To Choose The Lesser of Two Evils
Ch.5: Twisted Decisions
Badria sat on the stool, with the Sorting Hat on her head. A small voice from the inside of the hat began to speak.
"You're cunning and sly, a typical Slytherin. But wait - what's this I see? Some bravery and loyalty, now that's a typical Gryffindor. This is a tough decision .. I guess it's going to be GRYFFINDOR!!" This last word was said for all to hear. 'Gryffindor! What the hell? I have to be in Slytherin! Dad's going to be furious!' thought Badria. Her thoughts were interupted by Dumbledore.
"Congratulations Miss Malcone, Gryffindor is a wonderful house. You may go sit at your table." he said.
Badria walked over to the Gryffindor table in a daze. This couldn't be happening to her. She was a Slytherin - born and raised. When she reached the table, she was greeted by a boy who looked her age, with sandy blond hair.
"Hey, welcome to Gryffindor. I'm Seamus Finnegan, and I'm a fifth year," he said, holding out his hand to shake. Badria shook his hand.
"Hi, I'm Badria Malcone. I'm a fifth year, too," she said timidly.
"Really? That's great! I can show you around. Do you know anyone here?" he asked.
"Not in Gryffindor," Badria replied.
"Well, these are some of the fifth years. First, there's Dean," he said, pointing to a tall black boy at the end of the table, who waved to them, " and Neville," pointing to the small boy next to him, "those two," pointing to two girls, one with long brown hair, the other with blonde hair, "are Pavarti and Lavender. Now, on the other side of the table, there's Ron," who was a boy with red hair and freckles, who waved at them, "and next to him is Hermione," she had bushy brown hair, but seemed nice enough as she smiled over to them, "and last, but certainly not least, is Harry." Harry waved to them as well. 'Of course, Harry Potter, my father will *love* this. I suppose I must become friends with them if I want to have any fun here.' thought Badria.
"Hi everyone," she said, flashing them one of her million-dollar smiles. Everyone murmured their hellos. Hermione motioned for her to have a seat at her end of the table and Badria made her way over to where Hermione was sitting with Ron and Harry.
"Hi, I'm Hermione," she said, shaking Badria's hand.
"Badria. Nice to meet you," she replied.
"Hey, I'm Harry," said Harry, on the other side of her.
"And I'm Ron," said Ron, not wanting to be left out.
"Where did you transfer from?" asked Hermione.
"Beauxbatons, in France," replied Badria.
"Oh, do you know Fleur Delacour?" asked Harry, snickering as Ron started turning red.
"Yeah, she's my best friend. We were roomates, why do you ask?" asked Badria, wondering what was going on.
"Oh, no reason," replied Harry, between laughter.
"Okay .. so anyway, this is a really big surprise. I had no idea I was going to be put in Gryffindor," said Badria.
"Well, no one really knows, do they?" said Hermione, "Where did you think you would be sorted?"
"Slytherin," said Badria.
"Why would you be sorted in Slytherin, you seem so nice. Why would you *want* to be put in there?" asked Ron.
"My entire family has been sorted into Slytherin, and I went to primary school with almost all of the fifth years," she said.
"Oh .." said Ron. The three exchanged odd glances.
"Why did you come in with Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"He came home to get me, so I wouldn't have to come alone. We're really close," she said.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were friends," Hermione said.
"Yeah, but that's not really imprtant now. When do classes start?" Badria asked.
"Our first class today is Charms. It starts at 9, so we have about a half hour. After that is lunch at 11, and then you either have Artitmancy or Divination at 12 till 2. What are you taking?" Hermione asked.
"Divination. I was so disappointed that I couldn't take both. At Beauxbatons, you could take both, so I did, but Daddy says I have to take Divination. Funny thing is, he doesn't usually take stock in it, only when I'm concerned," said Badria.
"Oh, I take Arithmancy. I used to take Divination, but then I was taking too many classes, so I dropped it. I don't believe in Divination at all, anyway," she said.
"That's just because she was no good," whispered Harry.
"Haha, oh well I'm good. I was top in every class at Beauxbatons," said Badria.
"Well, Herm's top in every class here," said Ron.
"Really, well congrats, I know how much work that can be," said Badria, smiling.
