I've got lots of ideas brewing for this now, I can't wait to get to the good stuff! Thank you so much for the first couple of reviews :D

The first part is Nadia's POV and then it goes into Draco's. I'm not sure how often I'll switch the POVs, but I enjoyed writing Draco ;) So you can probably expect more of his side in the future.

Enjoy!

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Nadia's POV

It's freezing! I shivered while waiting outside Professor Snape's office. The new prefects were supposed to report to their head of house, and apparently Draco was late as well as the Potions Master. I suppressed another shiver as a chill raked through my chest. I had slept the rest of the way on the train, using Stella's shoulder as a pillow. When I woke, she was sat with a book and Malfoy had disappeared. She said he went to go find Parkinson and his other Slytherins cronies in another carriage. I hadn't been concerned, apart from now when his group had obviously slowed him down.

Hearing footsteps echo down the dark hallway, I turned. The professor was muttering into Malfoy's ear, and he looked like he was getting a bad scolding. I desperately tried to stop the laugh bubbling at my mouth, but the scorned look on Malfoy's face made it very hard.

As they reached within earshot, Snape cut off mid-rant and his expression smoothed out. "Nadia, Draco, congratulations on becoming prefects." He began in his low drawl, sounding anything but congratulatory. "Now as well as your duties, which were outlined in the letter you were sent with your badge, there are some living accommodation changes. You will no longer share a dorm with the other people in your year, but share with only one other girl or boy."

Malfoy's forehead creased in understanding and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally no more sharing with Pansy! But then the panic set it, what would I do without Stella?

"The one you will share with is someone in another high position, but not a prefect. These positions have been recently created," the contempt was evident in his voice, "by the new head boy and girl. The room changes are also their doing."

"What are these new positions, sir?" I asked, impatient.

"There are differences between the houses, but Slytherin has joined two roles together, head of social events and head of the dorms, for one boy and one girl to share. They can also take over any of your duties if you are otherwise," he paused ever so slightly, "engaged."

I frowned and Malfoy scoffed, "What sort of role is that?"

"An important one, apparently." The professor obviously felt the same way.

"Who got the roles?" I pressed.

"Stella Moore and Blake Lutte."

"Who?" Draco and I spoke at the same time, and I gave him a quick glare.

Snape sighed loudly, "I believe you know who Miss Moore is, and Blake is a new student. Now, come along, I'll show you to your new rooms, then you need to get to the main hall quickly for the feast."

And without any further explanation he stormed off down the corridor to the Slytherin dorms. His robes billowed behind him, and I had to quicken my pace to keep up.

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Draco's POV

We came to the passage where the corridor split two ways, one to the girls' dorms and one which let to the boys'. But instead of turning in either direction we continued until we reached the end of the corridor. A painting of a sleeping old man in his rocking chair hung on the wall, and I always presumed it was just a dead end. Snape rapped on the painting three times slowly, then twice quickly. The old man snorted himself awake, and peered at us through some rather large glasses.

"Is it that time already?" He rasped out, still staring at us. Then the painting swung forward and we stepped through onto the other side. A dorm within a dorm, like Russian dolls. On this side of the wall was small room, with a large couch, fireplace, and shelf full of books. The lighting was of course, green. It was a bit too much sometimes.

At the end of the small room were two doors made from mahogany wood.

"Nadia, you go through the door on the left. There should be three turn off points, and you are to take the first. Draco, the same is for you except for the right door instead of the left." The professor was still annoyed from the earlier incident after the train. Then we had to make a quick stop at the room of requirement to check everything was in order. It hadn't put him in the best mood. He turned on his heel and swept out of the room, but still called back, "Remember, be down at the hall in ten minutes."

I let myself grin sleazily to the girl from habit, and gestured to the doors, "Shall we?"

Reeves just rolled her green eyes, flicked her black hair, and stormed towards her door. It slammed loudly.

