Every house at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has its traits and expectations.
Gryffindors are courageous and expected to be chivalrous.
Ravenclaws are intelligent and expected to be wise.
Hufflepuffs are fair minded and expected to be moral.
Slytherins are ambitious and expected to be pure blood.
We all know the famous Slytherins: Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Narcissa Malfoy, even Bellatrix Lestrange and You-Know-Who himself and many others. But this story focuses on the generation after. The generation of Mr. Harry Potter and company. More importantly; the company kept of the Pride of Slytherin; Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy would hardly ever be caught dead (and even in death he would most surely have an objection having to deal in anyway with anyone other than a pure blood) with a muggle born, half blood or just nearly anyone outside his home house. This was no exception when he struck up a friendship with a new Slytherin. Her name was Jill Orlov. She was an exchange student from Drumstrang School, and one year Draco's junior. This girl had brunette hair and easy brown eyes. There was nothing unusual about Jill except she seemed to carry herself with an air of arrogance; as others in her house. After all, pure blood was a bit of an achievement in modern magical times.
Draco liked Jill. She came from a pure blooded Romanian family and was able to hold her own on the topic of dark arts (especially since she had taken classes at her native school) and wizarding politics. In a short while Draco took it upon himself to teach the new girl about Hogwarts and the people inside it. How to make the right (him and company) and avoid, if not hackle the others (Harry and company). Jill took his teachings fast. She made points to laugh at Ron, be smarter than Hermione, and Snape was her obvious favorite teacher even though Jill herself was a natural at Herbology. It was that which caused an under the table friendship with a Mr. Longbottom.
With expectations; Jill seemed to be the perfect Slytherin: ambitious, cunning, independent and pure blood. And yet; some Slytherins had an odd feeling about the newcomer and not from her outside arrival (many doted on her asking for details about learning actual dark arts) but just a feeling. Like she wasn't all pure. It was a notion cast aside by most, especially when they saw Jill and Draco laughing to class at some Hufflepuffs expense.
The tale of Jill starts a few weekends into the school year. Already set up socially with Draco and with a few Slytherin friends, Jill was sitting on her bed in the Slytherin girls dorm that Saturday morning, reading some post. A letter from a friend in Romania, a postcard from a friends vacation, a letter from the mum:
'My Jill,
Do hope your time at Hogwarts is alright. Is it anything like Drumstrang? Have any friends yet? Your father and I have been to a good amount of parties. There aren't too many pure blood families around here. Shame. We're due at a party on Sunday and plan to talk about the school and houses. We're really unclear about what it all means. Slytherin? It seems the families we talked to expected you to be there. As it is, your father and I love you, send some writing later.
~Mother.'
The letter made Jill warm. The castle was so big and busy compared to Drumstrang. It was nice to know she had someone who was like her.
In the middle of writing a letter back she heard someone, rather heavy, walking into the dorm. Looking up she saw a larger girl mentioned as Millicent Bullstrode. She almost seemed to grunt as she entered the room.
"Malfoy wants you."
Jill nodded and put all her post and letter under her bed and dawned a robe. She didn't think it was too proper to just strut out and about in some shorts, a t-shirt and loose socks.
Just as Millicent said (who followed her rather closely out of the dorm) was Draco; sitting on the nicest couch in front of a lit fireplace with one leg up on the other. Jill admitted; he was a handsome one.
"Morning, Jill," He said and welcomed her to sit next to him.
"G' morning, Draco," Jill replied with a friendly smile.
"My parents sent me a letter. Apparently; they met yours at a party and are going to see them at one tomorrow."
"Really? My parents did mention parties. Did your parents like my parents?"
Jill was a bit nervous. Everyone around said the Malfoys were major in wizarding world affairs. It would be a minor disaster for the new family to be on there bad side.
Draco let out an almost cocky laugh.
"Yes, yes. My father seemed to be a bit impressed with yours. Seems your father and my father have a nice shared interest in the dark arts. Especially with yours being taught them in school and all."
Jill let a small sigh of relief slip (and tried to pass it off as a yawn). Draco smirked.
"I was wondering; care to accompany me Hogsmeade?"
"The little town? Can I? Erm…can we?"
"Of course I can. Now, get dressed. I want to leave before any others get the same idea to leave."
Jill nodded and darted back to the dorm and pulled open a trunk of clothes. What to wear? It wasn't that cold, but it wasn't so warm. And what occasion? Was it a date? No, no. Draco would have mentioned... or would he? Unsure, Jill eventually settled for a light jacket and a casual shirt and skirt with some nice shoes to offset the casualness.
"Ready!" She called as she almost clumsily dashed back into the commonroom.
"Right, let's go," Draco waited for Jill to walk beside him and they both left the commonroom, went down the halls, out of the castle and finally on the way to the village. Jill still had not the faintest why Draco asked her to go out. The two never really talked on the weekends. Only really in between and after classes. Usually he was being pulled away by the Parkinson girl or menacing with Crabbe and Goyle.
Never the less; she was happy that such an affluent pure blood had taken interest.
After all; what could possible happen with a pure blood such as Draco Malfoy?