When Daphne Greengrass first saw Harry Potter, her heart melted.

Aww, what a cute little boy, she thought, licking her lips. Bloody hell, he looked so fucking hot that she wanted him already. Raven hair, powerfully glowing emerald orbs... what more could a girl want?

"Gryffindor!" shouted that blasted hat, and Daphne sagged, pouting away.

She would be a slytherin, that was for sure. How could she get his eleven year old worm in her prepubscent cunt then? Damn him! Damn that stupid Boy Who Lived to hell!

"That's right," the pretty redhead beside her nodded. She had nice stormy grey eyes. Daphne, of course, had a slab of ice. How... appropriate, she purred to herself.

Daphne realized she had said it out loud, but she knew not to show any emotion, or else...

The redhead extended her hand.

"Greetings, Daphne Greengrass," her voice formal and very aristocratic, a queen giving a peasant orders. "I think an aquaintance is in order."

Excellent. Daphne didn't even think about how some random stranger knew her name; she just shook that hand gravely.

"Pleasure," Daphne said in monotone.

Not revealing any secrets was the key here.

And of course, Daphne knew all about her family's secrets- She was the heir to the Greengrass fortune! Her father wouldn't keep that kind of knowledge from his eleven year old, would he? He couldn't!

Obviously Hogwarts was like the formal social gatherings her parents went to all the time and formality was neccessary...

But she digressed.

The girl flashed a cold smile. "Tracey Davis, at your service."

They had become inseparable ever since.

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Harry Potter was having a fine day. He had just made a friend -And a dear friend at that! Ron Weasley... what a funny name. But Harry knew he could trust the redhead. That kid seemed so nice and faithful! What a joyful seven years they would have.

As Harry mulled things over, he didn't notice the evil look his "dear friend" was giving him.

"Daphne Greengrass."

Harry turned, his interest creeping upwards, trouser snake style. Who even named their own kid "Greengrass"? It had to be pretty sad- His brain was stunned into silence.

Pouty lips, a striking pair of icy cold eyes that pierced his heart, and honey blonde flowing tresses filled his vision, her sharp jawline slicing him apart from the insides. Her boots clicked on the floor as she took each step, her hips swaying confidently. Harry was mesmerized. It was love at first sight!

Beautiful...

"Slytherin!"

Fuck.

That meant she was evil. Oh no, how was he to get her now? What of the house rivalry against Slytherin? Devastated, Harry slumped forward and sulked.

He didn't notice one Daphne Greengrass doing the same opposite him.

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"Ron, has anyone ever overcome the Gryffindor-Slytherin ri-" Harry began, settled nicely in his bed.

Unbeknownst to him, Ronald Weasley was smirking devilishly from his schemes. The redhead rubbed his hands together. Thank Dumbledore for the ready made love potions!

"No, Harry," Ron said. "Why d'you ask? Slytherins are pure evil! Wait... I know what you're doing! You're... you're fraternising with the enemy! Stay away, snake!" Inwardly, he cackled.

Harry was devastated. No- No! He wouldn't lose his only friend because of that evil snake.

"R-Ron, I only asked because I was curious. I didn't know it was that bad!" The raven haired boy said desperately.

There was a pause, and Harry knew that Ron was reconsidering his decision. Hope filled his body with warmth.

"All right, mate," Ron said with a sigh, and Harry's world flooded with relief.

"Just don't try to be friends with those slimy snakes, Harry. I care for you, you know."

Ron gagged when he knew Harry was asleep, his laughter threatening to explode out of him. Seriously, how daft could the boy get? Oh wait, he had no intelligence. Dumbledore stole it from him. Great man, Dumbledore.

It was time to tell his mother that he'd succeeded.

DunDunDun!

Oh no! Ron is evil! Harry can't get the love of his life! Daphne is sad! What will happen indeed??????!1!1!1!1 Pls review... reviews make me happy and keep me going you know. If there aren't any, I will lose my motivation because I write not for my own leisure, but for your attention.

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