The change to the living quarters was a pleasant surprise, and it would make my task this year a lot easier if I didn't have to explain myself to my room-mates. It also made me exceedingly happy that I didn't have to share with either Crabbe or Goyle. Their sleeping habits, I shuddered involuntarily, were pretty awful. It ranged from talking in their sleep, to chewing pillows, but the worst was the gas. Just the memories made me gag.

Finding the room was easy, especially with 'Blake and Draco' scrawled on the door in silver lettering. The door was shut and it creaked lightly as I opened it. My eyes quickly took in the room; two large poster beds were draped with an emerald green silk. The lights in here were bright, and the room was decorated with, thankfully, a lot less green than my previous room.

I almost jumped when I saw the boy standing over one of the beds, scanning his cases that had been brought up. He was facing away from me. He wasn't dressed in his robes, and was wearing jeans that hung low across his backside.

The door swung loudly back into position, and he turned. The first thing I noticed were his eyebrows, obviously plucked. His face was well groomed, and his black curly hair gave out a 'messy' look, but it was the product of spending too long in front of the mirror. My scrutiny only took a second or so, but the verdict was defiantly sound. I saw him look me over quickly, and then he held out a hand.

"Hi, you must be Draco, nice to meet you. I'm Blake." His voice had a slight accent that I couldn't quite pin down.

"Pleasure." We shook stiffly. "Just moved?" I enquired and he nodded.

"I'm over from Washington." He didn't offer any more details and I didn't want any more. We eyed each other for a while longer until he spoke again. "Mind if I take this bed?"

I wondered over to the free bed. "No, this one is fine for me." I tried to sound off hand, but it came out clipped. I lounged back onto my bed, still watching the new boy. Friend or Foe?

"Lutte is an unusual surname."

"So is Malfoy." I let a grin slip.

"Why did you move?"

"My mom took a new job up in the Ministry over here."

"Oh? What section?"

"Dealing in the parliament communications side of things. She did the same back in Washington."

I nodded, contemplating him. "High up?"

"High enough."

I think I liked this boy. I had managed to figure him out quickly, he had his own opinions, and he wasn't inclined to back down in an argument. He was quick on the uptake, and he liked his own space. If his mother was high up within the Ministry then one thing was certain, he wasn't a mudblood.

I steered the conversation to more innocent things, like subjects and how the school worked.

"Do you have any weird sleeping habits?" He asked me after a short silence.

"Not that I know of. What about yourself?"

"No, I don't talk in my sleep or anything like that." I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, but he continued, "I am slightly OCD you know? Keep everything clean and in its place and I won't get too crazy." He smiled lightly, but it wavered. "There's one other thing though…"

My eyes narrowed, if he told me he was had a gas problem I would demand another room. "What?"

"I'm gay." He met my eyes, defiant. It was if he was daring me to say something homophobic. "Will that be a problem?"

I rolled my eyes, "I'd gathered that already."

"Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yes, the moment I walked in actually."

"Oh. So that's not going to be an issue?"

I sighed again. I had a problem with all lower forms of wizard, but I didn't think your sexuality made your blood dirty. It was one belief I didn't share with my father.

"Not unless you fancy me or something."

He grimaced, "You're not really my type. Sorry."

I admit, I was slightly offended. "Why ever not?!" I mentally cursed my voice for sounding giving away my emotion. But really, who says no to me?!

"I don't go for blondes, and I like boys to be smaller than me. And you give off that air of, you know…" I grinned, knowing what he was finding hard to say.

"Spit it out." I laughed inwardly at my own pun which he didn't seem to notice.

"A man slut." He held up his hands in apology.

I shrugged, "I am what I am." I cocked an eyebrow at him and laughed. It seemed we both had judged each other very accurately in those first few minutes. It occurred to me that this Blake boy would be a lot easier to room with than those other monstrosities last year. Who knows, maybe we could even be friends.

A knock at the door caught my attention, and before either of us could react, it swung open and crashed loudly.

