Vega's POV
The train came to a slow, screeching halt at the small Hogsmeade station.
Naturally, the first-years stood around looking clueless while the older kids strolled past us, knowing exactly where to go.
I, on the other hand, just stood there, taking in the sight of the castle that seemed to grow taller the more I stared at it.
Hogwarts, huh? Didn't look nearly as intimidating as they made it out to be, but I'd give it time.
It had that whole gothic, "we're ancient and scary" vibe, which I suppose works for a school full of Magical Misfits.
Just as I was about to give Hermione a run-down of what I really thought of the castle, I heard my name.
I turned around, and there he was.
My dear, sweet brother Draco, coming at me like some prince on a white horse, although in this case, it was a very blonde, very smug, and slightly pouty Draco.
Before I could even say anything, he grabbed my hair and tied it into a ponytail.
"Unbound hair? Really, Vega?" he said with mock disapproval.
I shot him a look. "Oh, look at that, a new hobby. Tying my hair like a good little pureblood. You really are a bundle of joy, aren't you?"
Hermione took a small step back, probably thinking my brother was about to run into us, but to be honest, I was more concerned with how Draco thought his sudden intrusion would go unnoticed. His eyes darted between Hermione and me before finally settling on me, pouting.
"Hey! You didn't come to meet me at all," he complained.
I smirked. "Neither did you."
Draco started to open his mouth, probably to launch into some long-winded explanation, but I cut him off, pointing to the group of boys and one girl standing nearby.
"Who are they?" I asked.
"That's Theodore Nott, that's Blaise Zabini, and these two are Crabbe and Goyle. And that's Pansy Parkinson," Draco explained, pointing to each person with a bored wave.
I raised an eyebrow at the familiar face of Pansy. "Pansy, huh? How... charming."
Draco then looked at me, clearly not prepared for my next words.
"Guys, this is Hermione Granger."
Before anyone could say a word, Pansy sneered. "Is she a muggle-born?"
The words made my blood boil. I could almost feel the temperature drop around me as my eyes narrowed. Hermione, on the other hand, looked down, her face flushed. I couldn't blame her; the girl wasn't used to this kind of confrontation.
But me? Oh, I had no patience for it.
"Yeah, she's a muggle-born. Got a problem with that? And don't ever call someone like that got it !!!!" I hissed. The tone of my voice could have frozen the entire lake if I tried hard enough.
Pansy blinked, clearly caught off guard by my icy glare. Draco, ever the observer of his sister's fiery temper, winced slightly, knowing exactly how much I despised that kind of talk.
"Vega, it's okay," Hermione whispered, but I was already fuming.
"Goodbye, Pansy," I muttered coldly as she walked away, and for once, the group stood in silence, eyes wide.
A loud voice interrupted the tension.
"Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on now, don't be shy!" A huge man with an equally large beard bellowed. I guessed this was Hagrid, the infamous giant of Hogwarts.
Draco muttered under his breath, "Look, it's that big oaf."
I shot him a look, but he just smirked, unfazed by the incoming boat ride.
But my attention shifted, and my eyes locked onto a boy standing slightly away from the group-a boy with messy black hair, pale skin, and... bright green eyes.
Blaise noticed my distracted gaze. "Wait, didn't he just say Harry?"
Before I could respond, Draco piped up. "I swear he's got the same messy hair, and those eyes? No doubt about it."
It took everything in me not to roll my eyes. "Yeah, and I'm sure there are a million other Harrys in our year." Hermione nodded in agreement, but we both knew the truth when the boy-Harry-turned and revealed the scar that gave him away.
"Alright then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me!" Hagrid continued.
We all made our way toward the Black Lake, where small boats were lined up, ready for our journey across the water.
Crabbe and Goyle wasted no time, shoving their way into a boat with two girls. I recognized them as Pansy and Millicent, much to my amusement.
Theo, however, disappeared somewhere in the crowd.
Typical.
Draco, Blaise, Hermione, and I climbed into one of the boats, and just as we were about to push off, a nervous-looking girl appeared, her voice shaky.
"Erm, excuse me. Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, clearly a bit overwhelmed.
Draco and Blaise exchanged skeptical glances before Blaise sighed. "Fine, whatever. Just sit."
"I'm Martha Isabel Robbins," the girl said, introducing herself, and I instantly recognized the name. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew I'd heard it somewhere.
Blaise shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Isabelle."
"Zeta," I said with a small smirk, nudging Draco who was too busy staring at the castle to pay attention. "Zeta Malfoy, but you can just call me Vega."
She smiled politely, while Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, Draco, you never mentioned you had a sister," Blaise said, clearly surprised.
Draco smirked proudly. "Of course not. She's my twin. You don't recognize how alike we are?"
The entire boat ride was filled with Draco and everyone else pointing out the similarities and differences between us. I, however, tuned them all out. I had better things to think about than playing the "lookalike" game.
When we finally reached the castle, Draco grabbed my sleeve and pulled me away from the crowd.
"Come on, Vega. Let's go, we're supposed to be over there."
"Yeah, I know, genius," I said, rolling my eyes. "Where are we actually going?"
Draco hesitated before whispering, "Are you sure you don't want to talk to Harry? Father said he's someone we should befriend."
I raised an eyebrow. "And you listen to Father on everything, don't you?"
Draco smirked. "Well, he did have a point. But we're not here to talk about that. How about I introduce you to him?"
I stared blankly at him. "Why do I need to talk to him?"
He shrugged. "I'll handle the introduction, you just sit there and look pretty."
I didn't need to hear any more to know exactly how this plan was going to go. "Yeah, Draco, that's not going to backfire at all."
"I'm serious!" Draco insisted. "I'll introduce you, and then you can decide if you want to talk to him."
I sighed dramatically. "Alright, fine, let's do this. If it all goes to hell, I'm blaming you."
As we made our way through the crowd to the sorting ceremony, Draco's voice cut through the whispers. "It's true then. Harry Potter is here."
People turned to stare at us.Draco, of course, loved it.
"Crabbe, Goyle," he introduced his two lackeys, both of whom were now openly staring at Harry.
Draco introduced himself, "I'm Draco Malfoy. "
A few moments later, I noticed a redhead-one of the Weasleys-snickering.
I had no tolerance for that.
First day and not even has started and they are fools who are angering me to death.
"Oh no, you did not," I muttered under my breath, as I walked toward him. "You've got something to say? Then say instead of snickering at others. Well seems like you lack manners a lot, let me teach you how to mind your manners."
The redhead's expression faltered, and Draco's smile grew wider. "Looks like you've made an impression, sis."
But before I could drag Draco away, the redhead spoke again.
"Who are you to tell me to mind my manners?"
I smirked. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Zeta Malfoy, Draco's twin sister."
And with that, I grabbed Draco and pulled him along, leaving the redhead in a fuming heap behind us.
What I didn't notice was other surprised and stunned expression for my demeanor. And my talking like I was a alien species.
Darling , never heard of Give respect, Take respect
At that exact moment, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out.
"We're ready for you now. Follow me."
She was quite surprised to whole of us standing silent.
Draco and I shared a glance.
Let the sorting begin.
TO BE CONTINUED...