Disclaimer: Nope, sowys, I can't loan you anyone. I only own Amethyst (you'll figure out who she is very quickly). Actually, I only own 1/2 of Amethyst. My friend, Dawn, helped me write this as it is so far, so the other half of Ame is hers.

A/N: Snape is a bit OOC, and I'm sorry about that--he's hard to write! Plus, he's going to act different with--anywho. Well, that's pretty much it, I think. :) Well, enjoy (we hope)--and you can give me any comments/suggestions in a review (hint, hint). Lol. Love y'all!

~*~ Snow White ~*~

Amethyst

So there I am, on the Hogwarts Express--*finally*. It took them long enough to get me there. I had to sit alone, though. I was trying not to make my presence well known, and it was working rather well until the compartment door slid open. Three teenagers that appeared to be about my age stepped in; they looked friendly enough, so I thought my hiding should end. They each sat in the seat opposite mine, so I gave them a collective smile--unfortunately, it ended up being my shy smile, the one that I get when meeting new people (particularly cute male ones).

"Hi," I said, seeing them smile somewhat uncertainly. There were two boys, one with red hair, one with black and wearing glasses, and one girl with brown hair and a book in hand. Looking back, I've always wondered why I didn't realize who they were before; it was very obvious.

"Hi. Are you new?" the black-haired boy asked me, his British accent making the words flow smooth, like . . . butter or something. I nodded, unable to make my mouth form words.

The girl grinned. "Don't look so scared; it'll be okay."

Little did she know, it was *not* school I was scared of--at least, not . . . exactly. Okay, so I was scared . . . but it was partly because of the way my throat closed up, mouth went dry, and heart stopped when I saw the boy with black hair and green eyes. Something was wrong with that; it hadn't ever happened before, so it shouldn't be happening now, or ever for that matter.

"I know, I just . . . have never been to a real school before . . ."

"My" boy frowned and said, "You haven't?"

If it hadn't been him I'd have made a sarcastic comment. But-- "No, I've always been home-schooled."

He nodded. The other boy, the adorable one with fiery red hair, spoke up then. "I think you're going to like the first year classes."

I let out a giggle. "I'm not gonna be in the first year classes."

They all looked confused for a moment before *he* said, "You're not? But . . . You said you were new."

"I am. But . . . I'm sixteen; I'll be in sixth year."

The redhead smiled, and I noticed the girl's facial expression change a bit, though I couldn't describe what her look was now. If I hadn't known any better I'd say it was something along the lines of jealousy, maybe?

"Really? So will we," he said.

I nodded, but as I watched the trio the clues began to (finally) connect in my mind and I worked out who they were. I looked all of them over. Of course--why didn't I see it before? These three English teenagers were none other than--I let out a small gasp and then began to laugh. How could I have been so stupid?

Wouldn't my father have loved to hear about that? His own daughter befriending them. I thought of the look on his face and could not, if someone had a wand to me threatening to use an unforgivable curse, have stopped laughing.

The black-haired, green-eyed boy, who I now knew was Harry Potter (I didn't even need to check for his scar--I knew it was there), looked concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"I just . . . I just realized," I still could not stop laughing, though quietly now. "Who you three are . . ."

Looking even more concerned he asked, "How do you know who we are?"

"Oh, I've heard plenty about you. Anyway, I'm sorry; I'm Amethyst." I saw them exchange glances and grinned. "Don't worry; I know you don't have a clue who I am. You're not supposed to--not yet anyway."

He looked a little less worried and confused then. "I'm Harry. This is Ron and Hermione."

"I'm sorry I'm kind of acting really weird right now but . . . It's just partly because I'm nervous . . ."

Ron, the red-haired boy, smiled again. "So long as you don't run into Malfoy you'll be fine."

As if on cue, the door to our compartment slid open a few seconds later. I looked over to see a boy about our age, or maybe slightly older, come sauntering in with a smug smile. He had silver-blonde hair and gray eyes like steel. I could only think of one word to describe him: beautiful. Then--he sat down right next to me. Apparently word had gotten around that there was a new transfer student . . . I had to talk to my father about that.

Anyway, since he was so comfortable acting that way around me, I let my shields down and said, "Hi. You aren't, by any chance, Draco Malfoy, are you?"

His smile, which was really more of a smirk, faltered. "Yeah--Who are you?"

I smirked at him then. "My name's Amethyst," I said, adding a wink to convey my identity to him.

He grinned. "Amethyst?"

"Mhm."

"Then that means you're--"

I clapped my hand over his mouth, surprising him into silence. "Mhm. Shhh . . ."

His eyes sparkled, and I could feel his mouth turn up into a smile beneath my hand. It was then that I realized that the others were watching with disapproval. I didn't acknowledge them, but I took my hand away from his mouth.

"I've heard a lot about you, Draco," I said meaningfully.

"Really," he said grimly.

