AN: Hello lovelies! I think I might make this story a series. I think that that way it won't be an overwhelmingly long single story.

Song: We're Going To Be Friends by The White Stripes

September 4, 1989

It was the first day of the term, and if Dru was being completely honest, she was kind of dreading it. She had attempted to talk to several Slytherins; however, when she tried ro make conversation, they would only sneer at her. Occasionally, she'd hear them mutter, "Filthy Mudblood," or, "Mudblood Spawn." Dru wasn't completely sure what Mudblood meant, but she knew that it was bad because her mother would become very cross whenever someone said that word.

Even people who were not in Slytherin weren't very eager to be her friend either. Whenever she tried to start a conversation, they would make excuses and quickly leave the room. Even Lee and the Weasley boys seemed to be avoiding her.

Grudgingly, she shuffled off to Charms. It was a mix class. A few students from every house were present.

She scanned the room for a place to sit. She spotted Lee who was sitting next to Fred and George. A part of her wanted to go sit with them, but she noticed that they were actively trying to avoid eye contact with her. She scoffed loudly, taking good measure to ensure that the boys could hear her, then she plopped down in the seat next to a Hufflepuff girl.

"Um, I don't mean to be rude," the girl piped up, "but I was saving that seat for someone."

Dru was quickly losing her patience along with her usual politeness. "Well," she snapped, "I'm sitting here now, so they'll just have to find another seat!"

The girl squeaked at the outburst.

"Let's just sit over here, Millie," said a Ravenclaw girl from across the room.

The Hufflepuff gathered up her things quickly and nearly ran to join the Ravenclaw.

Dru sighed sadly and propped her head up with her arm. I just want to go home, she thought to herself.

"All right," squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick, whom was standing atop a rather large book, "today, class, we'll be learning the Lumos charm."

It felt as though this day would never end. In Charms, Dru found several people giving her dirty looks. Probably from snapping at that poor Hufflepuff girl. In Transfiguration she, she got the wand movements wrong and messed up the spell. All together, it was a horrible day.

At dinner, things weren't much better. Again, no one sat by her. Whenever she reached for something, people would make a big deal about not touching her.

"Oi, Tonks!" said the older boy with bad teeth, whom, Dru learned, was named Marcus Flint. "Is it true that your father is a filthy Mudblood?" he asked with a nasty grin.

"Don't know, Flint," she said calmly, not making eye contact with him as she poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. "Is it true that your mother had an affair, and that's why you look like a troll?"

Many people around her laughed, including some Gryffindors. Dru looked back at the Gryffindor table and saw that even Lee, Fred, and George were laughing.

"You're going to pay for that, you little-," began Flint.

"Careful now, Flint," Fred called, cutting him off. "You don't want us to have to defend Drucilla's honor and get revenge, do you?"

"Just shut up, Weasley!"

"Well, now you've done it," said George. "Not only do we have to defend Dru's honor, but now we have to defend ours as well."

Flint rolled his eyes then went back to his dinner.

Dru looked again towards the boys, and saw Lee beckoning her to join them. Dru furrowed her brow in her confusion. Then, Fred and George joined in on the beckoning.

Dru sighed. Picking up her plate and goblet, she got up from her seat to go sit with boys. She took the spot next to Lee.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"We wanted to apologize," said Fred.

"Yeah," said George, "we shouldn't have treated you so badly for being a Slytherin."

"Yes," said Lee, "like you said, not all Slytherins are bad."

Dru smiled.

"Well, lads-" began Fred.

"And lass," correct George.

"And lass," repeated Fred. "I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." He then he picked up his goblet of pumpkin juice and raised it above his head. "To friends!"

The other three followed his example. "To friends!" they cheered before clinking their glasses together.