A/N: Not the first story I've written, but the first I'm publishing. Quite scared, but let's risk it, no? The title doesn't have much meaning. It's just the best I can thing of. I might change it later. If you notice any mistakes or such, please feel free to tell me. Even though I'm a decent editor, I'm not so good with staying with one tense. I've tried my best, but still... typos will be here, don't hate. For anyone who feels the need to know, this whole thing was written after I've took the SHSAT, the test for which decides whether I get into one of the best highschools in NYC. Wrote six pages in total that night for this story, though one scene will not come until much later. It all was written in blue pen ;D

Background: Chambers of Secrets, right after Ron and Harry talk to Malfoy and sees that he isn't the Heir and he doesn't know who the Heir is. The timeline might be a bit off since I don't have a copy with me.

:words: parselmouths

It was just a little bit sad that the three had dedicated to this potion, only to find out that neither Malfoy nor anyone else he knew was the Heir of Slytherin. It wasn't it waste exactly. If they had not known this, they might have spent even more time seeing if he was, wasting time figuring who was the true Heir.

Ron and Harry had an half an hour to let and really nothing else to do. While Harry was thinking about just taking going outside with Ron, pretending to go back to the Great Hall, someone entered the common room. Harry hoped for a moment that it was Hermione, but rather it was an unknown Slytherin. She looked to around her age, but he couldn't remember ever seeing her before. If he didn't, Ron probably wouldn't either, even if they did know her.

Her height would have almost reached Harry if he was actually Harry and Harry was short for his age. The hair covering her slightly dark, probably not completely British, if even, matched Harry's, but was not untamable like his. It reached mid-back, longer than most her age, and had a bit of a wave to it. Her eyes were a green, but not the shade dark shad as Harry's. Rather, it reminded Harry at the time when he looked at the sky, and for a moment, it looked green. Her robes were nothing fancy, unlike Malfoy's, who had embroiders of snakes all over it to make it look nicer than most.

Malfoy knew the girl somewhat and started talking to her.

"Hello Diane," he said, watching her carefully, as if waiting for her to do something extreme in that moment.

"Draco," she said, tipping her head slightly in acknowledgment. Draco seemed to be a little surprised by this, but barely let it showed. Harry wasn't sure how the caught it. "By any chance, are you talking about Harry Potter?" At these words, Malfoy did something Harry didn't think was possible.

Malfoy blushed.

"I was only telling them," he jabbed his head towards him and Ron, "again about how Potter would be a disgrace to Slytherin if he was the Heir. He doesn't deserve to be a parselmouth."

At his last words, the girl started hissing.

A few seconds passed before laughing started from Malfoy.

"You really should stop hissing – idiots might think you are a parselmouth, with all you hiss. You can't be, obviously."

The girl gave a snort, one that hinted that she was being insulted and Malfoy looked a little uncomfortable, but only a little.

Ron and Harry laughed, having to keep up with the façade. But why Harry was laughing was different from the others. What only she and he would know is what made him laugh.

:Draco, do I deserve to be a parselmouth?:

~.~Let's Sing~.~ (or Hiss)

"That was pointless," complained Ron as he jumped onto his bed. The finally were in the safety of their dorms. It was a bit difficult getting here, but they had made it without anyone guessing they were in the Slytherin Common Room.

For a moment, Harry thought about telling Ron that the girl who hiss, Diane he believed her name was, was a real parselmouth. He decided against after thinking about it for a few moments. He probably wouldn't tell Hermione either – she'll just make this into a project. Ron would probably accuse her of being the real Heir of Slytherin. Harry didn't want anyone to know quite yet.

He known how he felt after everyone knew he was a parselmouth. Of course, he didn't know it was a dark skill of Slytherin at the time, but still. The way he felt when the Gryffindor looked at him with fear…

He didn't understand why the girl wouldn't tell anyone that she was a parselmouth. She was in Slytherin, she would gain respect and power there. Nothing like it was in Gryffindor.

He'll keep this little mystery for himself for now. He might tell Ron and Hermione later.

That brought something to mind…

"Did you see Hermione anywhere?"

A/N:How was it? Please take a few moments of your time to tell me whether this was good or not. Should most of the chapters be this long? This is about a page and a half of what's in my notebook, I have about nine left. I've added some to the story while typing though.

The story will go on at least to the end of Harry's second year, it might end at the third year. I'm planning to do until the seventh year, but things change, right? Goal right now is to end the second year and get the basics of Harry's and Diane's friendship. Don't worry, I've got a plot for each year, though this year might go quickly onto the third one.

Please, please tell me what you think and how to improve. I'm just a wreck of nerves right now. It's the day after the test that will decide my future and my first published fanfiction. If anyone wants, they can be my beta. Be extremely grateful to whoever volunteers, even if you're not the greatest. Just someone to help with the plot and the tenses.

Last thing, how was the descriptiveness of Diane? Describing my weakest link.

Now I'm just rambling. Sorry.

-Blue Pen Obsessive