I was too excited to write another chapter for this so here you go!

Chapter Quote:
"I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle, mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out."
~Seamus Finnigan


Chapter 2

Ziva

July 15, 1995, Diagon Alley…

Ziva stepped out of Florish and Blotts bookstore, her bag full of new books. She pulled one out, The Tales of Beedle the Bard, and while walking down the street, started reading. Her mind shut off everyone, everything around her. While being conscious of making sure she didn't run into anything, she was also unaware of where exactly her feet were taking her. It was only when a foul stench reached her nose that she looked up. Ziva snapped her book shut as she did a full circle to determine where she was. This alley was unfamiliar to her. It was dark, filthy, and dank. Witches and wizards, many dirty themselves, milled lethargically about, some glaring at her suspiciously, others with a malevolent curiosity.

"Lost are you my darling?" A man asked, approaching her. He towered over Ziva; he had a bulbous nose, beady grey eyes, and a one-tooth smile. Discreetly reaching for her wand inside her robes, she replied, "No sir, just took a wrong turn. Thank you though."

She was silently cursing herself as she backed away from him; he followed.

"Allow me to show you the way out, love," he grunted.

"I'm fine thank you. Now if you'd please stop following me, I'd appreciate it," Ziva retorted. She was trying to control her temper but it wasn't working well. He started reaching for her. She was about to swat his arm away but she was pulled back behind someone.

"You heard the lady. She said stop following her, and that also means stop trying to touch her. Leave us you filthy wizard," the boy ordered. The older, much taller wizard miraculously obeyed. In fact, all the witches and wizards in the alley moved out of the way as the boy grabbed Ziva's hand and dragged her out of the alley.

"What were you doing down Knockturn Alley? Do you know how bloody dangerous it could be if you don't know how to handle yourself and others?" the boy demanded. Ziva quickly regained her posture after she realized who she was talking to.

"I'm sorry, Draco, I was reading and not really watching where I was going," she replied.

"How can you read and walk at the same time?" he looked at her dubiously.

"When you're a reading fanatic like me, it becomes possible. Thank you for helping me back there; I really appreciate it." She offered him a smile.

"You're welcome. Where you headed to?"

"I'm supposed to meet some friends at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor in an hour but I came early to get new books to read and to look around Diagon Alley."

"I'll join you," Malfoy offered, starting to walk with her. Ziva didn't question him. To be honest, she'd wanted to speak with him again since the night of the Yule Ball but she had never gotten a chance. She found Draco quite handsome; puberty had certainly treated him well. He had been quite adorable when he was younger. Second year he had turned very handsome. Now he was just a stud. She liked that he was taller than her too.

"Do I know these friends of yours?" Draco inquired.

"No offense, but only if you've picked on them. They're Gryffindors as well. Jade Carter and Elliot Toadbottom are their names. Elliot's nickname is Ellie. What about you? What are you doing here and what were you doing in Knockturn Alley?"

At the question, a deep blush appeared on Draco's face. His expression was embarrassment. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I was following you. I didn't know it was you and I didn't want to call out your name in case I was wrong so I was going to wait until you turned around. When you turned down Knockturn Alley, I recognized you and I went after you. I didn't realize you were reading but you obviously didn't hear me call out your name. And I came here to pick up some money from the bank."

"Sorry. I go into my own little world when I'm reading. It takes my friends about ten minutes just to get me to look up from a book. Then they have to repeat everything they said. It annoys them so much," Ziva explained with a laugh. "Let's go into Twilfitt and Tattings. I want to see if they have any new clothing or accessories."

"What is it with women and clothing?"

"We like to look good! Even if that doesn't always work out," she joked. That earned her a laugh from her companion. They entered the store. It was nearly empty save for the owner of the shop and one or two shoppers; neither Draco nor Ziva knew them. She headed straight over for the sweater section and immediately pulled out a blue and white striped one. "I'm going to try this on. I'll be right back."

She saw Draco smile as she turned around and went to a dressing room. In two minutes, she was back out, looking at herself in the sweater in a mirror.

"You look quite dashing in that, you know," Malfoy complimented, leaning against the mirror and looking at her. Ziva felt quite self-conscious as he did so.

"I think I'm going to get it," she decided. She went back into the dressing room, switched into her own shirt, then went back out to the store, sweater in hand. Before going to the check-out counter, Ziva stopped to look at what accessories were available. There weren't many of interest to her except for a gold heart locket. However, when she looked at the price tag, she immediately put it back.

"Didn't like it after all?" Draco queried drolly, looking at the necklace she had just put back.

"No! I love it! It's just that it's way too expensive for what it is. Thirty galleons for a simple necklace. It's absurd."

He didn't argue with her and after she paid for her new item, left the store.

"Where to now?" he inquired, looking around.

"Well, my friends will be here soon so I guess I should head on over to the ice cream parlor. I'd say you could come but Jade and Ellie might set you on fire…" Ziva admitted sheepishly.

