Hari sat down with Ronnie and Hermes, still unsure of what to say.

"So who was that girl who talked to me?" She asked, and Hermes appeared to understand immediately that she was referring to the weird blonde Slytherin. "Oh, her?" He asked irritably. "You're better off not dwelling on her too much."

"So, do you know who she was?" Hari asked. Hermes just scoffed and ran a brown hand through his bushy hair.

Ronnie stopped inhaling her food and looked up. "Listen, Hari, I feel like you're still confused about this stuff, so I'll tell you." She set down a chicken drumstick that had been the size of her head, but was now reduced to a pile of bones. "That there is Gretel Goyle. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet. Hermes sits next to her in Charms."

"She asked me what the spell for 'Aguamenti' was," Hermes muttered.

Ronnie nodded and continued. "That little one, that's Vivian Crabbe."

"She's totally rich because her dad invented Floo powder," Hermes muttered bitterly.

"Yeah, she's nasty, but watch out for Gretel- she is in everybody's business. She knows everything about everyone. That's why her wand is so long. It's full of secrets."

"Wands don't work like that," Hermes raised an eyebrow. Ronnie ignored her and continued, finally nodding at the blonde Slytherin.

"And evil takes a human form in Dragomira Mélusine Mordiford Malfoy. Don't get me wrong, she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing pretty faced snake, but in reality, she's so much more than that," Ronnie added.

"She's the alpha bitch, the prima bella donna. Those other two are just her little workers," Hermes remarked dully.

Hari stared over at Dragomira. She looked harmless for a few moments, until she smirked and waved over at her. Hari flushed and looked back down at her food. "She seems pleasant."

"Yeah, my sisters can confirm that for you," Ronnie muttered. After a few moments, however, she decided that maybe Hari would like her to change the subject. "By the way, what is Hari short for?"

Hari snorted. "My personal theory was likely Harita, Harithi, Haritha, Haritima, Harishma, one of the bunch of names that all mean green. My uncle and aunt refused to tell me because they hated me, all they would ever do is say "Your mother was a dirty, ugly woman who couldn't hold down a job." Aunt Veronica hates the fact that I have dark skin like Mom, and Uncle Peter hates the fact that I have his brother's green eyes, so I figured it had to be Indian and short for something like that."

"I see," Ronnie muttered. "Sorry about that..."

"It's my life," Hari replied dully. "Though I talked to Dumbledore and all I got was "Hari, your name is not your wand. You are the only one who can choose it, not the other way around.""

"Wow, that is so deep, girl," Ronnie spoke, spraying rice. Hermes wrinkled his nose with mild disgust and neatly wiped his mouth, then put his napkin back into its ring.

"Yeah, but I wasn't satisfied with that cryptic response so I made them take out my birth certificated and it said Harinaksi, or "doe-eyed." I asked why, and got an answer that went something like "You know, your father's Patronus was a doe" so I figured it was because my father had the green eyes. So in the end, yes, I am named after my eyes." She slumped over. "As if enough people didn't already tell me about them all day. Oh, how unusual! I don't see many brown skinned people with bright green eyes like that! I swear, Snape gives me the creeps when he stares at them like that."

"Well, yeah, Snape gives everyone the creeps," Ronnie replied. Hermes looked around panicked, as if he expected Snape to be standing directly behind them somehow. Hari laughed.

Dragomira seemed to look up and notice Hari laughing. Frowning, she sauntered over, with Pandarus Parkinson, Gretel Goyle and Vivian Crabbe following her.

"Hi loser," Dragomira smiled brightly at Hari.

"Hi," Hari replied.

"Enjoying your treacle tart?" She pursed her lips. "I hope nobody added any nasty poison to it?"

"So far, no," Hari replied.

"Oh, that's good to know. Well, I suppose we should be off," she smirked, "wouldn't want to be caught in a sticky situation, I'm afraid."

With that, she turned around and flounced off, her skirt swinging.

Hari raised an eyebrow and decided to stand up to go to the lavatory. However, as she tried to, her skirt fell off, leaving her in boyshorts. Hari froze in the middle of the process of standing.

Ronnie and Hermes looked at her with mild concern. Fortunately, as she hadn't tried to stand up quickly, she hadn't flashed her underwear for all to see, but she still sat back down self-consciously. Smiling nervously at Hermes and Ronnie with a "no problems here I got this" face, she yanked at the edge of her skirt.

It refused to come off the chair.

Hari took a deep breath. Malfoy had used a Sticking Charm on her skirt.

No, a Permanent Sticking Charm.

Morgana Le Fay, she was going to pay.


"And how are you doing, Potter?" Malfoy smirked, sauntering into the room.

"Leave her alone, you evil snake!" Ronnie screeched.

Malfoy only laughed. "Oh, come off it Weasley. It was just a little joke."

"It was not a joke, and if it was, that was a mean one," Ronnie growled.

"Oh please. Why are you so obsessed with me, Weasley? Are you jealous just cause your family couldn't even afford a square foot of my mother's property holdings?" Malfoy taunted.

Ronnie seethed, but Hari calmly put her arm in front of her and walked up. Malfoy blinked as she approached her, getting closer and closer, but only smirked when their faces were within inches of each other.

"Oh, do you have any complaints, Potty?" She asked mockingly. "After all, you seem to have gotten off just fine. Nothing you couldn't handle, right? You are a big girl, after all? Or...did you have to make Granger charm those pathetic rags to cover you up? Or...did those come from his personal wardrobe?" Crabbe and Goyle laughed and Pandarus snickered, congratulating her on the burn. Hermes looked as if he'd rather be anywhere else right now. Ronnie was just about ready to kill and claim self-defense.

Hari just smiled and replied "If you really wanted me to take off my skirt, you could have just asked, Malfoy."

Ronnie and Hermes froze. Hari only laughed lightly. She was used to this. She had grown used to dealing with Veronica Dursley's racist and homophobic remarks - this was no biggie compared to that.

"I - I - what the hell? You - I'm not-" Malfoy spluttered.

Hari laughed and winked, blowing her a kiss. "See you later, Dragomira. Oh, and..." She grabbed both Ronnie and Hermes and held them close to her in a meaningful manner, "I can get into the pants of whoever I want to, thanks."

Malfoy froze, her mouth wide open, and Hari laughed, nudging Ronnie and Hermes away. "Come on, guys. We have places to be."

Yeah, she could deal with them, alright. Nothing that Harinaksi Potdar wasn't ready to face.

As she walked away, Malfoy watched her sashay in those weird Muggle trouser things, which oddly enough fit her despite how plebian and boring and poor they obviously were. Malfoy gritted her teeth.