"Thanks," said Hermione, "do you have to get your books for class? I can show you where everything is. I'm sure they've moved your stuff in by now."
"Really? That would be great," said Badria. The two excused themselves from the table, and left for Gryffindor Tower.
**
A few minutes later, they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"This is the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. The password is 'Pearly Gates'," Hermione said, causing the portrait to swing open. They walked through into the Gryffindor common room.
"This is the commom room, where everyone hangs out before going to bed. That door on the right leads up to the boys' dormitories, and the one on the left is to the girls'," she explained.
"You sound like a tour guide," said Badria, jokingly.
"Well, I had to explain all of this to the first years a couple weeks ago, because I'm a prefect," said Hermione.
"Oh ...I was a prefect for a couple weeks, until I had to leave," said Badria, sadly.
"Really? That must be so frustrating. I mean, you work for something, you finally get it, and then you lose it, just like that," said Hermione, "Well, you still could be named one next year. This year, there's two sixth years, Dean Thomas, and myself. I had hoped that Harry or Ron would be picked, but they get into too much trouble. Dean doesn't really know what he's doing, so you have a good chance,"
She led Badria up the winding stairs of the girls' dorms. They reached the top room, which said 'Fifth Year Girls'. They entered into a large, rectangluar room filled with windows. There were four large canopied beds, one in each corner, with crimson bed hangings around them. Hermione pointed to the one on the far side of the room, that had Badria's trunk in front of it.
"That's yours," she said, "the one opposite of it is mine, and the other two are obviously Pavarti and Lavender's,"
"I should get my books. I can unpack later," said Badria.
"Good idea. I'll help you, if you'd like," said Hermione.
"Yeah, that'd be great. So what do I need for Charms? I have all of the things off my list, but I'm not sure what's for what," asked Badria.
"You just need your book, and your wand. You'll want to carry around some spare parchment and scrolls, quills, and ink, but that's it. Did you bring a backpack?" asked Hermione.
"Yup, I bought this last night,' she said, pulling her new bag out of the trunk. In it, she put her Charms book, some scrolls, parchment, a couple quills, and some inkpots. She stuffed her wand [ 12 inches, oak, with dragon heartstring and a veela hair in it. It was very powerful. She had gotten it in France.] into the front part on it. "Okay, I think I'm ready," she said, and they left.
**
Charms proved to be an interesting first class. Professor Flitwick was very excited about having a new student in class. He spent half the class taking to Badria as the class listened. Once they started to work, Badria and Hermione paired off to work on Music Charms. When cast, they would produce a song that only the person it was cast on could hear.
After Charms was lunch. Badria sat with Hermione, Ron, and Harry again. The boys were talking about the Chuddley Cannons last game, when Badria interupted them.
"Wait a minute - do you like the Cannons Ron?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. They're my favorite team in the league," he replied.
"Are you kidding me? They're terrible! I mean, how good can you be when your motto is 'Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best'?" exclaimed Badria.
"Oh, and what team do you like?" he asked.
"Actually, I like Appleby Arrows. I might play for them after I graduate, unless Puddlemere signs me first," she said, coolly.
"You play?" asked Harry, sounding surprised.
"All my life. I was a starter for my house at Beauxbatons. In line for the captainship next year, actually," she answered.
"What position do you play? Try-outs start tomorrow," he said.
"Really?" she answered, "I would love to play here. I play Chaser and Seeker,"
"Oh, well, we lost a Keeper and a Chaser last year, so you should try out," he replied. "Are you really that good?"
"Well, when I was in primary school, I only played Seeker, and I top in my school three years in a row, and I won the Northern England districts twice. The third time I was sick and couldn't go. But eventually I got bored with being the Seeker, so I switched to Chaser, and the last four years at Beauxbatons, I won the M.V.C. [Most Valuable Chaser] award," she explained.
"You have to try out," Harry said, "The team needsyou,"
"Okay, okay, I'll go try out," she said.
**
After lunch, Hermione went to Arithmancy, while Badria, Harry, and Ron went to Divination.
"You any good at this stuff?" Ron asked Badria on the way to class, "'Cause you won't learn anything from this old fraud,"
"I'm pretty good," she replied, "My dad believes that I have the Sight,"
"Excellent, you can help me with my homework," said Ron.
"Okay," replied Badria, giggling.
