A/N- Hey everyone! I probably won't normally be updating this much, but I am really excited about this story! I just want to let you know that they are in their Sixth Year in this story! I suppose I did not make that clear before :P

I successfully managed to persuade the hat to place me in Slytherin, although it told me I was too good for the house. I was glad that Professor McGonagall picked me up from the train personally, and sorted me into a house without the rest of the school watching me. When she brought me to the Great Hall, I took a seat beside Blaise, but Draco made me sit between the two, so he could talk to me, even though dinner was practically over.

"Where have you been?" He whispered in my ear.

"Getting sorted. Where do you think?"

"I thought I told you to wait outside the compartment while I changed?"

"Maybe you should have just put on your robes, while you and Greengrass were getting clothed again." I winked. Blaise, who had been eavesdropping, laughed.

"And I thought I was the only one brave enough to talk to you like that." He grinned.

"Shut up, Blaise. At least I get some."

That was the moment Parkinson's decided to come talk to me, her eyes full of fear, as she gave a small bow. The three of us burst out laughing, as she blushed. "I am sorry for being mean to you, D'Armitz. I didn't know who you were." Then she quickly scurried away.

"You know, if you are really a Slytherin, you can have fun with that." Draco informed me.

"I won't though." I responded. Draco's eyebrows shot up.

"You have always been too nice for your own good, D'Armitz." He replied.

"How would you know?" Blaise wondered.

"This jackass was my best friend, from age's eight to eleven." I said.

"We were inseparable." Draco smiled at the memories.

"But then when he got here, I wrote to him once a week, for three months, until I got a letter that said something about him not wanting to be, and I do believe I quote, 'tied down'." I explained. "As if I, an eleven year old, would have wanted to go out with you. Even now, when I am seventeen."

"And yet I see you still remember what my letter said." His smile was mischievous.

"Yeah, haven't you ever wondered why when your mom came to visit me, after she returned to your house, you got in trouble?" I smirked.

"Because it still hurts, and you cry about it every night?" he smirked back.

"Aw, you are cute. Thinking I cared? Honey, maybe we didn't have boys going to the same school as us, but I still know the difference between the face of a Hag," I gestured to Draco. "And someone actually human looking."

"Aw, you are cute. You think I didn't notice you checking me out, when I first came into the compartment this morning." He grinned. I blushed. I can't believe he saw that.

"Bex, Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to you I think." Blaise said. Draco winced at the use of my name. I wrinkled my eyebrows, but the Headmaster had reached me already.

"Hello Miss D'Armitz. I just wanted to welcome you to our school. I know it is very difficult switching schools in the Wizarding world, but I am glad Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Zabini are showing good leadership, and welcoming you. Come with me, if you are finished eating, and I will show you to where your rooms will be. Your father wanted Mr. Malfoy to room near you, so Mr. Malfoy would you come too."

I nodded, interested to think this was another one of my father's enemies. He had too many.

He took us to a portrait on the third floor of an auburn haired woman holding the hand of a man with jet black hair and glasses. I felt like I had seen the man before.

"This is Lillian and James. If you ever feel like hearing a most endearing love story, I would suggest asking them." Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. "The password is Savior. Enjoy."

With that, the old man turned and left. I had the feeling that if I wanted to do something for my father, I would shoot the killing curse at him. I could have if I wanted to, but I didn't want to. That old man seemed like he was a most interesting character.

Draco was silently watching me, then finally said: "Are you going to go in? You are blocking the way."

I rolled my eyes, and entered the common room. It was spacious, and bright. Deep purple, and silver, like my room at home.

"They obviously decorated before they knew I was coming." Draco groaned.

"They obviously thought you were a girly man." I rolled my eyes, looking into the little study room. It was full of bookshelves, and had a big desk, where we could work together if we wanted, or we could be at separate ends. It followed the colour scheme from down the hall. Up the stairs, I accidently entered Draco's room first, which was green and silver, making me roll my eyes again. He might as well be my father.

Next to his room, was a bathroom we would have to share, that was white all white, although there were red towels and accessories. Finally I reached my room. It was lime green and white, with a big king sized bed in the middle of the room covered in a warm looking quilt, and pillows. There was a TV on one wall, and there were books well read on the other wall, with a walk in closet too. I just knew my father had had something to do with the decoration, considering the books were all mine from home.

A letter sat on the bed.

Dear Rebecca,

I hope your room is to your liking. I had a house elf do it just as I knew you would like it. I hope they were competent to do it as I wanted it to be. If a teacher comes in, it will look like they had wanted it to; house colours and a bore, but I thought you would be more at home like this. Tell the Malfoy boy if he wants his room re-done, he must only ask.

Your Father

It was the things like that which made me want to cry. How could that man be so… sweet to me, but so… well he was the Dark Lord to everyone else? It didn't seem right.

I took the letter, and pinned it on a board on the wall, then went into my closet to get some clothing for bed. When I came out of the bathroom, and went back into my room, Draco was looking at the letter I had just pinned.

"That's private." I growled.

"Hm?" He jumped. "Oh. Sorry, I just…" He rouged, and it was especially obvious on his pale cheeks, as it was with me.

"Just get out, Draco. It's been a long day." I said.

"D'Armitz, does everyone still call you Bex?" He asked.

"Just your Mom, and Blaise." I shrugged. Why did he care?

"Would it be all right if I did too?" he wondered. I stared at him for a moment, and then a memory hit me.

"Of course you can. You did, after all, give me the nickname." I noted.

"I didn't think you remembered." He was all he said, as he started to head for the door, but when he was about to leave, he turned to me again. "I'm sorry about the letter." He said.

I couldn't help but wonder whether he meant the one from all those years ago, or reading my father's letter, but I shut the door behind him, and crawled into my bed, hiding under the covers.

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