"I'll walk with you that way and then when we get closer, I'll just drift away. How does that sound?"

"I think it's doable." The two once again walked down the street.

"Out of curiosity, are we going to keep talking or are we just going to do what happened last year? Meaning are we going to have one conversation and not talk for the rest of the year?" Malfoy questioned. He seemed almost shy when he said it. Ziva found it cute.

"Well that's up to you. You risk your reputation by seeing me."

"We could sneak around. You're the least annoying Gryffindor I've ever met you know."

"Are you saying I'm annoying?" Ziva demanded indignantly.

He held his hands up. "All Gryffindors are annoying to me but if it helps, you're much more pleasurable to talk to than half of my own house."

"Uh huh," she mumbled.

"What are you doing next week?" Draco asked.

Looking up at him, she answered, "Nothing that I know of. Why?"

"I was thinking we could go to London. Even if it is a Muggle word, it's still quite fun to go to. What do you say?"

Ziva was shocked. She couldn't tell if he was being serious of if he was pulling some mean prank on her. "Uh, what day?"

"Will Monday be all right? I'll meet you in front of Buckingham Palace at noon, how about that?"

"I'll let you know. I'll send you an owl by tomorrow afternoon. If you haven't heard from me by then, assume I can't go."

"Deal. Goodbye Ziva," Draco said, heading off. Ziva watched him go, pleased with herself. She was… friends? Did friends even suffice to explain what their relationship was? Could she even call him a friend? Ziva knew that if he had to choose to save his reputation or be friends with her, he'd definitely choose his reputation. Of course, if she had to choose him of hers, she'd choose the reputation right now. But what about later? What if their friendship progressed to a deeper level? Then what would happen?

"Do you think someone cast Petrificus Totalus on her?" Elliot's voice queried quietly.

"Probably that blasted Malfoy," Jade's voice answered. "I'd liked to Petrificus Totalus him and then beat him bloody. Thinks he's so much better than everyone else."

"Are you two done?" Ziva interrupted.

"She's alive!" Ellie cried out dramatically.

"Oh shut up," Ziva snapped lightly, looking at her two friends. They both stood there grinning goofily. Jade was a naturally tan-skinned, dark-eyed girl. No one knew what her natural hair color was because she was a Metamorphmagus, meaning she could change her hair color. It was usually a dark blue, but sometimes, depending on her mood, it would change against her will. For example, it usually turned pink whenever she was talking to a guy she liked. Jade also had this obsession with keeping her nails painted. She would freak out if they weren't. Right now, she was in love with having them a metallic purple color. And speaking of freaking out, she also had Demophobia, or a fear of large crowds. She'd have panic attacks in them; Jade handled them better if she was with friends but if she was alone, she'd freak out and the result usually ended in an object being blown up or someone getting an Incendio spell in the buttocks. They really jumped high when that happened and even though Ziva had seen it happened and she always felt bad for the person, she still found their reaction hilarious. Jade was also a fourth year at Hogwarts, being an average student. She was fantastic at Transfiguration. In fact, she was so advanced in it that she had already turned a person (a Slytherin student, sixth year) into a pig. Jade turned them back and told the kid if they ever teased her again, she'd find them and make sure they stayed a pig. Needless to say, she was never caught. However, Jade was horrible at potions. Many of her brews ended up exploding. It was comical unless you were standing next to her.

Elliot, affectionately called Ellie by her friends, was a blazing redhead with blue eyes and a temper. She was also a fourth year at Hogwarts. Ellie was fantastic at Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions. However, when it came to A History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts, her awesomeness slackened significantly. Last time she tried the Stupefy spell, it backfired on her and she was stunned for a good ten minutes before she could even sit up. Jade and Ziva, like the good best friends they were, laughed at her before helping her up. Similarly to Ziva, she was a perfectionist, to the point of having OCD. Her bed was always perfectly made in the morning no matter how much time Elliot had. Ziva wasn't so paranoid about her bed though. But Elliot's stuff was always organized, hardly ever a speck of dust on anything she owned. Also, inexplicably, she was always very itchy. No one knew if it was some type of medical condition or if she just had an unbreakable habit of itching all over but they didn't ask for fear of being jinxed. Elliot tended to act before she thought it through. She was the only girl of the trio to earn detentions. Jade had been able to avoid it. Ziva had just never done anything to deserve one.

"What was going on in that little blonde head of yours?" Jade tapped the top of Ziva's head.

"Nothing you need to know about; come on, let's go get some ice cream!" Ziva encouraged, heading off. Her two friends followed her to the ice cream parlor where they each got the largest they could.

"So what's they agenda for the day?" Ellie asked, scooping a massive amount of ice cream into her mouth. Ziva knew what would happen next.

Sure enough, Elliot started banging the counter with her fists from brain-freeze.