They arrived at the classroom, which was hot and steamy as usual. Professor Trelawney hadn't arrived yet. Harry, Ron, and Badria all sat in armchairs around one of the circular tables in the room. Suddenly, Seamus came over.
"Hey guys. Hey Badria, how's it going? Do you want to sit with me over there?" he asked, pointing to a table on the other side of the room.
"That's okay, I think I'll stay here by the window, so I can get some air. It's really hot in here. But thanks anyway," she replied.
"Oh ok, see you later," he said with a smile, and left. Professor Trelawney had entered the room.
"Good afternoon, children. I sense that there is someone new among us," she said.
"I sense she got the memo every other teacher got," whispered Harry, causing the three of them to dissolve in laughter. If Professor Trelawney noticed this, she didn't remark upon it.
"Ah, here she is. Miss Malcone, welcome to Hogwarts. You transferred from Beauxbatons, correct?" she asked.
"Yes, I did," Badria said, trying to keep a straight face, for Ron had just whispered, "Bet that was on the memo as well."
"Well, I hope you can keep up, because I don't know what you were up to there. We're starting Tarot cards," she said.
"Oh, we finished those ages ago. See, my father has been hiring private tutors for me for years, as well, so I'm sure I'll be fine," Badria replied. Ron and Harry were shaking, in a last ditch effort to contain their laughter.
"Private tutors? Were you having trouble with Divination?" asked Trelawney, with a smug look on her face.
"Trouble? I aced the O.W.L exam half way through my third year. Many of my old teachers believe I'm a true Seer," replied Badria, with a sneer lurking on her face.
"We'll just see about that," said Trelawny, before changing the subject abruptly.
**
After class, Badria went to find Draco, to tell him about her day. She found him at the Quidditch pitch, where Slytherin was holding try-outs. She sat down next to him on the bleachers.
"Hey stranger," he said.
"Hey .. what's up?" she asked.
"Not much .. how's Gryffindor?" he asked.
"Not all that bad, but you know, it has its faults," she replied.
"I wish you were in Slytherin," he said.
"So do I," Badria said.
"Your new friends won't accept us," Draco said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"The Slytherin's will still accept you, because they knew you before, they know how you really are. But the Gryffindors, they hate me, and I don't want them to hate you because of that," he said.
"They wouldn't do that," Badria said.
"I don't want to take the chance. We can't bee seen together in front of anyone, except Slytherins. I'll explain it to them later. So we need to put whatever's going on between us on hold," Draco said. Badria didn't know what to say. She wanted to cry. But she never cried. No, she wanted to hit someone. That would accomplish more than crying.
"Whatever," she said. That was all she could manage. She got up, and left, and didn't look back.
**
Badria sat with Harry and Ron at dinner. Hermione wasn't at dinner, she was in the library, doing research for a huge Arithmancy project. Badria sat there, thinking of what had happened. She decided not to care. If he was going to treat her like that, then he wasn't worth it. He made it sound like he was doing it for her benefit. She didn't need him to decide what was good for her, she could take care of herself. Oh well, she didn't need a boyfriend, she just wanted friends now.
"Do you go to a lot of the pro Quidditch games?" Ron asked her.
"Yeah, I go all the time. I have season passes to all of the Arrows home games, and my dad can get tickets to anything. He usually lets me go to one game a month while I'm in school. Next time I go, I'll bring you guys," she said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Sure, we can think of some excuse for you guys to go," Badria replied.
"That'll be great. I've never been to one of the pro games before," said Harry.
"Seriously? You don't know what you're missing," said Badria.
"Poor Potter's never been to a pro Quiddtich game before. He has to have have one of his rich friends get him in," said Draco, who had waltzed over to the table unannounced, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Get bent, Malfoy, at least I have friends," said Harry.
"And Weasel, who would have to sell his house for a seat at a game like that," said Draco, spite in his voice.
"Screw you, Ferret boy," replied Ron.
"Ferret boy?!? I don't think I heard this one. What happened?" asked Badria.
"Nothing," muttered Draco, whose face had turned a dark shade of red, and left.
"Wow, you actually got him to leave. No one else can do that," said Harry.
**
A/N: Well, thats the end of chapter 5. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last bit. I really appreciate it!! Also, thanks to my beta Zsenya!
