A/N: Here's #2 Hope you like it. I think it gets better as it goes on!

"Welcome!" Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, called out as everyone had settled into their seats after the new first year students had been sorted. "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" He looked down at the first years staring wide-eyed up at him. "Or welcome to a new beginning." He looked around at everyone. "Before we begin the wonderful feast of a new school year, I have an important announcement. I am sure most of you have heard, and some of you may have met our new student; Bianca Rantillio."

Bianca slowly made her way across the stage as many students began to whisper.

(Over at the Gryffindor table)

"Oh my….That's who she is!" Hermione gasped.

Ron and Harry were in the middle of pleading with their stomachs for silence, when they heard Hermione.

"She's who?" They both questioned with suspicious glances at Bianca on stage.

Hermione leaned over the table and whispered so low the boys had to lean in to hear her, "Her father was accused of being a deatheater last summer! The Ministry of Magic hasn't sentenced him, though he is still held captive, but not in Azkaban."

Their gazes turned back to Bianca as she placed herself on the stool.

Behind them, a pair of cold grey orbs watched in anticipation for the girl's placement, also.

(Up to Bianca)

As Bianca sat down on the stool, she muttered quietly, "Please, whatever you say, say to me, not to everyone." She was so quiet that even Professor McGonagall hadn't heard, but the hat nodded, having heard her perfectly clear. The moment the hat was put on her head, an internal war in her mind began.

I see that you are cunning; very cunning indeed, and loyal to the bone. You have a mind hungry for knowledge, but a heart of impatience and hatred. With blood pure and wit fast, I think you will strive in…

"Slytherin!" The hat called out for all to hear. As the professor removed the hat that had sunk over her eyes, she saw that the entire Slytherin table was applauding her. As she slowly made her way down the stairs, she looked to the Gryffindor table. Past all of the eyes of scorn and disdain, she found who she was looking for. There, sitting at the center of the table, were Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny and Neville. Their faces stayed blank as they watched her slowly make her way down to an empty seat. She knew they knew who she was. She had feared telling them on the train her full name, for these obvious reasons; but she had hoped when the time came down to it, they would accept the fact that it wasn't her; it was her father. She wanted them to get to know her at least a little bit before they passed judgment. She honestly didn't know if her father had done such a horrible thing; there were never any signs that he did it, but everyone thought the worst of him before there was any proof.

She fell into an empty seat beside some first year students who were watching her with a mixture of amazement that she was here, and curiosity because she was here. She wasn't really paying attention to the end of the speech, but she did listen back just in time for Dumbledore to say "Let the feast…"he raised his arms "begin."

She smiled feebly as she recalled her own shocked expression the first time she witnessed magic. In an attempt to explain this all, Bianca's parents showed her the many things she would one day learn to do. She was slightly surprised when she didn't hear a word of amusement from the children's mouths beside her.

She didn't load her plate with food, but filled it with small portions of foods she had never tried before. She wasn't hungry because her mother had made her daughters a going away dinner. They tried to explain that they were sure Dumbledore would feed them, but their mother would hear nothing of it. Every year, she treated her daughters as if it were there first day to ever go to school. She even walked them to the train stop. Both Bianca and Jasmine were past the ages where they would be embarrassed by this.

Bianca was on the verge of taking a bite when she felt someone behind her. She slowly turned to see two large guys standing behind her. She sat their waiting for them to say whatever they needed to so she could go back to eating, and they watched her with curiosily, wondering if they had approached the right person.

When Bianca finally got tired of waiting, she lowered her fork and asked, "Can I help you gentlemen with something?" Her entire area got quiet as they watched how the scene would play out. "Bianca Rantillio…" one began. When she nodded her head in compliance, the other continued "Mr. Malfoy would like you to join him and others…" They thought about the way they would address this particular subject, "who are more at your level."

She thought fast. Obviously, Mr. Malfoy is not the person you should turn down frequently. She slowly got out of her seat and followed the two to the table where she was supposed to sit.

The second she sat down, she noticed she was receiving death glares from across the table. Bianca thought about the descriptions of the Slytherins she was told to avoid. Well, I guess that is out of the question now, she thought as she tried to place faces with names. She finally came to the conclusion that the pig-faced girl had to be Pansy. She was known to have a crush on Draco Malfoy, but was never allowed to sit so close to him. That must have been the reason for the glares. The two who were sent to retrieve her must have been Crabbe and Goyle; also considered as Draco's bodyguards. She started to wonder why she was allowed to sit so close to Draco, when she noticed she hadn't identified everyone from Hermione's description. There, across from Draco, was the missing person. She knew it was him before thinking of what was said about him.

Draco's right hand man is Blaise Zabini. He is one of the more cunning Slytherins I've heard about. You should be careful around him; he is strong and smart. He could pull information out of almost anyone.

Before she could excuse herself for being in someone else's seat, a calm voice asked, "So, Bianca, how was you trip here?"

She looked up and into Draco Malfoy's cold, searching eyes. She quickly lowered hers to her now empty plate. Blaise had taken out his wand and did a simple flick movement, causing Bianca's plate down the table to disappear and reappear before her. She quickly looked up at him, muttered a soft "Thanks" and began to eat.

He offered her a small smile, but it quickly disappeared when he looked up at Draco. Draco glared down at him; but Blaise just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating.