When the pack walked into the Gryffindor common room that evening they barely noticed how many of the students stopped to look. They were laughing and recounting their vacations to each other.
"Look." Sarah and Draco were stopped by two seventh years stepping in front of them. "It's one thing to have the Death Eater sit at our table, but you can't just bring it in here."
Sarah growled and stepped forward, her eyes flashing golden. "Excuse me?"
It was Hermione that spoke up, swiftly stepping in front of the fuming were-witch. "Draco is just as much a part of Gryffindor as the rest of us now."
The two boys' mouths dropped open a bit. "Yeah," Ron stepped up shoulder-to-shoulder with Draco. "Don't mess with Malfoy."
"Ron?" Sarah thought maybe the boy with the auburn hair was named Dustin, an old friend of the Twins. "This is Malfoy for Merlin's sake!"
"His parents killed people, parents of your friends." Greg, maybe, said next. Draco and Harry had to make a collective effort to keep Sarah from attacking them at this point, each of them holding an arm tightly.
"It doesn't matter what Draco's parents did," Harry shouted. If anyone knew what Draco's parents had done it was him.
Neville spoke up, "maybe we should start judging Draco and Sarah on who they are, instead of who their parents are." Five sets of eyes looked at Neville while most of the others students went to Sarah.
"Who are your parents?" Lavender asked.
"Jesus Neville," Sarah threw her hands in the air but she was smiling, "it was supposed to be a surprise!"
"I didn't think you knew your parents." Parvati crossed her arms, a grin pulling at her mouth.
"You knew!" Sarah shouted pointing an accusing finger at the best friends.
They grinned. "Well we found this book under Hermione's bed when were looking for a bishop one day. We just couldn't believe that Mione would forget to return it. Then we got curious as to why she had a marriage register..." Parvati trailed off, smiling.
"Is someone going to spill?" Dean was looking between the twins and Sarah.
"Oh fine," Sarah deflated and looked at the other Gryffindors. "The adoption charm concerning my birth name was lifted..."
"She's a Snape!" The pack said in a rush when it looked Sarah was going to chicken out.
"Steal my thunder." Sarah smiled warm and soft, looking as her friends stood by her.
"Look," Harry spoke up, voice soft. "We're all just kids, right? Human beings that are trying to survive school and trying to stand up to what is to come. So maybe we can just forget for one moment houses and lineage and just be kids."
The boys that had stepped in front of them moved aside. "Maybe you're right," Dustin said. Harry smiled warmly, happy that it hadn't escalated anymore then it had. Tomorrow would be a different story; it was only a guess how the Slytherins would react to everything.
It took ten minutes for the whispers to start; Draco suspected that it was because it took them that long to encounter someone outside Gryfindor Tower. He pulled Sarah firmly under his arm and he held in the sigh. Their fight was still fresh in his mind, he dreaded it a bit but he was going to seek Potter's-Harry's advice. He looked at the raven haired boy on the other side of Sarah, walking with a confidence Draco hadn't seen in too long a time. Though the faces he was giving still laid question to his sanity, but what was to be expected? Harry Potter was ferociously protective of his pack.
They got to their table without any interruptions which Draco was thankful for. He wasn't sure he could handle any confrontation, at least not until he had something in his stomach. Maybe it was his werewolf-girlfriend but he was pretty sure everything was better handled on a full stomach.
They were greeted by the fellow Gryfindors, of all the things Draco thought on he spent his least amount of time thinking about his change of house. There was a familiarity already there, Draco had been sitting with these students most of the year. And since last night something had been lifted from their shoulders and everything felt well.
Draco avoided eye-contact with his former Slytherians in a very Slytherian way, by staying engaged and slightly smug. "Pass me the cider, would you Harry?" he reached out, Harry already half way to meeting him.
Harry didn't take his eyes away from the amusing show that was Sarah and Ron. It had been two weeks since Sarah had a decent challenge and they were already battling for a muffin. "C'mon now Sarah," Harry goaded, "give Ron a chance."
Ron flipped him the bird and Harry laughed, he turned to Draco, "fancy being a Gryfindor yet?"
Draco shrugged, "feels like I've been one a while now." There was a pang in his heart at the words, not that he didn't respect Gryfindors. He was finding that the qualities he'd always sneered at were...not that bad.
Before any more thoughts of losing the Slytherian part of him could take root Sarah leaned over and whispered. "You'll always be a Slytherian to me," in his ear, she kissed his cheek and lost the last piece of bacon to Ron. Sarah smiled and settled a little more into him. "You're such a pig Ron," it was a mutual rolling of eyes and it freaked Draco out only a little.
"Look at this," Draco shivered, Pansy always did sound like nails on a chalk board, "it's so sickeningly sweet." Sarah's comfortable line against his body tensed and he knew she was about to spring. He rested his hand firmly on her shoulder and hoped she heard, 'be calm.'
Harry turned enough to look up at Pansy and the two Slytherians standing behind her. "'Ello Pansy," Harry smiled slow and bored. "Do you have anything intelligent to say or should we just skip to the end. You walk away because we've already gotten the last laugh." There was a round of snickering.
Pansy opened and closed her mouth a few times before managing a smirk and threw a picture onto the table. "I know your dirty secret." Draco glanced at the photo of Sarah leaving the potions lab over break, that was the only time Sarah would have walked the halls without her robes, Professor Snape was giving her a kiss to her forehead.
"You're an idgit," Draco hadn't heard that word before, "everyone knows that secret." Sarah smiled at Pansy flashing every single one of her teeth somehow.
"W-w-what?" Pansy stuttered, completely outraged. It was then that Sarah picked up the photo and found writing a long the side of the picture. 'deviant threesome,' scrawled in Pansy's handwriting, he shamefully knew it too well. "How can ev-everyone-" she cut off with a growl, "you lying mudblood."
Sarah laughed, "she doesn't know?" she addressed the duo standing behind Pansy.
Pansy rounded on them and they physically flinched back. "What didn't you tell me?" her voice hit a particularly high note.
"Pansy calm down," Millicent whispered, "you're making a fool of yourself."
"Because you let me, you stupid bint!" she shrieked.
"Honestly if you weren't always so pig-headed you would have known yourself," Blaise looked annoyed. "Draco mate, I really could care less. It's why I came over here with this idiot anyways. But I think you moving to Gryfindor is the best thing. With housemates like this I want to move." He threw his hands in the air and stalked off.
"What don't I know?" she growled at Millicent.
"By Merlin Pansy, Snape is Sarah's daughter not her effin' lover." Ron said between a mouth full of sausage.
"W-w-what?" Pansy spit with the force her 'w's had come out.
The Gryfindor table broke out in gawfs of laughter as Millicent dragged an enraged Pansy from their table. "Told the bint to skip to the end," Harry smirked and took a sip of his cider, looking positively gleeful with himself.
I'm not sure if there is still any fanbase for this story, but dang it, I'm so close to the end that I just have to finish it. Even if it takes me months in between to update. Thank you, to anyone still enjoying this.
