A.N. Thank you DracoLover for reviewing, I thought this story was a little bit stupid but your review convinced me to keep posting. I already have some chapters written in advance but I want to space them out a little, and besides they aren't edited. So they'll probably be uploaded on the weekends because of school and sports. Hope you enjoy.

"Ronald! No need to be rude." Hermione scolded.

"Why's she going to the Slytherin table?" Harry asked.

"Well the other girl, Elizabeth was it, got sorted into Slytherin. Maybe she is going to go talk to her." Hermione thought out loud.

"Oh" the duo in front of her said in unison.

As Leah approached the Slytherin table eyes were shot towards her and the whispers trading amongst friends began. When she finally did, she tapped Elizabeth's shoulder and started giggling about whatever they were giggling about and Elizabeth stood up and they started walking to Pierre. From a distance they could hear the flirty giggles that came from the area he was sitting at. It looked like he has charmed the more intelligent group of girls at Hogwarts with his fast thinking, handsomeness and fake French accent.

"Yo. Romeo. How's it going there?" Elizabeth asked, her voice sounding surprisingly different from what most of the students imagined.

Knowing the facade was over, Pierre slowly turned his head around and cocked his head a little to the right and said in an American accent, but in the same deep voice, "It's going just fine here, Beth. What about you." Pierre regarded her, exaggerating the 'Beth' for he knew she hated the nickname with a passion.

Elizabeth squinted her eyes at the boy and tucked her chin in, giving off an intimidating appearance, and asked, "Really Fifi, ya want to go there?"

Leah intervened at that moment, for if she didn't a dangerous battle of witty insults and sarcastic comeback would have commenced, that would not leave a very good impression on AWS as a whole. She said to both, "Girls, girls, you both are pretty on the inside so stop with the fighting. Now Lizzy, Pierre, quit acting like five year olds and apologize."

At that moment Dexter thought it appropriate to come and sling his arms around the two standing girls and said , "Hey, Lizzy" while stroking her ear with his thumb and index finger.

"Get away from me you creep!" Lizzy said pushing Dexter, knocking him right into Pierre.

"Oh lá lá, Dexter and Fifi sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, second come marriage, third comes an adopted baby in a baby carriage." Leah teased two the two boys as Dexter stood back on his own two feet. A red tint started climbing up Pierre's neck, a scowl marring his face and Dexter threw a murderous glare towards the girl.

"Ha ha, very funny Leah. How mature." Dexter said in a voice that seemed to drip with sarcasm, while the two girls started laughing. Pierre stayed out of this because he knew the girls would have a joke-fest at their 'romantic relationship' which was completely fabricated from the girls' imagination with the help of their clique at school.

"Okay, now what do you three want?" Pierre asked in an authoritative voice.

"Is there anything wrong with me coming to talk to my friend?" questioned Dexter with a faux innocent voice.

"I guess not, but what about you two gossipers?" Pierre demanded.

"Oh, we just wanted to chat with a familiar face, and you two are fun to talk about. Also, we are not forty-something old ladies that do nothing other than gossip about the town!" Leah retorted in a tone an octave above her own.

Dexter cut in, "No, but you are teenagers who gossip about the school." He went to high five Pierre, but was left hanging for the French boy was chuckling into his hand, so be had to make do with smacking his left hand with his own right.

"That. Was. Pathetic." Lizzy stated, not even trying to go for the burn.

"Ya, well..." Dexter started with but was cut off by a hand to the face when Leah remembered what she wanted to talk about.

"Have you seen that super blond guy at the Slytherin table?" Leah asked; hand still in Dexter's face.

"Oh, like really, really pale? Yeah I've seen him. His name is Draco Malfoy. He is hot." Lizzy said her voice dropping in pitch, chin tucked, eyebrows wiggling and an eerie smile sneaking on her face, her 'naughty' smile coming into place.

"Oh puh-lease. That douche. He acts like he is a king that should be worshipped or something." Dexter said, showing his immediate dislike to the Brit.

"You don't like him just because he's hotter than you." Leah said in a smart alec-y way.

Dexter scoffed, "Really, that's not it. If you must know he is a snob who thinks he deserves people bowing at his feet, and doesn't comprehend the fact that half-bloods and muggleborns can be better at something than him."

"Wow, that's borderline racism," Lizzy remarked, "but still that doesn't change the fact that he is hot."

"Well, whatever. Let's go try to make friends with European strangers." Leah said to her companion, and with that they left the table to go back to the Gryffindor one.

As soon as Pierre confirmed that the girls were back at the Gryffindor table he faced Dexter with a knowing smirk. "So when are you gonna tell her you like her?"

"What are you talking about? I don't like Leah if that is what you are implying. Who would like a girl like her?" He stated, his voice starting off strong then fading off as he got to the last sentence, turning his head to look at the person of interest.

"Bullshit. You are so entranced by her. Just quit being in denial." Pierre said bluntly, enunciating the bull-shit.