A Muggleborn in Slytherin
"Diana Matthews" took the bench.
Draco glanced at her, then returned to his conversation with Crabbe and Goyle. She was just a mudblood, after all. What did he care where she went?
"Slytherin!"
Draco was horrified. She was not going to sit with him. There was no way…
Diana sat down and grinned at Draco. She seemed rather pleased with herself.
"A mudblood. In this house." he hissed.
"It does have its benefits," Diana assured him. "I wonder what's for pudding."
"I fail to see anything beneficial you can bring to Slytherin house," Draco said, turning to his two cronies.
Diana's voice suddenly rang out in song behind him.
"Harry's jockstrap, harry's jockstrap. It's pale blue, it's pale, blue…"
Draco decided he might like this girl after all.