Alright third chapter already. I have a good feeling about this. I hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to my one reviewer MrsDarcy14. I'm so happy you like it so far. I'm sorry I haven't been putting more on but I've been trying to come up with better ideas. Art class would be so cool to take at Hogwarts. So yah this chapter is for you.

Warnings: nothing right now. Just someone being mean.

I don't own the books we all know that.

Tabby's afternoon classes were just as boring as her morning classes. Nothing interesting happened. Nothing inspired her to draw. She sighed and headed to the great hall. She was going to sit in her usual spot but noticed someone already there; One of the snobby girls from her art class.

Tabby was unsure of what to do; talking to people was never one of her strengths. She could tell the girl she was in her seat -but that wouldn't go over well. The girls would probably just laugh at her and embarrass her in front of her housemates.

On the other hand, she could just ignore them while sitting next to them and eat in silence as usual. Tabby doubted the girls would just let her be. She decided to just sit in the middle and try to make small talk. She slowly approached the table and slid into an empty space. As more students filled in they took seats around her.

Tabby lowered her head and waited for the food to arrive. Nobody spoke to her while they waited in line. She looked to her left and saw a boy with short brown hair talking to someone just across from him. Looking to her right she saw the blond haired boy she had met by the lake: Draco Malfoy.

Tabby nearly jumped out of her skin; she never expected the king of Slytherin to sit next to her. Then again all his friends were around so he probably didn't even notice she was there. She looked away and hoped dinner would start soon. Three minutes later, the longest three minutes of her life, the food appeared and she grabbed a small amount. She didn't want to seem like a pig.

She ate quietly and kept her head down. She was so scared to talk to the people around her she barely noticed someone talking to her. It was a girl sitting right across from here.

"Who are you?" the girl asked.

"Oh... I'm Tabatha Sittle," Tabby replied, hoping no one noticed how scared she was. She looked around and saw many people staring at her. She felt so scared; she hated when people stared at her, she felt like she had grown another head.

"I haven't seen you around very much before," stated one boy.

"Uh, I...tend to spend a lot of time alone," replied Tabby.

She glanced quickly to her right and saw Malfoy was in fact one of the many people staring at her. She didn't have much time to collect her thoughts before she was bombarded with questions.

"Where were you born?"

"What's your best class?"

"Why do you like to be alone?"

Tabby answered all the questions thrown at her. By then end she had a bit more confidence and was looking at the people as she answered. Tabby was relieved when all the questions stopped. She was still quite scared and didn't want to say something stupid. She relaxed a little bit. Only to tense back up when none other than Malfoy asked a question.

"What year are you in?" he inquired.

"I'm in 6th year like you. We have classes together," Tabby replied slightly shocked. What did she expect? That Malfoy, the Malfoy, would know what year she was in. He didn't even know she existed until a day ago.

Malfoy was stunned. "My year? Really? I never noticed."

Tabby smiled. "Most people don't notice me so it's not very surprising."

Malfoy simply stared for a few more seconds before regaining his composure. Dinner went by smoothly after that. Tabby joined in conversations about how bothersome school was, or how Snape was an awesome teacher. She found that she was actually enjoying talking to other people.

Dinner ended and they all made their way to the dungeons. Upon entering the common room Malfoy and his troupe sat themselves in the main sitting area by the fire. Tabby was walking towards the stairs to her room when she heard her name.

"Tabatha come sit with us," cried one girl; all but Malfoy nodded, who simply sat in silence. Tabby smiled and walked over to the group.

"I will if you call me Tabby. When people call me Tabatha I feel like I'm in trouble; my mom only calls me Tabatha when I'm in trouble."

The others laughed and Tabby sat down on the floor. The chairs were all taken. They talked on again about meaningless subjects. What they were talking about might not have been important, but to Tabby every word was priceless. She was talking to people, she wasn't as afraid anymore –not until someone brought up her art.

"So you're an artist right?" asked one of the boys.

Tabby froze a little but calmed herself enough to answer the question. "I guess you could call me that. I like to draw and paint but nothing very good."

"Don't lie," said one girl. "I'm in your art class and I know firsthand that you have a lot of talent. Today definitely proved that."

Tabby blushed and said it was nothing. The girls insisted that Tabby get out her art folder and show off her work. Tabby shook her head and tried to convince them not to look. They simply wouldn't have it. Tabby heaved a sigh a pulled out the folder. The group pulled out her work and passed it around. Malfoy was even paying attention now. The group finished looking and handed back the folder. Tabby braced herself for the mocking, the sting of rejection, and the harsh words. None came though. Everyone in the group thought Tabby was very good. One girl even asked for some advice on her own drawings.

Tabby was beaming. She couldn't believe people liked her work that much...perhaps all those years of being alone had warped her mind. She looked over at Malfoy only to see him not paying attention once more. She pushed the disappointment aside and continued to chat with the others.

Soon the others decided that it was getting late and they were too tired to continue. Tabby agreed and walked with them towards the rooms. She had reached the stairs when she realized she had forgotten her bag by the fire. She said goodnight to the others and went back for it. She got to the fireplace and found it gone. Tabby panicked, all her art supplies were in there, all her work too.

Someone coughed behind her and she spun around. Malfoy stood there holding her bag. He handed it to her and said, "I thought you were already upstairs, I was going to get another girl to put it on top of your trunk."

Tabby thanked him and walked towards the stairs. She was stopped by Malfoy calling her name.

"Tabby," he spoke in a sincere tone, "you do have a lot of talent."

Tabby blushed and ducked her head. She quickly climbed the stairs and sat on her bed. She got ready for bed and but he bag in her trunk. She was about to get into bed when someone grabbed her shoulders. They spun her around to face them. She came face to face with the snobby girl from art.

The girl got very close to Tabby and said in a voice tainted with venom: "you have absolutely no talent. Don't think that those people tonight actually liked your work- they just don't want to hurt your feelings. You're nothing but a bother to them; they only spoke to you because they liked to see you squirm. You are nothing, remember that. Oh, and stay away from Draco, we wouldn't want you to lower him to your level now would we?"

With that she left, Tabby stood there stunned. The girl had spoken so softly that nobody else had heard her. Tabby shook her head and held back the tears threatening to fall. She climbed into her bed and let the tears fall silently down her face. It was dark and nobody could see her. She fell asleep that night with feelings of doubt in her head, but no comfort would come through sleep, for her dreams were plagued with doubt and insecurities.

Awww I feel really bad for what I'm doing to her. I hope you liked it. I'm really getting into it. Review please, it makes me feel happy. FLAMERS WILL BE USED FOR S'MORES.