Chapter 4- An Unlikely Truth

They all headed for a free class period by the lake.

"Hello." Magenta heard the voice and looked up to see Draco Malfoy staring at her intently. "Get lost." She muttered.

Her opinion seemed to have changed of him since the day of the train. But that could be because he dropped stink bombs on her and balloons filled with pudding therefore making her smell like a toxic waste dump.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest were watching this scene tensely ready to jump in if something started. "Look at you." She sneered. "Pathetic."

He raised his wand to hex her, but before Magenta's friends could react, she pulled out a gold and red stripped sphere and threw it at Malfoy's feet, where it exploded covering him in smoke. Hermione was shocked; she thought Magenta had thrown a Muggle weapon at him, a grenade.

But when the smoke cleared, Malfoy was still in one piece, he was just standing in robes emblazoned with, "Gryffindor Rocks!" and other terms all over them. He had "Gryffindor!" painted across his face in gold and red, and he was holding a miniature flag that shot little ribbons from the top saying, "Slytherin Sucks!"

Everyone burst into laughter at seeing this. Malfoy didn't look happy but he just sneered and threw a sphere at her too. But this one was stripped silver and green.

Smoke covered her just as it did Malfoy before, and when it cleared she was covered in the same thing Malfoy was but the opposite. Slogans of "Go Slytherin!" and "Boo Gryffindor!" covered her in green and silver.

He sneered in satisfaction as she gaped at herself. She looked up and they both took menacing strides towards one another. It looked as if they were about to get into a fight. Everyone by the lake was intently watching to see if a brawl would start between the new girl and Slytherin prince.

They were a mere foot apart, looking angrily into each other's eyes.

They to everyone's surprise, they erupted into laughter. They were acting as if they were old friends!

"I give you props for that one!" she laughed. "Same to you!" he said also laughing. He was grinning. Not a sneer, not even just a smile, but a full on grin.

'Using house bombs really were brilliant. They were inventions of the Weasley twins, but still, this was no reason for them to act so friendly!' Most of the Gryffindors watching thought.

Suddenly Malfoy whipped out his wand and changed Magenta's hair to, well, a bright Magenta. They both laughed even harder at this change. Most everyone else would be laughing too, if it were anyone besides Malfoy.

She howled with laughter. "At least I match my name!" she choked out. Everyone laughed at her joke including Malfoy. No one had ever seen him so lighthearted. Draco Malfoy, the king of cruel was actually clutching at his side from laughing so hard.

Then all of a sudden to two of them just walked off laughing all the way.

Magenta's POV

I walked off with Draco Malfoy, laughing at the jokes we just pulled on each other.

After we finally calmed down he spoke. "You're not like the others." I paused. "Meaning?" I finally decided to ask. "You don't exactly…judge me like them." He replied slowly.

"You know that may have to do with the fact that you always say you hate the Weasleys so they naturally hate you, and you're rude to just about everyone in the school who isn't Slytherin. Oh and your parents." She added. "But that can't be helped.

"Oh don't forget I'm always shagging girls." He growled sarcastically. "I suppose that too." I agreed. He looked at me in disbelief. "Kidding!" I said.

"So you know it's not true?" he asked, hope in his voice. "Well I would assume not, I don't think anyone's that crude." I said. It was true, for anyone to do that he'd be a… well I won't say that.

"A lot of the girls just say that I have, and Pansy Parkinson is the WORST." He said. "Ugh, she thinks were like soul mates or something. She really wouldn't be that bad if she wasn't so desperate, she'd be almost bearable."

I just smiled at him. "You know, your American accent is cute, I have to say." He said quickly. "Your British one is too. I've always loved British accents." I smiled thoughtfully. "Especially when you say arse." I chuckled.

"Arse? Of all words?" He replied looking at me strangely. "Well yes, because in America you say ass." I said. "That's what arse is." He replied stubbornly. "Yea, but when you say it with an American accent like I have, its just arse. See? Sounds funny." She laughed.

Draco's POV

She laughed. I liked her laugh. I realized she was still talking to me after a while. "Draco?" she said. "Huh?" I replied feeling rather stupid.

"Where'd you go?" she questioned. "Oh no where, just was thinking… I think you're the first real friend I have." I said after a pause. "That's wonderful." She replied with a sweet smile.

She leaned over and hugged me. She smelt of sweet flowers I couldn't name, and maybe a hint of vanilla. It really was a very good smell. Was I developing a crush on her? Dunno, but this is better than any fake girl I've supposedly dated. Better than the fake friends in Slytherin that only cared for me because of my family name. Better than all the good and bad attention I got in this bloody school, just for being me. This girl, Magenta Hawk, liked me for me. She saw who I really am.

She let go of me and smiled.

"Can I ask why you do act like an arse then?" she said a smile playing on her lips. I sighed. "Because if I don't, my so called Slytherin 'friends' (Making air quotes around friends.) run off to send a letter to my parents saying I act horribly. "Horribly?" she laughed. "So being nice is a crime in Slytherin?" "Yes." I said simply. "Especially to Gryffindors." "That's a shame." She said, her expression turning serious. "You're only mean and rude because you have to be." She stated. I just nodded. But I was very happy I had Magenta now. Someone that understood me, for me.

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