"Oh, yours is lighter than ours, sorry." My cousin was standing in the doorway, but only lingered there for a second before prancing inside, Nadia following.

I raised my eyebrows at them. "What do you think you are doing in here Stella?"

"Nadia was just dying to see your room Draco. You know, to find ways of sneaking in when it gets dark and lonely and cold and she needs-" She was cut off when the black haired girl wacked her on the head. It made a hollow thud and I laughed.

"More like when its dark and I'm coming in with a knife to kill him." She muttered quietly.

"I'll have to watch my back then." I smirked at her. "Although I wouldn't say no." Her expression was priceless, yet I grimaced inwardly at my lack of originality.

Blake guffawed from the other side of the room, and I regained my manners. "Stella, Nadia, this is my new roommate, Blake. Blake this is my cousin Stella and her friend."

"Nice to meet you." He grinned at them across the room and nodded. "But I'm confused; I was told the rooms were charmed to prevent mixing?"

Nadia shook her head, "No, the girl's are charmed to stop the boys entering, but not the other way around."

"And she'd know all about that." Stella chuckled.

"So would Malfoy."

I held my hands up in defence, "No, no my antics were kept strictly out of the rooms where I may offend my room-mates."

"I guess I should appreciate that then." Blake laughed.

"Ew, I don't think we needed to know that Malfoy." Nadia wrinkled her nose.

I just winked at her mockingly.

"Come on then, we'd better get down to the hall before we miss the food." She flicked her black hair behind her shoulder and moved towards the door.

We walked as a group, but nearing the hall Stella pulled me back slightly, giving Nadia and Blake a head start as they walked to find seats.

"So?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. I hadn't a clue what she wanted from me.

"So what?"

"Give me a quick run down on Blake."

I grinned, she was interested in him. And he would be completely oblivious to her advances if she had the chance to pursue him. Oh, this would be highly entertaining.

"Oh I don't think I can."

"Draco!" She wacked me lightly on the arm. "It's your duty!"

"My duty?"

"Yes, you are supposed to tell me all about the boy, and I decide where or not to go out with them."

"When did I acquire this duty?!"

"Just now. We're supposed to act like family mafia anyway. You can't be so unconcerned!"

"I'm not unconcerned; I just don't think I should help you."

"In other words, you don't know him yet, so you can't help me." Oh I knew very important things. I laughed inwardly.

"Exactly."

Stella was quiet for a while before asking, "Does he play Quiditch?" I shrugged, honestly not knowing the answer. "Oh, you are useless!" She exclaimed and then left me to prance off ahead. Nadia and Blake had already sat down opposite each other near the back of the Slytherin table. Stella slid in to place next to Blake. I saw Nadia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but she quickly hid her expression. I glanced down the table and saw Pansy waving frantically further down the table. She was sat with my ex-roommates, and I gladly passed up the opportunity to witness their awful table manners. Plus, I wanted to watch my cousin's embarrassment.

I sat next to Reeves, and I noted how she leaned ever so slightly away from me. I echoed her movement, shifting so there was a large gap between us.

We sat through the tedious speeches and sorting ceremony. The food appeared, and I was delighted to see Blake and the girls taking food slowly and Blake even offered around items before taking his own. I risked a glance down the table and regretted it. Pansy was being splattered with the grease that flew off of Crabbe's chicken as he tore is apart like a dog. A lucky escape indeed.

"So Blake, how were you sorted into Slytherin without having to go through the sorting ceremony?" Stella pounced on him.

"I had it done when I moved, at the beginning of the summer. They said it was rare you know, to have it done at that time. Then that tall professor with the black hair asked if I'd prefer a room with lots of roommates or just one. Obviously I chose the one, so they gave me this position."

"Yes, we've got the same title haven't we? Isn't that odd?" She twisted her blonde around a finger. Blake gave her a nervous smile, and then his eyes met mine in slight confusion. I coughed to try and hide my laughter.

