I sat at the Slytherin table, by Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy seated much farther down. I looked up and saw Thayer with the first years, awaiting placement into a house. I looked around to see many eyes had wandered toward her, some curious as to why a girl so much older was with them, others simply admiring the view. She bit her lip nervously and tucked hair behind her ear as she looked down at the ground, then she looked up and allowed her eyes to scan the room until they met mine. She smiled, shyly and mouthed 'hi' to me, I mouthed 'hi' back and couldn't help but smile. What is wrong with me?

I watched as Professor McGonagall called the names of the first years and the hat placed them into houses, by the end I lost count of how many Slytherin's we got, all I cared about was the person coming up last.

"Ross, Thayer." I watched her walk up to the sorting hat, biting her lip nervously as the hat was placed on her head. The room was completely silent, so quiet you could hear everything the hat said.

"Hmm, interesting. Haven't sat on a head this old in a long time.. pureblood I see.. loads of potential.. your ancestors were close friends of Salazar Slytherin I see.. yes, Slytherin would do you great.. difficult.. close with Godric Gryffindor too I see.. courageous.. brave.. .hmm.. loyal.. very loyal..hmmm.. I know.. Gryffindor!"

I'm fucked.

She slid off the stool as the Gryffindor table cheered, and caught my eye as she took her seat and looked at me, her eyes slightly dejected.

I watched her as she sat by Finnigan, who practically drooled at the sight of her. She smiled at him, in a way that made me almost angry, and shook his hand. I saw his face turn completely red as they touched; my fingers itched for my wand.

I forced my eyes away from her, and focused on the table in front of me, levitating my spoon and ignoring Dumbledore's speech.

When the feast ended I watched her leave the Gryffindor table, a tall boy with brown hair from the seventh year smiling goofily at her. On the way out she turned her head slightly and found my eyes, she smiled shyly and waved at me with a small wiggle of her dainty fingers. But I didn't smile back, the seventh year boy was grabbing her around the waist and pulling her toward Gryffindor tower, I glared at his hand and turned swiftly, following the Slytherin's, but not before I saw the dejectedness etched on her face.

Potions was once a favourite subject of mine, being that I was Snape's favourite. I didn't have to work hard, the Outstanding's came easily. Slughorn however was a completely different story, though this year grades were the least of my worries, as I had bigger plans, I still enjoyed being praised.

Of course to make matters worse we shared the class with the Gryffindor's, and while I hated Harry Potter and his band of idiots, I had to admit he had more tact than the others, which means he wasn't reduced to a blithering idiot when talking to Thayer.

"Harry, have you met the new girl yet?" Granger asked.

"Can't say I have, no." he replied, uninterested. Weasel leaned over and said something in his ear, which made Potter roll his eyes and shake his head.

"Well since you both are so unbelievably rude, I'm going to go introduce myself." She stalked off and went right up to Thayer and shook her hand, she smiled back politely and said something, though I couldn't hear her. They giggled together the way girls do, and I realised I'd likely never speak to her again. Granger led her over to her idiot friends, where I was now in ear shot and tried to be more discreet with my listening.

"Thayer this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," she said gesturing to each and grinning. Weasley went red and Potter's eyes widened, perhaps this was the first time they'd seen her up close? It was rather disarming.

"N-nice to meet you," Weasley muttered reaching out his hand and almost knocking over bottles already on the table. Thayer pursed her mouth in a smile to keep from laughing and shook his hand.

"Pleasure," she grinned, dimples and all and I swear Weasley almost fainted. Class went on and Granger raised her hand erratically almost the entire time, and earned a hefty amount of house points that I couldn't care less about. Slughorn left us with an assignment and a prize in mind, that had us all itching to do our best, good luck would certainly come in handy on my quest to please the Dark Lord.

We all took to our stations and I got to work, about to open my book when,

"Hello again," her voice said beside me. I turned to see that it was indeed Thayer, putting her books down at the station beside mine and opening her book, offering me a small smile. "I'm sorry, all the other stations were full." I look around to notice there actually was an one open space at the far end of the room, where most of the Gryffindor's were, yet she had wandered off to the portion the Slytherin's had claimed.

