Two Weeks Later

"So you're telling me that because of this book you've managed to make top in class in Potions?" I question as I walk between Harry and Ron.

How I managed to fit so easily back in with Harry and Ronald I will never be able to figure out. Maybe they don't really think I'm evil or perhaps they don't want to believe it. Either way I've fit back in nicely. The only one who doesn't trust me is Granger but my father never said I had to associate with the Mudblood.

"Yeah, I've learned a few new spells too," answers Harry with a smile.

"Fabulous," I say eyeing the book warily. The half – blood prince is not unknown to me. Those spells where written by a boy who had been in a dark place, they should not be used to amuse oneself. "I don't think you should trying learning anymore of them."

"They're harmless really," explains Ron who has been shooting glances at my left arm for the last five minutes of our walk towards the Gryffindor common room.

"For now," I answer. "And stop looking at my arm, Ronald; it's not going to hurt you. If I wanted you dead I would have killed you last year at the Ministry."

Harry has now disappeared to who knows where, leaving me alone in the common room with Ron. Everyone else it either in classes or walking about the castle; although it is nearly autumn the weather remains nice.

"Sorry. It's just…it's odd. You don't seem like one of them," says Ron.

"You have absolutely no idea what I am capable of," I state.

"Can I see it?" Ron asks in a low voice, perched on the arm of my chair.

"Sure," I answer not entirely sure why I am showing my Dark Mark to him again. He'd seen it when I had shown Harry at the Ministry but perhaps if he sees it again he'll get it. Letting out a sigh I roll up my left sleeve.

"Did it hurt?" Ron asks

"How would you feel if someone carved something into your arm, Ronald?" I reply, giving him an annoyed look before covering my arm up and walking a few paces away.

"Did You – Know – Who mark you?"

"Yes, Voldemort did."

"Does he mark everyone?"

"No you've got to earn it."

"What did you do?"

"I'm his daughter. Why so many questions, Weasley, thinking about becoming like me?"

"Course not."

"Blood traitor."

"I am not a blood traitor," Ron says defiantly.

"Maybe not in your eyes or the eyes of others like yourself, but to the Dark Lord you're no better that the Mudbloods," I state before going up to the boys dormitories hoping to find Harry.

I receive odd looks from some that I pass, others smile and wave, questioning my plans for the holidays. Amongst the friendly are Seamus, Dean and Neville. Neville Longbottom, who had been at the Ministry same as the rest, refused to believe Harry, Ron and Hermione when they told him about me being a Death Eater.

"Hello, Neville," I say cheerily, stopping in front of the bed he is sitting on.

"How are you Isabelle?" he asks.

"Exceptional, thanks for asking," I reply with a smile.

Neville and I had been fairly good friends last year. I find him good company. He listens even if what he's listening to is something he is not too fond of. That is what I like about him.

"How are things with Draco?" continues Neville.

"He's going through a bit of a rough patch, but he's not pushed me away so I suppose we are okay," I reply.

"Well that's good."

"Yeah, hey, Neville, where is Harry?" I ask looking around.

"Over there," responds Longbottom pointing to the corner.

There he is, sitting in the corner, his eyes glued to his Potions book. It appears to me his obsession with the book might bee worse than how Ron had described it. Though I have been meaning to speak with him about Slughorn I leave Harry to his reading; figuring it a lost cause to pull his away from his reading.

"See you around, Neville," I say before descending the stairs.

"How dare you!" exclaims Hermione as I enter the common room. "How dare you call him a blood traitor? I really should give you detention for that."

"But you won't, will you Mudblood?" I taunt. "Because you know my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, who is also a Prefect wouldn't have it."

"You little…." Granger starts but obviously can't a proper word.

"I suggest you get out of my way now," I say, glaring at the brown haired muggle girl who is standing in my way.

Granger, who obviously doesn't want a fight, steps out of my way allowing me to push past her. With one last cold look I exit the common room.

As I walk down the stairs I hear my name being called. Recognizing the voice as Blaise's I continue on, ignoring him.

"Isabelle," Blaise says once again, falling into step with me. Why the hell won't he just leave me alone? Hasn't Draco already talked to him about this?

"What do you want, Blaise?" I ask, not hiding my annoyance at his very presence as I pull out my wand from my jeans pocket.

"You're going into Hogsmead, right?" Blaise questions oblivious to my displeasure at his walking with me.

"Yes I am going, but no, Blaise, I will not be going with you." I state, stopping and shoving my wand in his chest. "In case you've forgotten I'm currently with Draco Malfoy, he is who I'm going into Hogsmead with."

"What if Pansy and I joined you," offers Blaise try to keep up with the quickened pace I have set.

"Draco and I have business to attend to so no. No leave me alone," I say.

"What is your problem with me?" Blaise asks.

Just then Draco, Crabbe and Goyle walk around the corner. I rush to Draco who pulls me close to him, arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Haven't I told you to stop harassing her?" a fairly angry Draco says, his icy glare set upon Blaise.

"I just wanted to know is she was going into Hogsmead," replies Blaise.

"Just wanted to know my ass," snaps Draco before turning his attention on me. "Did he hurt you?"

I cling to him, my arms wrapped tightly around Draco's back. It isn't that I fear Blaise I simply don't like him and by acting frightened makes Draco's dislike for the vile boy grow. I quickly come up with a lie.

"He grabbed my arm," I say, looking into Draco's striking blue eyes. Suddenly I have an urge to touch my lips to him.

"Which one?"

"My left one, it hurt," I respond, resting my head on Draco's chest.

"I…she's lying…I…she pulled her wand on me," stammers Blaise as Crabbe and Goyle take a step towards him.

"If you even as much as look at Belle in a way that makes her feel uncomfortable it'll be the last thing you do," states Draco before escorting me past Blaise towards Potions class.

Author's Note: Alright so I know I'm moving things forward a little fast but it will slow down I promise.