Chapter 3:
Draco Malfoy
The Slytherin common room was freezing. The drab, slimy bricks on the walls made Zeta feel she was in a prison. Everywhere were symbols of snakes. Collunms that looked like they were holding the place up had blood-red ruby snake eyes at the top. Something was very eerie about this place. When Draco lit the fire, it only seemed to get colder, if possible.
"Well," he said, plopping down in one of the leather armchairs, "Anyone who agree's with Dumbledore's rules?" No one spoke, and a fear was felt in the room. A fear of saying something that would upset Malfoy.
"Neither do I..." He looked into the fire, "So we throw out the boys in girl's dormitories rule, that's permitted." His eyes flashed in Zeta's direction and she felt ready to punch him. "And because I am Head Boy along with that mudblood Granger." He spat out his words, "I will be doing a check of each dormitory." He stood up, and looked around, "Every week, to see what you are all hiding." He smiled evilly, and looked at Zeta.
"Oh!" He said in fake surprise, "I forgot about our newest member. The infamous Slytherin, who hates Slytherin, Zeta Arwin." He looked coldly at her. She shot him the same look, as ice flowed through her vains. "Make her feel at home will you?" He chuckled to himself. "That's all, you can go." Everyone slowly left, and Zeta turned to leave, not knowing who to follow. Suddenly someone grabbed her shoulder.
"Arwin." Zeta turned around, narrowing her eyes. The common room was now empty with the exception of the two. Draco looked at her.
"Draco, how nice to see you again." She told him coldly.
"Oh, cut out the attitude." He said in a bored tone, sitting down once again in chair, "You know that's not how you feel. Secretly you wanted to be in Slytherin." He took out his wand, waved it, making a butterbeer appear in his hand. "You knew that Slytherin's live on the wild side, and being noble all the time is a bore."
"Exactly Draco, how did you know?" Zeta asked in sarcasm.
"Don't play Arwin." He hissed at her, still staring into the fire. "This is who you are, and what you are bound to be, forever."
"Which is why, Draco, I am loving every minute of standing here with you? Is that it? Secretly I'm loving the fact that you are talking to me, giving me attention?"
"Hey," He said with a laugh, "You said it."
"You disgust me." Zeta shot back at him coldly, and began to walk away.
"No I don't!" He yelled back, making Zeta boil with anger, as she walked up the girls dormitory stairs.
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Zeta's first night in the Slytherin, was one of the worst nights of her life. It was even worse than Draco Malfoy, if possible. She knew it would be bad of course, but not that bad. Walking into her dormitory, she was treated badly off the bat. A girl named Pansy Parkinson began to rant on her for being a Slytherin-hater.
"You are a Slytherin!" She began to say, "And you hate Slytherin, you shouldn't be one then." Well that took alot of intelligence to say.
Zeta did not say anything, too tired, and sick to argue.
"And you have nothing to say for yourself? You sick, annoying, mudblood." That got to Zeta.
"And what are you?" She shot back, "A prissy, ugly, pureblood who probably has laid enough guys to get you in the hall of fame."
Pansy looked completley surprised, Zeta smirked to herself, closing the curtains on the four-poster bed.
"Why don't you say that to my face?" She asked, as Zeta could tell she was trying her hardest to think of a comeback. Zeta opened her curtain a little.
"I just did." She said shortly and closed the curtain again. She then got ready for bed.
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Zeta awoke with a start. She looked around and noticed someone sitting on her bed. She quickly felt outside her curtain for her wand sitting on the bedside table. It wasn't there.
"Lumos." She heard someone say, and a light shown on Draco Malfoy's face, as he held her wand.
"You know." He said in a light whisper that made Zeta's stomach do a flip, either in anger or something else, "You honestly shouldn't leave your wand just sitting around. What with Voldermort on the loose, he could take you wand, and just kill you with it."
"Draco Malfoy, get out of here right now." Zeta shouted, but he put a hand over her mouth.
"Would you like to get the both of us in trouble? I could tell the entire school you told me to come up, and break Dumbledore's rules, just so you could..." He left his sentence to sink in. Zeta wanted to scream. "Who will they believe, Draco Malfoy, or the new girl." He took his hand off, and Zeta said nothing.
"Too easy." He said with a laugh, and Zeta suddenly thought of her conversation with Ron and Harry the day before.
"I am not easy Malfoy." She hissed at him, her mind exploding with emotion.
"You aren't?" He asked.
"Not at all." She raised her hand, in attempt to slap him. He grabbed it.
"Don't try it Arwin. You know me, I can tell you are enjoying this." He still held her hand, and began to look at it, he noticed Zeta's ring. He took it off, and let go of her hand.
"Draco give it back to me." She told him, nervousness in her voice.
"No." He told her shortly, still looking at her ring.
"Draco Malfoy if you do not give it back, I will scream that you were the one who came here first." She was still nervous, she needed that ring.
He finally looked at her and laughed.
"I already told you Arwin, no." He put it on, and Zeta wanted to explode. He had no right to do that.
"What is this anyway, Arwin?" He asked, looking at it on his hand.
"I do not need to tell you." She hissed at him, giving him an icy look. "All you need to know, is that I need it back."
"Why?" He asked, finally looking at her.
Zeta quickly grabbed his hand, and held onto his wrist. He tried to get out of her grip but couldn't.
"Arwin, let go." He told her, still trying to get loose from her grip, he seemed to be in more pain than Zeta was inflicting. His eyes pleaded. She suddenly let go, utterly confused, as he stood up, rubbing his wrist. She noticed a mark on it.
"This never happened." He told her, and walked out.
"DRACO!" She yelled, but he did not come back. "Give me my ring..." She said to herself, and grabbed her wand off the bed. She laid back down, and fell back asleep, tears falling onto her pillow.
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Zeta awoke the next morning, and suddenly remembered the night before. She looked on her hand, her ring was still gone. She wanted to kill Draco Malfoy, and if she couldn't do that, the least she was allowed to do was to slap him. The way he acted like she was in love with him, the way he would not leave her alone made her want to throw him off a cliff. All he wanted to do was to get to her, and manipulate her, and then leave, laughing as he did. He was a sick, perverted, pig, who had stolen her most important thing, her father's ring.
She got out of bed, and angrily changed into her robes. The Slytherin symbol that was stuck to them, made her want to burn it. She was not a Slytherin, Draco Malfoy was, and she was nothing like him. There was no good thing to being in that house, and the thing she hated most was Draco's belief he had almighty power. He was terrible.
Walking down the stairs, she spotted Malfoy. He looked at her, waved with the hand the ring was on, smirked, and walked away. She wanted to scream at him, but did not know a way of explaining herself to the rest of the common room, who already hated her. She watched him leave, her blood boiling. Throwing her bag over her shoulder angrily, she walked out of the room, pounding the floor with every foot step.