Ch.5: Twisted Decisions
Badria sat on the stool, with the Sorting Hat on her head. A small voice from the inside of the hat began to speak.
"You're cunning and sly, a typical Slytherin. But wait - what's this I see? Some bravery and loyalty, now that's a typical Gryffindor. This is a tough decision .. I guess it's going to be GRYFFINDOR!!" This last word was said for all to hear. 'Gryffindor! What the hell? I have to be in Slytherin! Dad's going to be furious!' thought Badria. Her thoughts were interupted by Dumbledore.
"Congratulations Miss Malcone, Gryffindor is a wonderful house. You may go sit at your table." he said.
Badria walked over to the Gryffindor table in a daze. This couldn't be happening to her. She was a Slytherin - born and raised. When she reached the table, she was greeted by a boy who looked her age, with sandy blond hair.
"Hey, welcome to Gryffindor. I'm Seamus Finnegan, and I'm a fifth year," he said, holding out his hand to shake. Badria shook his hand.
"Hi, I'm Badria Malcone. I'm a fifth year, too," she said timidly.
"Really? That's great! I can show you around. Do you know anyone here?" he asked.
"Not in Gryffindor," Badria replied.
"Well, these are some of the fifth years. First, there's Dean," he said, pointing to a tall black boy at the end of the table, who waved to them, " and Neville," pointing to the small boy next to him, "those two," pointing to two girls, one with long brown hair, the other with blonde hair, "are Pavarti and Lavender. Now, on the other side of the table, there's Ron," who was a boy with red hair and freckles, who waved at them, "and next to him is Hermione," she had bushy brown hair, but seemed nice enough as she smiled over to them, "and last, but certainly not least, is Harry." Harry waved to them as well. 'Of course, Harry Potter, my father will *love* this. I suppose I must become friends with them if I want to have any fun here.' thought Badria.
"Hi everyone," she said, flashing them one of her million-dollar smiles. Everyone murmured their hellos. Hermione motioned for her to have a seat at her end of the table and Badria made her way over to where Hermione was sitting with Ron and Harry.
"Hi, I'm Hermione," she said, shaking Badria's hand.
"Badria. Nice to meet you," she replied.
"Hey, I'm Harry," said Harry, on the other side of her.
"And I'm Ron," said Ron, not wanting to be left out.
"Where did you transfer from?" asked Hermione.
"Beauxbatons, in France," replied Badria.
"Oh, do you know Fleur Delacour?" asked Harry, snickering as Ron started turning red.
"Yeah, she's my best friend. We were roomates, why do you ask?" asked Badria, wondering what was going on.
"Oh, no reason," replied Harry, between laughter.
"Okay .. so anyway, this is a really big surprise. I had no idea I was going to be put in Gryffindor," said Badria.
"Well, no one really knows, do they?" said Hermione, "Where did you think you would be sorted?"
"Slytherin," said Badria.
"Why would you be sorted in Slytherin, you seem so nice. Why would you *want* to be put in there?" asked Ron.
"My entire family has been sorted into Slytherin, and I went to primary school with almost all of the fifth years," she said.
"Oh .." said Ron. The three exchanged odd glances.
"Why did you come in with Malfoy?" asked Harry.
"He came home to get me, so I wouldn't have to come alone. We're really close," she said.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were friends," Hermione said.
"Yeah, but that's not really imprtant now. When do classes start?" Badria asked.
"Our first class today is Charms. It starts at 9, so we have about a half hour. After that is lunch at 11, and then you either have Artitmancy or Divination at 12 till 2. What are you taking?" Hermione asked.
"Divination. I was so disappointed that I couldn't take both. At Beauxbatons, you could take both, so I did, but Daddy says I have to take Divination. Funny thing is, he doesn't usually take stock in it, only when I'm concerned," said Badria.
"Oh, I take Arithmancy. I used to take Divination, but then I was taking too many classes, so I dropped it. I don't believe in Divination at all, anyway," she said.
"That's just because she was no good," whispered Harry.
"Haha, oh well I'm good. I was top in every class at Beauxbatons," said Badria.
"Well, Herm's top in every class here," said Ron.
"Really, well congrats, I know how much work that can be," said Badria, smiling.
"Thanks," said Hermione, "do you have to get your books for class? I can show you where everything is. I'm sure they've moved your stuff in by now."