Nadia flashed me an annoyed look, and then muttered, "If you're going to die, at least do it quietly. I am trying to eat here."

I finished spluttering, not very attractive I know, and couldn't help but smirk.

"So Blake, do you play Quiditch?" My cousin moved closer to the unsuspecting boy, and I actually felt a bout of sympathy. He didn't know what he was in for.

"I used to, but I'm not very good."

"Oh, I'm sure you're great at it." She was practically whispering in his ear now.

I was biting my tongue to stop the laughter when Reeves began to cotton on.

"Stella-" she began in a warning tone. I quickly kicked her shin under the table, and her gaze snapped to me. I pretended to wipe my mouth with a napkin, and then as I put it down I let my index finger skim over my top lip onto the bottom, and then over my chin. I was quite proud of my own subtlety!

The girl's eyes narrowed and she turned back to my cousin and poor Blake. I saw recognition flash across her face, finally. She quickly picked up her knife and fork to continue eating, but I saw her lips press together in amusement, and her fringe fell in front of her eyes to hide the laughter dancing in them.

"Maybe you should show me your skills sometime?" Stella was like an unstoppable train. I saw Blake jump suddenly, and I realised that my cousin had applied the classic move. I could tell from his face that her hand was somewhere a bit too personal for his liking.

"Umm… I… I don't think…" He stuttered, his eyes boring into mine were literally screaming HELP!

"Come on." She purred into his ear. Stella was defiantly persistent, and it was times like this when I realised how many genes we shared.

Blake gulped visibly, and he looked deeply into her eyes. "Stella, I don't think that would be such a good idea." He had gathered enough courage to pick her hand up from its resting spot and forcibly removed it, putting it firmly on the table in front of her.

Stella pouted, seeing rejection looming. "Why ever not?" I did laugh aloud then, her tone mirrored mine from earlier exactly. We really were far too alike.

"Because I'm not like that Stella."

Her frown only deepened. He waited a while for her to catch on, but it was apparent she hadn't taken the hint. "I'm gay Stella."

Her expression smoothed out immediately, and a smile lit up her eyes. "Oh! Well why didn't you say so earlier? I was beginning to think I had lost my touch!"

He laughed awkwardly, and shook his head. "I'm sure another boy would find that rather thrilling, just not myself."

Reeves suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, and Stella glared at the both of us.

"Draco! So much for family ties! And you, Nadia, why didn't you warn me instead of letting me scare this innocent boy?"

My face was twisted from smiling and smirking at the same time, was that even possible? I knew if I opened my mouth to reply then the laughter would not stop. Reeves managed to calm herself enough to speak.

"Too… funny… your faces…!" I found myself joining in when her words receded into giggles. It seemed her peals of laughter were infectious, and I was helpless to stop myself chuckling.

Blake was smiling lightly, but Stella just seemed annoyed.

I realised Nadia and I were then alone in our laughter, laughing together at a joke we had both been in on. I stopped immediately, and stared at the girl in mild disgust. What was I turning into? Was that us…getting along?!

I heard her laughter subside, and she wiped away tears from her green eyes. She caught my stare, and for the second time I saw her mind turn the same way as my own. Her green eyes glared back into mine for a fraction of a second, and then they were back on her food.

Stella looked as if a wistful hope had been crushed, and I met her gaze steadily. I knew exactly what she would be thinking; that maybe for once Reeves and I had actually gotten along, for one tiny moment in our history of throat-ripping, snarling insults.

But I was the first to look away, her stare was too powerful, so disappointed. I stared at the empty plates and bowls around me, and then smirked as the next course appeared in front of us. Let them eat cake.

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Instead of revising I listened to Draco and the Malfoys to get into the right frame of mind. Pansy (you are the girl of my dreams) makes me laugh every single time.

Pansy, you are the girl of my dreams,
Because all the other girls in Slytherin are fugly.