yet Draco Malfoy has peaked my interest so I scurry behind him to keep up.

He leads me into one of the boys dormitory's that is seemingly empty. "Can I help you Malfoy? If you brought me in here to kiss me I must tell you the thought alone repulses me however I pity you so much that I'd consider doing it as an act of charity." I smirk.

He pulls his wand from his robes and points it at me. I try to hold back the smirk taking over my face but fail and let out a scoff. 

"Put your wand down elf ears." I laugh unbothered. "Tell me who your parents are." He orders threateningly. 

"And why should I do that?" I ask innocently. "Because I have my wand to you and won't hesitate to use it." He warns.

I burst out laughing at him, "Oh Malfoy, you're adorable. Do you even know a single spell?" I mock with a frown. 

I place my hand over the top of his wand and lower it, "I tell you what, you do me a favour and maybe I'll repay the credit." I offer. 

"And what would such favour be?" His eyes become two small slits as he waits for the twist.

"You be my friend." I state. He looks at me with disgust. 

"Now Draco, I know those bug brains aren't actually your friends, just a gang to make your look more intimidating. Which is why I propose our friendship. We are two of the most feared students in this school, when the snotty seventh years leave next year we're on the top of the food chain, our duo could get us infinite authority for our entire time here. It's inevitably going to cause fear amongst the students of this shit hole." I propose. 

His face falters for a moment. 

"Think about it Malfoy. Having friends has its benefits. Especially one as intimidating and cool as me." I shrug.

He stares at me for a moment, my stomach knotting in fear of his answer, but I don't dare show it.

"Deal." He shoots his hand up sharply. I take it in mine and with one small shake, it's decided. Draco Malfoy is now my friend.

"I'm telling you, Malfoy, this is the plan of the century." I wink and swish my hair into his face as I strut back out of the boys dormitory.

☾♥

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron Weasley gasps as he and Harry Potter run into transfigurations class late. 

The cat that I know to be McGonagall jumps from the table and immediately transforms back to her true form. I glance towards Draco who sits beside me, head down as he writes neatly with his quill.

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron gapes, I scoff from behind him which earns a quick stare from him.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time." She fires back.

"We got lost." Harry explains. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

The two boys sit in front of Draco and I on the only available bench.

"Clearly Weasley couldn't afford a watch just like the rest of his penurious family." Draco whispers, loud enough for the two boys to hear. 

"Even if he could he wouldn't be able to tell the time with those two brain cells the whole inbred family share." I add with a snicker. 

Ron tries to turn around to fight back but Harry stops him, "Don't waste your breath on them."

Later Draco and I are sitting beside one another yet again in potions class with Snape. 

The long haired man struts in and begins talking in his slow monotone whisper, "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few, who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses." He glances towards Draco and I, to which we smile. 

"I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

The man notices Harry scribbling god knows what in a book, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention."

The black haired boy still does not look up and has to take a light jab to the ribs from Hermione Granger to look up. "Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" 

Hermione, Draco and I all raise our hands, Hermione seeming a lot more desperate than us. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

All three of our hands stretch back up eagerly. "I don't know, Sir." Harry replies. 

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" Professor Snape asks. I keep my hand raised and sigh when Potter replies, "I don't know, Sir." 

Snape says to him "Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"

The Professor turns towards me, "Please enlighten us Miss Lupin." He sighs.

"Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death. Bezoar comes from the stomach of a goat. Monkshood and Wolfbane are from the same plant, known as aconite." I recite easily. 

"Correct. I suggest you take a page from your peers book and catch up Potter." Snape directs his snark at Harry. 

When Snape turns around I do too, sending a teasing wink towards Harry.

☾♥

The group of some of us Slytherin sit in the great hall completing homework from today. We keep our heads down in focus but all of our gazes snap up when we hear a loud bang. The Gryffindor table erupts with laughter at Seamus who exploded a cup.

Owls begin to swarm the hall, dropping mail for the students. I get a small letter in my uncles handwriting. I read through it, a kind letter asking when I'll finally send a reply. It's not that I wouldn't want to, because I definitely would however I still haven't quite told him about the house I was chosen for. 

