Disclaimer: I don't Own Harry Potter L.

So this story is about Chimera Slytherin, she is the heir to Slytherin (a direct descendant of Slytherin himself) and Voldimort's distant cousin. She is a 5th year Slytherin (along with Draco Malfoy). This is a series of one shots based on different themes. She has silver hair and silver eyes, her wand is 12 inches, Cherry wood, with a dragon core.

~Melody Bane

How I Do Enjoy Causing You Grief…

I sit at my house table, surrounded by Slytherins from every year. They all are trying to get me to tell them what my next plan is. "I told you guys, I am have a more important target than the 'golden trio' right now." I laugh.

"But you've been planning something since last month!" a 6th year frowns.

"Yes, but this is for a personal reason." I smirk, and glance over at the 'Slytherin Prince'. I get up and exit the great hall by myself, I know I'm being followed.

"Chimera!" I hear Draco yell at me.

"Yes?" I turn around to face him.

"What are you planning?" he asks.

"Nothing." I smirk, "Why is the Slytherin Prince worried?"

"Well, you haven't talked to me since school began, and I miss having you as my partner is Potions."

"Malfoy I don't know what your talking about. You never asked me to be you partner." I frown.

"I assumed, since we had been partners since first year…"

"Fine, I'll talk to my godfather, Snape about it." I smile.

"Really?" he asks, a smirk on his face.

"No!" I laugh and walk off to the dungeons.

When I get there I summon a 6 foot cobra, "Now you may not bite anyone." I tell it using parsle tongue, "But I want you to make it like you're going to attack him." I lay down on a silver couch with the cobra on my shoulders, after a while my group comes in.

"Is this your plan?" A 5th year asks.

"no this is my pet." I frown, "I'm a parsle tongue remember?"

"Oh, ya." he frowns.

Then Draco walks in, "Don't bite him!" I hiss in parsle tongue as the snake slithers up to Malfoy and hisses at him, Malfoy freezes. I smirk and the Snake lunges for him, but misses. "Like my pet Malfoy?" I ask sweetly.

"Get this thing away from me!" he screams at me.

"Come back." I hiss. The cobra curls around my arm, shoulder and neck. "See you Malfoy." I laugh.

"Wait why are you always tormenting me?" he asks.

"I enjoy it." I laugh, "Du."