Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. I meant to get it up a couple of days ago; sorry I didn't.

So now, Chapter 13 has three more visitors than Chapter 12. You guys, my readers, are awesome, but the story makes a ton more sense if you read the chapters in order :)

This has another scene you should recognize, so the dialogue is, again, straight from the book. If you've already read this chapter, I'm just fixing it. Nothing has changed; I just italicized a few words because they were that way in the Chamber of Secrets book.

I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. Elaine Goyle and her friends (minus the ones from the book) are my creations. And Selenia, as always.

Draco's POV

"One detention and my father already knows about it," I moaned. My father found out about everything, and he was especially annoyed that a Mudblood like Granger was beating me in all my classes.

"Why does it matter, Malfoy?" mumbled Crabbe, who was sitting in a green armchair in the Slytherin common room with me.

"'Why does it matter?'" I seethed. "Don't you know anything?"

Goyle grunted, "Come on Malfoy. We don't want to miss the feast."

"All you ever think about is food," I complained. "Is your sister as bad as you are?" I joked.

He scowled, "All she ever does is read her silly books and play with that stupid cat of hers."

I raised an eyebrow. So she was a reader. Maybe a know-it-all like Granger. At least she wasn't a Mudblood though. "Do you want to go to the feast or not?"

We headed upstairs to the Great Hall. The Halloween Feast was just starting, filling the hall with delicious smells.

At the Slytherin table Crabbe and Goyle forced a couple of giggling first years to move.

"Thanks Malfoy. I thought I'd never get away from them," drawled a familiar, arrogant voice.

"Well, I'd say anytime Nott, but I don't really have time to follow you around and scare off first years. Maybe you should find some thugs to back you up," I replied offhandedly.

He smirked, "Maybe I would, if you hadn't gotten them first."

I helped myself to a little bit of everything closest to me, quickly filling my plate.

Theodore Nott was one of the few people I considered an equal. He was clever and did well in all his classes. As a result we constantly attempted to one-up each other.

He asked about the Quidditch team's new brooms and how they flew. Inevitably, we continued talking about Quidditch.

Someone gently cleared her throat, causing me to look up. Elaine was standing behind Nott's left shoulder. "What do you want?" I groaned.

She surprised me by smiling directly at me. "Not you," she chimed.

Nott's eyes widened as he looked at her, then back to me. He snorted, "Ouch, Malfoy."

She rolled her eyes. "Gregory, Mother sent this with my letter."

He took the piece of parchment with his name on it, stuffing it in his robes. "Get lost, Elaine," he growled.

She glared, turned on her heel, and stalked back to the group of first years at the Ravenclaw table.

I thought I'd be able to return to my dinner in peace, but I should've realized it would never happen. We were in Slytherin, after all. They laughed at Goyle for the rest of dinner, teasing him about his sister and the letter.

After dessert we headed out of the Great Hall, and I was in a foul mood.

We noticed a crowd gathering in one of the corridors, and headed to investigate. "Let's get to the front," I commanded. Crabbe and Goyle shoved through the crowd while I followed.

At the front I took in the scene. Potter, Granger, and Weasley were standing in the middle of the corridor. Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, was hanging by her tail, stiff as a board. There was blood on the wall, spelling out The Chamber of Secrets has been opened.

I read the next part out loud, "'Enemies of the heir, beware!' You'll be next, Mudbloods!"

There was a commotion behind me and I turned to see Filch shoving through the crowd. "What's going on here? What's going on?" he wheezed. It was only a minute before he saw Mrs. Norris.

"My cat!" he howled.

I slowly started backing into the crowd.

"My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he roared.

My grin returned as he noticed Potter and I stopped trying to slip away.

"You! You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you!" he threatened, "I'll—"

Then more teachers arrived with the headmaster, and Dumbledore cut him off, "Argus!"

"Come on," I whispered to Crabbe and Goyle. "Dumbledore and McGonagall let Potter get away with everything. Let's go back to the common room.

As we pushed through the crowds I caught sight of a now familiar blond head. She was staring after the teachers, and Potter, who were walking away.

"Pining after Potter now, are we?" I shot.

She turned. "What's it to you?"

"Didn't know a pureblood like you could sink to his level," I sneered.

Her friends gasped. The short, curly-haired one hissed, "Don't talk to her like that!"

My response was to laugh in her face. I turned to leave.

"Who were they?" asked the other girl as we were walking away.

"My brother and his friends," Elaine stated.

"That obnoxious, blond boy is your brother?" exclaimed the short girl.

"What? No! The taller, dark-haired one is," she corrected.

"You look nothing like him," her friend announced promptly.

"Who's the blond boy then?" the taller girl insisted.

"He's nobody, Ainslee. Come on; let's go find…" Her voice was lost as we moved too far away.

We reached the wall in the dungeon corridor and I gave the password. The common room was crowded; everyone was talking about what had just occurred.

"I'm going to our dormitory," I informed Crabbe and Goyle, then slipped away.

I pulled out my transfiguration book and a piece of parchment.

It was common practice in Slytherin house to taunt people writing letters home. I noticed that during my first year and caught on quickly.

Pretending to be studying usually remedied that. Only really cruel people would rat you out if you were hiding your letter. Those people usually changed their attitude fast; other students went out of their way to get revenge on them. All the Slytherins, by force of habit, wrote letters hidden in their textbooks.

I wrote a letter to my mother, knowing she would be waiting for one, then scribbled short note to my father asking about the Chamber of Secrets. I left them hidden in the pages of my transfiguration book; I'd send them tomorrow.

I was putting on sweats and a t-shirt to go to bed when I paused. Hadn't Goyle's sister been looking up the Chamber of Secrets not long ago in the library?

I pulled my shirt over my head and climbed into my four-post, closing the emerald hangings.

She was an odd girl. Quite often I saw her, it seemed, but a thought occurred to me as I drifted into sleep. At dinner was the first time I had ever seen her smile.

Dun-Dun-Dun! Back to Draco's point of view. Sorry guys, I know you want to know about the note. Also, I caught up to what I actually have written, so posting may slow down a bit (or a lot). If you guys review, with comments or ideas, it may help me keep up a faster pace. That's my way of saying: Please Review! No flames. Thanks!