I knew then why my father liked him. "Mhm. Don't worry. I know more than most other people."

"Well I've heard a little bit about you, too," he said, though I knew he meant the same that I did. "All good though."

I laughed. "It *must* have just been a *little* bit then."

The train began to slow, very gradually.

"I think we're getting pretty close. When we get there, do you want me to show you around?" he asked me, and I couldn't help but laugh again.

"If you want to."

"Sure. I can even show you where Professor Snape's office is."

It took all I had in me not to fall into another laughing fit. "Really? Not that I plan on going there often, but that would be interesting to know."

"I bet you'll be seeing a lot of him; you look like a Slytherin to me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Yes," he said, looking offended.

"Don't get mad. But as far as I know, there are only two Slytherins that I would, um . . . like to associate with."

"And they are?"

I smiled and whispered in his ear, "You and Daddy, of course."

He smiled back. "Okay."

He opened his mouth to say more, but the train stopped and he took my hand to help me up instead. "Come on."

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Of course not. I'm just . . . asking."

"Hm . . . Well . . . All right, if you say so--just this once."

Draco smiled and pulled me out of the compartment. When we were about to step down to exit the train, I turned and, grinning and waving like an idiot, yelled, "Bye Harry! Bye Ron! Bye Hermione!"

I saw Draco's eyes narrow, but he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. We rode in a carriage to Hogwarts, alone so we could talk. We already felt like we'd known each other forever, though we'd only just met, and when the carriage came to a stop we both scowled.

My disappointment was soon forgotten, however, when we stepped into the entrance hall (the last to arrive) and I saw my father waiting on me. I was his one weakness.

I grinned and, while running over to hug him, yelled, "*Daddy!*"

Okay, so I know this makes me sound about two years old, but really. I hadn't seen my father since summer, and it was nice to see him again. I almost didn't recognize him, but when I looked twice it was unmistakable.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up off the ground. "Amethyst!"

I didn't recognize how quiet it had gone until Harry said disbelievingly, "That's her *dad*?"

Laughing, I winked at him. There was good reason for his disbelief.

"Sorry, I didn't . . . mean to say that," he said, though he shot Ron a look that repeated his earlier words.

My father took my hand, and I chose to ignore the looks practically the whole school was giving us. It seemed no one had yet entered the Great Hall.

"Come on. I'll show you where you'll be staying, Amethyst."

"Okay. But . . . I'm kinda hungry," I said, hoping to worm my way into the Welcoming Banquet.

"Okay. We'll get something on the way."

"But don't I get to see the feast?" I asked, pouting. He knew I'd always wanted to go.

He frowned. "Do you really want to go?"

No. I was just asking for the heck of it. But I saved my remark; I knew what was really bothering him.

"You're worried I'll want to get sorted aren't you?"

Looking a bit shocked, he admitted, "Well . . . I suppose a little, but . . . What would be the point of your being sorted?"

"Don't worry. I don't want to go up in front of all those people with the first years."

I saw a trace of a smile come across his face. "All right, then I guess you can stay and see the feast."

"Okay, thank you!"

He laughed slightly, and I knew he was already regretting his decision. Suddenly, he noticed our audience and he glowered, making even me cringe.

"Shouldn't you people be going in to the feast?" he asked harshly.

They all exchanged guilty glances and drifted into the Great Hall. Draco had been watching with a smug smile and turned to enter the Hall after a few moments.

"Draco," my father said, motioning for the handsome boy to come back. When Draco was standing next to us, he said, "You remember what I asked you to do, don't you?"

The blonde glanced at me, grinned, and nodded to his head of house.

"Amethyst, I have some business to take care of. Why don't you go into the feast with Draco; I'll meet you two later."

"All right. But we definitely have to talk later. I can't believe you sent him to watch out for me!"

"I didn't."

"*Daddy*," I said knowingly. Of course he'd deny it, but still.

"I didn't," he said again, though he sounded less confident this time. I raised an eyebrow at him. "I just suggested that . . . he might want to make sure that things were going all right for you, that's all."

"Of course. Now, don't you have business to attend to?"

He frowned, and I got the feeling he was having second thoughts about leaving me with Draco as I watched him watch us. "Maybe it can wait."

"No, no," I said with a sweet smile. "I'll be fine with Draco."

Glaring at Draco, my father said, "Mr. Malfoy. Remember what I said."

Draco, looking a bit less smug, nodded. I just kept smiling and waved to my wary father who kept glancing back at us until he turned down a corridor. After making sure that we were now alone, Draco offered me his hand. I, smiling, took it.

We entered the Great Hall just so, and dead silence was its reply. I couldn't help but sneak a glance at Harry, who looked reproving. My smile faltered, and I casually took my hand back, linking arms with Draco instead.

He sent me a worried look. "What happened?"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You just . . . You changed for a minute there."

"Oh . . . Um, nothing; it's all good. Now let's go eat."

He smiled again and led me over to the Slytherin table.