"I'm rather sad that I wasn't placed in Slytherin," she said quietly. I looked up quickly at her, shocked. "I didn't realize the houses were such a big deal, or I would have tried and thought of what I wanted so the sorting hat would know." she shrugged, and shook her head a little. "Everyone is so competitive, 'My house is the best!', 'No mine is!', Lord, who cares? We all go to the same school." I just stared at her, at a loss for words. She got quiet, right down to tiny breaths. "You don't want to be friends, do you?" she looked down at the table, "Now that I'm a Gryffindor?" I opened my mouth but she cut me off, her eyes hurt and slightly angry. "It's not my fault this school divides us all, I didn't ask for it and I think it's real rotten of you to judge me based on something I can't control."

"Slytherin's and Gryffindor's don't get along; they hate each other more than any of the other houses. That's just how it is." I told her firmly.

"We're in the sixth year, in a couple of years it won't matter who was in which house, this'll all be in the past." She took a step toward me and I froze. "So why can't we just be friends because we want to be, just me and you, not our houses." She rolled her eyes playfully, "I'm not the type of person who's after trying to create world peace, I don't care if everyone else hates each other, we don't have to if we choose it." she leaned in, and I could smell her, vanilla and flowers and something else completely intoxicating that was just one hundred percent her. "And I know you don't hate me Draco." She smirked knowingly and I realized I was staring at her, mouth agape. She looked over her shoulder at Professor Slughorn, then back at me. "Go ask to use the lavatory; I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes."

"What? W-"

"Just go." Curious and being the vain person that I am, I can't deny her pretty face.

I wait and within almost exactly two minutes she's there, in front of me.

"Why are we h-" she walked toward me and silenced me with her tiny hand. Her eyes were wicked; she released my mouth and covered it with her own. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and her hands fisted in my hair. She was warm, firm and oh so delicious. She broke her kiss and traveled her lips up my jaw to the shell of my ear.

"Don't overthink," she whispered. Then, something clicked, and I grabbed her forcefully, grabbing handfuls of her rear and hoisting her up, snaking her legs around me. I walked her back onto a sink, and she wrapped her legs tighter around me, grinding as she licked and nipped my jaw. My hands roamed her chest, squeezing every glorious mound of flesh as they wandered beneath her robes.

I groaned at the sight of the smooth skin of her newly exposed thigh. I felt her grin against my neck and lift her head, "See something you like?" she asked mischievously.

"No, Miss. Ross, not particularly." A cold voice said from the doorway. I groaned again, in annoyance this time, as Thayer unhooked her legs from my waist and pulled the skirt of her robes back in place. And though her cheeks tinged pink she gave no other sign of embarrassment, continuing to sit on the sink with her legs on either side of me.

"I expected more of you Mr. Malfoy," said Snape, with slight boredom and disregard.

"My apologies, Professor." I sneered, annoyed for being interrupted, by Snape of all people.

"Ten points from Slytherin and ten from Gryffindor, for misuse of school time and general unpleasantness." He jerked his head toward the doors and motioned for us to leave, "Back to potions, I'm sure Professor Slughorn is missing you." He added the last sarcastically as he turned to leave.

Thayer hopped down from the sink, smoothing down her hair and fidgeting with her robes. I watched her look at Snape unabashed, shoot him a sly grin and say, "Pleasure to meet you Professor," with a nod of her head, before walking gracefully down the hall, fingers rapped around my bicep.

And she didn't say anything else. Nothing. Her hand never left my arm, until we reached the classroom, where she ushered me in ahead of her.

She waited a few moments before coming in behind me, and starting her work on her potions, as though nothing had happened.

Class reached its end and Thayer, ever the enigma, packed up her things and wandered over to Granger, who eagerly walked with her out of class, leaving a confused Weasel and an unnoticing Potter behind.

"Where'd Hermione go?" Potter asked, stuffing away a ratty book.

"Off with that Thayer girl." He muttered, looking confused, even for Weasley.

"Do you reckon she's part veela or something?" Potter asked curiously, "I mean, I know she's got dark hair and all that, but maybe an eighth or something?"

"Nah mate, she's a Ross. One of the oldest wizarding families there is, her dad works for the ministry. Dad's mentioned him a couple times, nice bloke he says."

"What department does he work for?"

"I don't remember, but I reckon it must be a pretty cozy one if it could move their family cross countries." And that was the last I heard before they walked from the room.

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