Him, my Father and all their friends had been Gryffindor. My father. The man who literally sold out his friends to the dark lord and murdered several innocents and is now rotting out in Azkaban. How could I be worse than him? His entire bloodline before him was built up of Slytherins, the whole family of death eaters. 

As for my Mothers side, she had a long standing family tradition of Slytherins. I even got told a story from my Mother when I was young about my Great - Great - Great Aunt who was sorted into Ravenclaw back in the day. Her name was Margaret Monroe, she was very intelligent and creative. At only seventeen her own family – my own family – burned her alive in the cellar of the family home. The same family home I was raised in for the first year of my life. My Mother told me if one day she got free we would go in the house together and look at the burnt walls and floors of the stone in the cellar.

And as lovely as all that is I'm glad both my intensely insane parents are both locked away now. Imagine the sort of person I'd be if those two nut jobs had raised me.

☾♥

Madam Hooch lines us up in two lines, me standing beside Draco. We each have a broom waiting by our feet. "Good afternoon, class." The professor says, her eyes as yellow as the sun.

"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." We reply in staggered unison. 

"Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!"

The rest of the class struggles to get their brooms but upon first try of saying "Up!" My broom comes flying up into my hand. I look up to see if everyone else has I notice the only other person to do so is Harry Potter. 

I notice Draco's beside me is the next to come up but not after a lot of trial and error. "With feeling!" Hooch hollers. 

"Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2..." 

The whistle sounds sharply. "Oh..." Neville Longbottom begins to fly up, looking rather alarmed.

"Mr. Longbottom." Hooch scolds. "Neville, what are you doing?" Someone asks. The rest of the class become whispers and shouts up to him. 

"M-M-Mr. Longbottom Mr. Longbottom!" Hooch tries desperately. Neville lets out a scream as he starts to soar away.

"Down! Down!" He yells desperately. "Help!!!" He screams. "Come back down this instant!" Hooch shouts.

He lets out fearful screams as the broom drags him around the grounds, at one point he starts flying in our direction, Hooch raises her wand to try and protect us but ultimately decides to dive out of the way. 

Everyone scatters to the sides but I don't get the memo. Thankfully just in time Ron Weasley grabs my hand and pulls me out of the way. I look at him gratefully for a moment before collecting myself and wipe my hand that he touched on my skirt.

He rolls his eyes and everyone goes back to watching Neville flying around. He flies up high then his cloak gets caught on a statue. He is flipped off his broom and dangles in the sky, the cloak snaps and he promptly falls to the ground in a loud thud. 

Hooch rushes over and instructs us to stay firmly on the ground whilst she rushes him to the hospital wing.

"Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass." Draco snickers after picking up Neville's small glass ball I know to be a remembrall. 

"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry says fiercely. I cross my arms and sigh. Here we go again. "No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Draco gets on his broom and hovers up to the sky. "How 'bout up on the roof?? What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?"

He flies up high. I notice Harry grabbing his broom and do the same knowing this won't end well with two enemies fighting almost 50 feet in the air.

I fly up quickly behind Harry and zoom towards the side of Draco with ease. 

"Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry threatens. 

"Is that so?" Draco teases, Harry makes a lunge on his broom towards him but quickly he does a 360 turn. "Draco just give him it." I groan impatiently. Draco gives me a look. 

"Have it your way, then!" And then Draco throws the ball far in the air towards a distant tower of the building. 

Harry and I both immediately chase after the ball, speeding towards a window. We both reach out for the ball, desperate to get it before the other. Both of our fingers graze the ball hopefully. We continue approaching the window, mere meters away.

Suddenly I reach the ball first and grab it. We both slam to a stop on our brooms. I pass him the ball, still floating in mid air. He gives me a tiny appreciative nod.

We both fly down and everyone cheers, praising him the second his feet touch the ground.

"Harry Potter? Bronwyn Lupin? Follow me." McGonagall appears behind us. "Shit." I murmur and follow her inside with Harry as everyone makes an 'ooh' noise.

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A/N:

Hey, guys. I'm planning on releasing the Christmas special in two weeks so stay tuned. See you in the next one, thanks for all the support <33