I look around the great hall from my seat next to Draco. It has been almost two months since the first day of school, it's Halloween today. I look at the table in the front, the staff's table. Prof. Quirrell isn't there. I shrug it off, as if it's nothing.

The decorations for the great hall are amazing. There are all sorts of 'spooky' decorations, but there are also some cobwebs and the ceiling replicated the creepy fog that has been placed outside. The ghosts are also attempting to scare students. I giggle, as the twins freak out their brother and Harry with a mask and a jump scare.

Draco looks at me quizzically, "Whatcha laughing at, mudblood?" He asks, keeping up the act. Although it is an act, it still hurts.

I mumble something unintelligible.

"What was that, disgrace to Slytherin?"

I look at him dead in the eyes and get up and leave. I find myself running to a random washroom. I'm crying, but quiet down once I hear other sobs.

"Hello? Is there someone else in here?" I ask, slightly scared.

The sobs stop suddenly and a throat is cleared, "Yes," a girl comes out from behind the stall and reaches out a hand, "hi, I'm Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, first year, muggle born."

I smile and take her hand, "(Y/F/N), Slytherin, first year, muggle born."

She returns my smile gladly as we shake hands, and Daphne runs into the room. "(Y/N)! Are you okay? What happened? I came into the Great hall and saw you running out, in tears!"

Hermione pulls away from my hand and looks at Daphne, then I remember, Daphne and Draco bullied Hermione for he hair and buck teeth. She also came in second during the potion making, and she walked in to the compartment, asking about a toad. She leaves the room quickly.

I look at Daphne, she's staring at me expectantly. "Well?"

I sigh heavily, "It's just, I know he's faking it for his reputation's sake, but it really hurt, a lot, especially when he called me a disgrace of Slytherin, and then I heard him and Parkinson laughing their asses off when I ran off.

Her eyes widen, "I am going to kill that bastard, he shouldn't be saying those things, even if it's for his 'reputation'."

I suddenly start crying again, she hugs me and rubs my back comfortingly.

"Hey, I know he's really your friend, but you need to make him choose between you and his rep. Okay?"

I nod and give her a teary smile. She smiles back kindly. Suddenly, Draco bursts in through the door, "(Y/N)! Daphne, are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, we're fine," I say, hiding the fact that I've been crying, "Why? Is there something going on?"

He releases a relieved breath, running up to hug us. "There was a troll that got in to the castle."

I push him away, still mad. He looks at me confused, and then it hits him, "(Y/N)...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"I'm sorry doesn't cut it Malfoy. You hurt me a lot, I know it's all an act but I can't deal with this anymore, you have to choose now. Would you rather stay friends with me, a mudblood a disgrace to Slytherin, or would you rather keep your reputation as a non-tinted pureblood?"

"I-. Wait, (Y/N), do you realize what would happen if my father were to find out that we were friends? He would transfer me to that school down in Scandinavia, and then he would try to get the Ministry of Magic to make Hogwarts a pureblood/halfblood only school."

I find myself looking at the ground.

"I will choose you over my rep, but we have to make sure that my father doesn't know, meaning, Pansy can't know."

I nod, interested in my shoelace. I look up, my watery (E/C) eyes, looking into his magnificent silver ones, "Okay." He smiles and hugs me again.