"Really? That would be great," said Badria. The two excused themselves from the table, and left for Gryffindor Tower.
**
A few minutes later, they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"This is the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. The password is 'Pearly Gates'," Hermione said, causing the portrait to swing open. They walked through into the Gryffindor common room.
"This is the commom room, where everyone hangs out before going to bed. That door on the right leads up to the boys' dormitories, and the one on the left is to the girls'," she explained.
"You sound like a tour guide," said Badria, jokingly.
"Well, I had to explain all of this to the first years a couple weeks ago, because I'm a prefect," said Hermione.
"Oh ...I was a prefect for a couple weeks, until I had to leave," said Badria, sadly.
"Really? That must be so frustrating. I mean, you work for something, you finally get it, and then you lose it, just like that," said Hermione, "Well, you still could be named one next year. This year, there's two sixth years, Dean Thomas, and myself. I had hoped that Harry or Ron would be picked, but they get into too much trouble. Dean doesn't really know what he's doing, so you have a good chance,"
She led Badria up the winding stairs of the girls' dorms. They reached the top room, which said 'Fifth Year Girls'. They entered into a large, rectangluar room filled with windows. There were four large canopied beds, one in each corner, with crimson bed hangings around them. Hermione pointed to the one on the far side of the room, that had Badria's trunk in front of it.
"That's yours," she said, "the one opposite of it is mine, and the other two are obviously Pavarti and Lavender's,"
"I should get my books. I can unpack later," said Badria.
"Good idea. I'll help you, if you'd like," said Hermione.
"Yeah, that'd be great. So what do I need for Charms? I have all of the things off my list, but I'm not sure what's for what," asked Badria.
"You just need your book, and your wand. You'll want to carry around some spare parchment and scrolls, quills, and ink, but that's it. Did you bring a backpack?" asked Hermione.
"Yup, I bought this last night,' she said, pulling her new bag out of the trunk. In it, she put her Charms book, some scrolls, parchment, a couple quills, and some inkpots. She stuffed her wand [ 12 inches, oak, with dragon heartstring and a veela hair in it. It was very powerful. She had gotten it in France.] into the front part on it. "Okay, I think I'm ready," she said, and they left.
**
Charms proved to be an interesting first class. Professor Flitwick was very excited about having a new student in class. He spent half the class taking to Badria as the class listened. Once they started to work, Badria and Hermione paired off to work on Music Charms. When cast, they would produce a song that only the person it was cast on could hear.
After Charms was lunch. Badria sat with Hermione, Ron, and Harry again. The boys were talking about the Chuddley Cannons last game, when Badria interupted them.
"Wait a minute - do you like the Cannons Ron?" she asked.
"Yes, I do. They're my favorite team in the league," he replied.
"Are you kidding me? They're terrible! I mean, how good can you be when your motto is 'Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best'?" exclaimed Badria.
"Oh, and what team do you like?" he asked.
"Actually, I like Appleby Arrows. I might play for them after I graduate, unless Puddlemere signs me first," she said, coolly.
"You play?" asked Harry, sounding surprised.
"All my life. I was a starter for my house at Beauxbatons. In line for the captainship next year, actually," she answered.
"What position do you play? Try-outs start tomorrow," he said.
"Really?" she answered, "I would love to play here. I play Chaser and Seeker,"
"Oh, well, we lost a Keeper and a Chaser last year, so you should try out," he replied. "Are you really that good?"
"Well, when I was in primary school, I only played Seeker, and I top in my school three years in a row, and I won the Northern England districts twice. The third time I was sick and couldn't go. But eventually I got bored with being the Seeker, so I switched to Chaser, and the last four years at Beauxbatons, I won the M.V.C. [Most Valuable Chaser] award," she explained.
"You have to try out," Harry said, "The team needsyou,"
"Okay, okay, I'll go try out," she said.
**
After lunch, Hermione went to Arithmancy, while Badria, Harry, and Ron went to Divination.
"You any good at this stuff?" Ron asked Badria on the way to class, "'Cause you won't learn anything from this old fraud,"
"I'm pretty good," she replied, "My dad believes that I have the Sight,"
"Excellent, you can help me with my homework," said Ron.
"Okay," replied Badria, giggling.
