... And what does she know?!?!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling still owns Harry Potter and I still own nothing :(

This chapter starts much later on, after school starts at Hogwarts.

ps bear with me, i am taking liberties with the plot line

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Draco

Draco sat in Potions, doodling absent mindedly on a piece of parchment. Pansy was taking notes for him. His gaze wandered around the room and came to rest on a girl sitting across the room from him. She had pale skin, pale pink lips, and dark eyes. Draco sat straight up. It was the girl from the muggle field. He stared at her, picking apart her appearance. No, it wasn't her, the dark hair was straight, and cut to just longer than shoulder length. Then again it wasn't illegal to get a haircut, he thought. But he'd seen this girl before, she was one of Pansy's friends, how could he of not recognized her? It must of been the hair, she must wear it differently for school. He thought of the long curling hair, then the mystery girl. Pansy's friends stared at him frequently, but rarely spoke to him. The girl across the room was definitely one of them now that Draco recalled from his memory. She was one of the one who always was looking away when he was looking. The girl from the field had come right up to him. That could be Pansy's protectiveness, he supposed. Whenever Pansy wasn't immediately in his vicinity, he was generally swarmed with girls, when she was there it was kept to a dull roar. He'd have to ask Pansy about her, or maybe Blaise. His best mate would probably take the questions better than Pansy would, he knew that was for sure. He stared at the girls again. She was wearing Slytherin robes, how did he not know who she was? He needed to pay more attention that was a definite. He glanced up at Slughorn how was still chattering on about some charm diluter. Class would be over soon and he'd be able to talk to Blaise at Quidditch practice.

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"Huh?" Blaise glanced over at Draco as they got ready for Quidditch.

"I said, do you know a Slytherin girl, about yay high, with dark brown hair and pale skin.?"

"Oh wow Draco, really descriptive, do you know how many Slytherin girls look just like that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes at Draco's impatience.

"Does she have any classes with us?"

"Yeah, she has Potions with us. She sits next to Crabbe."

"So why didn't you just ask Crabbe?!" Blaise looked at him, exasperated.

"Crabbe's got dung for brains that's why."

Blaise shut his eyes, thinking momentarily.

"Her name begins with an H."

"That's it?"

"Hey, you didn't even know she existed."

"So?"

Blaise gave up.

"Let's go, or before we know it practice will be over."

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And so they went to practice, but all Draco could think of was the girl.

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Yes ? No? Tell me what you think! Review! I know I said I would get to the point soon, so it'll happen in the next chap or so, and if I have my way Malfoy might actually be heroic.

Just a little.