"Is she okay?" A boy asked. The girls turned their heads to find Seamus Finnigan, Neville Longbottom, and Dean Thomas standing there. Dean towered above all of them. He'd really gone through a growth spurt although Neville wasn't far behind him.

"Honestly Neville, does she look all right?" Jade said in amusement. At the name Neville, Elliot swallowed her ice cream with an accompanying fall out of her chair. Neville immediately went to help her up but she shouted, "I'm fine! I got it!"

Neville backed up as she stood. Ziva tried not to laugh, along with Jade, but giggles escaped from their mouths. Ellie stuck her tongue out at them. Ziva wasn't sure why Elliot didn't let Neville help her up; Ellie was practically in love with him. Only Jade and Ziva knew though because all the other girls in Gryffindor thought he was a buffoon, no matter how much Elliot defended him. Jade had an infatuation with Seamus ever since he asked her to dance with him at the Yule Ball last year. Her crush on him was rather obvious (especially with her hair turning pink) and either he was just really oblivious or he didn't feel the same way and didn't acknowledge it. Ziva hoped it was the former reason.

"What are you boys doing here?" Jade inquired, her hair turning hot pink.

"Coming to look at the stores, see if they have any new stuff available that we might be able to have some fun with. Want to join?" Dean said. Naturally, Jade and Elliot agreed. Ziva joined in once she realized unless she went with them, she'd be all alone.

"I'll meet you guys out there. I need the restroom," Ziva told them. The group nodded and headed out. She paid Mr. Fortescue for the ice cream before heading to the restroom. She fixed her hair, made sure her makeup still looked good, and then went outside where her group was confronting some Slytherins.

"You filthy little Mudblood," Goyle spat at Elliot.

"Want me to turn you into a hog? Like I turned that sixth year Slytherin into one?" Jade threatened, pulling out her wand.

"Fight your own battles you freak of nature," he snapped at her. Jade pointed her wand at him.

"I think I'll turn you into a toad," she mused cheerfully. That was it. Ziva walked over to them and standing up to Crabbe and Goyle, even though both of them were about half a foot taller than her, ordered, "Get out of here. We're not here to cause trouble."

"Who made you boss, Herondale?" another guy growled. She turned her attention to a black guy that she recognized as Blaise Zabini. She didn't like him. In fact, the only Slytherin she liked was Malfoy.

"The fact that the only reason you guys have semi-respect for me is because of my last name. Now get a move on."

"You heard her boys. Leave them alone. We have better things to be doing than mingling with these pathetic people," Malfoy commented as he swaggered over to them. He made eye contact with Ziva, silently saying he wasn't including her in the "pathetic people" line.

"But Malfoy-" Crabbe began.

"You heard me. Let's go. We have other matters to take care of."

"Yeah, listen to the prick. Why don't you all just sod off?" Seamus said sarcastically.

"Who asked for your opinion Finnigan?" Malfoy growled, glaring at the halfblood.

"Leave, Malfoy. Your business is done here," Ziva interrupted. He looked down at her (since he was taller than her as well).

"Right. Come along boys." Draco walked off with the rest of his crew following, but not before giving the Gryffindors malicious stares.

"Stay away from us you bloody Death Eaters," Neville muttered.

"You're cute when you're angry," Ellie complimented, making Neville blush.

"Thanks…"

"Come on guys! Let's stop dawdling and go see what fun we can find!" Seamus whined, becoming impatient with the waiting. Everyone agreed and they went off. The trip, except for when Neville tripped and brought down a shelf of books, was uneventful. The boys said bye to the girls and went home. Jade, Ellie, and Ziva went to the Tube and caught a train to the outskirts of London where their houses were. The girls' houses were just a few blocks down from each other which turned out to be very convenient for them when they wanted to get together.

The girls said bye to each other, making a date for the week of August twentieth to go get their school supplies. Ziva entered her house where she was greeted by her parents. They were cooking in the kitchen and it smelled delightful.

"Hello Ziva, did you have a good time?" Mrs. Herondale asked.

"Oh, yes, it was very good. What's for dinner?"

"Beef Wellington but that's only if your father doesn't burn the house down."

"I got this!" Ziva's father exclaimed. The two women laughed.

"Go upstairs and get ready for dinner. It'll be ready shortly," her mum told her. Ziva padded quietly upstairs to her room. It was painted a pale yellow with red accents all over. She loved it. Ironically, she had had the room painted like this before she was even accepted into Gryffindor house. The yellow wasn't the exact color of the Hogwarts house but the theme was still red and yellow and that's what mattered to her. Her Great-Horned owl, named Thor, was sitting in his cage, the door open. Against her parents' wishes, she kept the cage door open so Thor would be able to fly about her room and stretch his wings. Before washing up for dinner, Ziva sat down at her desk and began to write a short note. Thor flew out of his cage and perched on her shoulder, eager for a flight. The note was simple, saying: "I'll see you Monday at noon."

She attached it to her owl, told him where to go, and then watched as he flew out of her window to his set destination.

What was she getting herself into?


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