They arrived at the classroom, which was hot and steamy as usual. Professor Trelawney hadn't arrived yet. Harry, Ron, and Badria all sat in armchairs around one of the circular tables in the room. Suddenly, Seamus came over.
"Hey guys. Hey Badria, how's it going? Do you want to sit with me over there?" he asked, pointing to a table on the other side of the room.
"That's okay, I think I'll stay here by the window, so I can get some air. It's really hot in here. But thanks anyway," she replied.
"Oh ok, see you later," he said with a smile, and left. Professor Trelawney had entered the room.
"Good afternoon, children. I sense that there is someone new among us," she said.
"I sense she got the memo every other teacher got," whispered Harry, causing the three of them to dissolve in laughter. If Professor Trelawney noticed this, she didn't remark upon it.
"Ah, here she is. Miss Malcone, welcome to Hogwarts. You transferred from Beauxbatons, correct?" she asked.
"Yes, I did," Badria said, trying to keep a straight face, for Ron had just whispered, "Bet that was on the memo as well."
"Well, I hope you can keep up, because I don't know what you were up to there. We're starting Tarot cards," she said.
"Oh, we finished those ages ago. See, my father has been hiring private tutors for me for years, as well, so I'm sure I'll be fine," Badria replied. Ron and Harry were shaking, in a last ditch effort to contain their laughter.
"Private tutors? Were you having trouble with Divination?" asked Trelawney, with a smug look on her face.
"Trouble? I aced the O.W.L exam half way through my third year. Many of my old teachers believe I'm a true Seer," replied Badria, with a sneer lurking on her face.
"We'll just see about that," said Trelawny, before changing the subject abruptly.
**
After class, Badria went to find Draco, to tell him about her day. She found him at the Quidditch pitch, where Slytherin was holding try-outs. She sat down next to him on the bleachers.
"Hey stranger," he said.
"Hey .. what's up?" she asked.
"Not much .. how's Gryffindor?" he asked.
"Not all that bad, but you know, it has its faults," she replied.
"I wish you were in Slytherin," he said.
"So do I," Badria said.
"Your new friends won't accept us," Draco said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"The Slytherin's will still accept you, because they knew you before, they know how you really are. But the Gryffindors, they hate me, and I don't want them to hate you because of that," he said.
"They wouldn't do that," Badria said.
"I don't want to take the chance. We can't bee seen together in front of anyone, except Slytherins. I'll explain it to them later. So we need to put whatever's going on between us on hold," Draco said. Badria didn't know what to say. She wanted to cry. But she never cried. No, she wanted to hit someone. That would accomplish more than crying.
"Whatever," she said. That was all she could manage. She got up, and left, and didn't look back.
**
Badria sat with Harry and Ron at dinner. Hermione wasn't at dinner, she was in the library, doing research for a huge Arithmancy project. Badria sat there, thinking of what had happened. She decided not to care. If he was going to treat her like that, then he wasn't worth it. He made it sound like he was doing it for her benefit. She didn't need him to decide what was good for her, she could take care of herself. Oh well, she didn't need a boyfriend, she just wanted friends now.
"Do you go to a lot of the pro Quidditch games?" Ron asked her.
"Yeah, I go all the time. I have season passes to all of the Arrows home games, and my dad can get tickets to anything. He usually lets me go to one game a month while I'm in school. Next time I go, I'll bring you guys," she said.
"Really?" he asked.
"Sure, we can think of some excuse for you guys to go," Badria replied.
"That'll be great. I've never been to one of the pro games before," said Harry.
"Seriously? You don't know what you're missing," said Badria.
"Poor Potter's never been to a pro Quiddtich game before. He has to have have one of his rich friends get him in," said Draco, who had waltzed over to the table unannounced, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Get bent, Malfoy, at least I have friends," said Harry.
"And Weasel, who would have to sell his house for a seat at a game like that," said Draco, spite in his voice.
"Screw you, Ferret boy," replied Ron.
"Ferret boy?!? I don't think I heard this one. What happened?" asked Badria.
"Nothing," muttered Draco, whose face had turned a dark shade of red, and left.
"Wow, you actually got him to leave. No one else can do that," said Harry.
**
A/N: Well, thats the end of chapter 5. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last bit. I really appreciate it!! Also, thanks to my beta Zsenya!