She Has Changed
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just this little side plot, sort
of.
Rating: PG.-13, but it may change.
Summary: Draco Malfoy encounters a girl from his past, but she has changed,
and so has he.
Fifth-year Draco Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle as they watched the sorting. As Smithfield, Anne was put into Hufflepuff, he snidely remarked, "Well, would you look at that. Fresh, tender Huff'n'Puffs to pick on. Should be fun." He snickered, and Crabbe and Goyle idiotically joined in, not really getting the joke. ***
"You stupid little Hufflepuff's, what's the matter? Crying for your mums?" Draco Malfoy sneered at two first-years. They, after some tormenting and their books being knocked on the floor at their feet, had started to cry in fear and shame. "What?" he continued, "Can't even reply 'cause you're too busy sniveling?"
"Smithfield, Dupont," a new girl's voice interrupted from behind, "what's going on? Is this snake bothering you?" A few sniffles and nods were the only reply from the young girls. "Well then, I'll have to do something about that. Five points from Slytherin." The voice was filled with spite. Draco turned, his trademark sneer plastered on his face.
"Look here, you.." Upon turning, he found a girl exactly his height facing him, one hand on her hip, the other lose and gripping her wand (twelve inches, holly wood, dragon heartstring), one eyebrow raised. She had layered blonde and wore glasses that were in front of intense blue-grey eyes, ever-darkening with anger. Draco looked the girl, obviously a Hufflepuff, up and down. Her black robes were open, revealing long legs and a figure not well-hidden by her uniform. Now this is a sexy girl, Draco thought. Immediately his expression changed to what he thought was a charming smile.
"Well, hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm.."
"I know who you are, young Malfoy," the girl spat at him. "And I believe that what you were just engaged in is called bullying. Thus the five points taken off. And in case your apparently excellent memory fails you, I am Diane."
Draco was taken aback by the sarcastic tone in her voice. Being the stud that he was, he was used to girls falling at his feet as soon as a smile was flashed in their direction. She, however, dared to talk back to him. His tone quickly changed. "Who do you think you are to try and control a Malfoy?" he cried indignantly.
"Someone much more powerful than you. And a prefect," she snapped back. Turning to the first-years, "If he dares bother you again, tell me at once." She turned to go. "Oh, and five more points off of Slytherin for your cheek and not remembering me." She was gone, leaving two first- years scurrying away and a dumbfounded Malfoy.
"You should know better than to mess with her, Malfoy," said an approaching Blaise Zambini.
"Who is she?" he replied.
"Only the most ambitious, intelligent, and cunning person outside of Slytherin. Diane de Chêne is her name. And she rules Hufflepuff House with an iron fist, yet they all love her. She's a sixth-year, but she's really our age. She skipped first year."
De Chêne, Draco thought, my old playmate. A rich family. The de Chêne family had been at all of the elite social gatherings he had been to as a child. Diane had been one of the few girls he was allowed to socialize with. Her family was very rich, as much as the Malfoys, but neutral in the Voldemort issue. Originally from Switzerland, they were pacifist, which explained Diane's hatred of bullies. She had not liked it when they were young either. Nonetheless, he had liked her very much then. There had been talk of betrothal at one point, but it had been broken off since Lord de Chêne did not like Lucius Malfoy's ties to the Dark Arts. Oh yes, he remembered Diane now. She had changed, for the better in his eyes. *** At lunch that day Draco made sure that he had sat facing the Hufflepuff table, right across from Diane. He observed her carefully, noting how she and her friends enjoyed themselves immensely, laughing and chatting. She, apparently, was the driving force of the group. At one point, Diane noticed him observing her and changed the conversation quickly. It soon became obvious that she was mocking him by the way she kept smirking and then laughing. A few of her friends kept sneaking glances at him, but Draco kept his focus on Diane. As the laughter subsided, she looked straight at him and raised her trademark eyebrow. She then ignored him for the rest of the meal. Draco seethed. Oh, how she had changed. ***
Fifth-year Draco Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle as they watched the sorting. As Smithfield, Anne was put into Hufflepuff, he snidely remarked, "Well, would you look at that. Fresh, tender Huff'n'Puffs to pick on. Should be fun." He snickered, and Crabbe and Goyle idiotically joined in, not really getting the joke. ***
"You stupid little Hufflepuff's, what's the matter? Crying for your mums?" Draco Malfoy sneered at two first-years. They, after some tormenting and their books being knocked on the floor at their feet, had started to cry in fear and shame. "What?" he continued, "Can't even reply 'cause you're too busy sniveling?"
"Smithfield, Dupont," a new girl's voice interrupted from behind, "what's going on? Is this snake bothering you?" A few sniffles and nods were the only reply from the young girls. "Well then, I'll have to do something about that. Five points from Slytherin." The voice was filled with spite. Draco turned, his trademark sneer plastered on his face.
"Look here, you.." Upon turning, he found a girl exactly his height facing him, one hand on her hip, the other lose and gripping her wand (twelve inches, holly wood, dragon heartstring), one eyebrow raised. She had layered blonde and wore glasses that were in front of intense blue-grey eyes, ever-darkening with anger. Draco looked the girl, obviously a Hufflepuff, up and down. Her black robes were open, revealing long legs and a figure not well-hidden by her uniform. Now this is a sexy girl, Draco thought. Immediately his expression changed to what he thought was a charming smile.
"Well, hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm.."
"I know who you are, young Malfoy," the girl spat at him. "And I believe that what you were just engaged in is called bullying. Thus the five points taken off. And in case your apparently excellent memory fails you, I am Diane."
Draco was taken aback by the sarcastic tone in her voice. Being the stud that he was, he was used to girls falling at his feet as soon as a smile was flashed in their direction. She, however, dared to talk back to him. His tone quickly changed. "Who do you think you are to try and control a Malfoy?" he cried indignantly.
"Someone much more powerful than you. And a prefect," she snapped back. Turning to the first-years, "If he dares bother you again, tell me at once." She turned to go. "Oh, and five more points off of Slytherin for your cheek and not remembering me." She was gone, leaving two first- years scurrying away and a dumbfounded Malfoy.
"You should know better than to mess with her, Malfoy," said an approaching Blaise Zambini.
"Who is she?" he replied.
"Only the most ambitious, intelligent, and cunning person outside of Slytherin. Diane de Chêne is her name. And she rules Hufflepuff House with an iron fist, yet they all love her. She's a sixth-year, but she's really our age. She skipped first year."
De Chêne, Draco thought, my old playmate. A rich family. The de Chêne family had been at all of the elite social gatherings he had been to as a child. Diane had been one of the few girls he was allowed to socialize with. Her family was very rich, as much as the Malfoys, but neutral in the Voldemort issue. Originally from Switzerland, they were pacifist, which explained Diane's hatred of bullies. She had not liked it when they were young either. Nonetheless, he had liked her very much then. There had been talk of betrothal at one point, but it had been broken off since Lord de Chêne did not like Lucius Malfoy's ties to the Dark Arts. Oh yes, he remembered Diane now. She had changed, for the better in his eyes. *** At lunch that day Draco made sure that he had sat facing the Hufflepuff table, right across from Diane. He observed her carefully, noting how she and her friends enjoyed themselves immensely, laughing and chatting. She, apparently, was the driving force of the group. At one point, Diane noticed him observing her and changed the conversation quickly. It soon became obvious that she was mocking him by the way she kept smirking and then laughing. A few of her friends kept sneaking glances at him, but Draco kept his focus on Diane. As the laughter subsided, she looked straight at him and raised her trademark eyebrow. She then ignored him for the rest of the meal. Draco seethed. Oh, how she had changed. ***