Draco Malfoy sat smug in the Three Broomsticks and Pansy Parkinson and her followers tried desperately for his attention. They were having the usual bitch about the usual people.

"Would you shut up, Daphne! I'm trying to talk." Pansy said rudely when Daphne Greengrass tried to insert her identical on what Hermione Granger had decided to wear to Hogsmeade today.

The Slytherin girls had been the same ever since Draco's first year at Hogwarts, back then he might have been amused. But it was their fifth year, and he just thought that they were rather boring.

Pansy's voice was drowned out by the ringing of the door bells and Hermione Granger's laugh, "Yes, Ronald tends to be-" she turned around to see Draco absent-mindedly staring at her. "You know, we could just drop into Honeydukes." She said not taking her eyes off Draco.

"You said this place was the best." The girl Hermione had been talking to finally stepped inside in with the warm mid-July breeze. First Draco saw the gladiator sandals around perfectly pedi-cured feet, then long tanned legs that led to possibly the shortest dress that Hogwarts has ever seen, he looked straight at her face when she brushed her fingers through her long brown hair, that he took as a hint, she knew he was staring and sat back in his chair.

"Slut." Daphne commented.

"Who is she?" Draco asked Pansy directly.

Pansy rolled her eyes, hoping Draco's interest was just hatred, "Sienna Schumacher."

"Sienna Schumacher Santa Maria." Millicent Bulstrode added before getting a hiss from Pansy.

"Wait... Schumacher... related to Dolohov?"

Pansy nodded, "How do you-"

"When did she come here?" Draco asked not answering the question, much to Pansy's dismay.

"She moved from Beauxbatons just last week." Pansy said.

"She's in our potions class." Millicent added.

"And our Dark Arts class we have... together." Pansy bragged.

Draco thought for a moment, interrupted by Pansy again; "She's in Gryffindor, Draco."

"God." Was all he replied, "I'm going to the shrieking shack." He said before casually walking off.

-x-xx-x-

Goyle was already at the shack when Draco got there, making castles with the dirt in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Draco spat, scaring all daylight out of Goyle.

Goyle jumped up "Oh, uh... nothing." He stuttered brushing the dirt off his hands and onto his pants.

"Where's Crabbe?" He looked around, squinting as the sun stood behind the hill he was looking at.

There she was, and the moment was just like before, his eyes trailed up her legs, along her strappy sleeved dress then to her plump pink lips.

"I don't know." Goyle said.

Draco turned back around to face Goyle. "What?"

"I don't know." He repeated bluntly.

"You don't know what?" Draco had lost full attention.

"Where Crabbe is!" He said now getting annoyed, "Whose that?" He said gesturing to the girl Draco had been staring at.

Sienna was now walking away her pin-straight but messy hair was almost the same colour as Hermione's unruly bushy hair. "Sienna Schumacher Santa Maria." Draco said, her name rolled off he's tongue easily. "Dolohov's sister's daughter... I think." Draco said.

"Oh, Is she here because of the whole blood-traitor thing?" Goyle asked.

Draco spun around instantaneously, "What?"

"My cousin goes to Beauxbatons said that she was dating a mud-blood and, yeah." Goyle explained.

"Ew." Draco said disgusted, a pure blood like her could do much better.

"Her parents sent her to her aunt's house. I guess she had to move here as well." Goyle gossiped quite like Pansy on occasion.

Draco was confused why he was so interested in her, he didn't like her; she was a Gryffindor, and a blood traitor.