Disclaimer: Professor Lockhart bashing will be taken place in this chapter for a small amount of time. Draco will also be showing his brotherly side. Natasha will show her crush-on-older-guys side. If any of this shocks you beyond belief and you wish to keep the opinions on the characters as they are, please do not read further as I wouldn't want to cause an unwanted surprise of death somewhere within your idea's on these characters. No flames on the above topics please, thank you, have a nice day.

Time setting: 2 weeks before Halloween.

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Sitting down at Slytherin table, I push my bag under the seat and look at Leah. "Defense against the dark arts is the easiest class yet, other then Potions. We hardly do anything!"

She smiles, looking up from her book. "Every class is easy for you Natasha, you're like the Hermione Granger of 1st years, only you're pureblood."

"Should I take that as an insult or compliment, Leah?"

"I didn't mean to insult you, Natasha. All I am saying is that you're smart. You come from a really smart, if not oddly dark, no offense meant, family."

A smile comes in the corners of my lips and I nod. "It's all right. My parents urged me to study, they only want the best for Draco and I."

"Which is exactly what we get, don't we Natasha?" My brother's voice comes from over my head.

Tilting my head back, I see his cold silver eyes and pale lips caught in a sneer, looking down at me. Turning my head, so I can look at him properly, I smirk and nod. "Yes, or we wouldn't be here. How did Quidditch practice go?"

He doesn't answer me until he has sat down on the other side of the table. "It went great. The Gryffindor team nearly panicked when they saw the NEW brooms father bought the team and Ron tried to curse me with slugs." A smirk comes over his lips. "You should have seen his face when his wand backfired and hit him. That should show Weasley not to try and curse anyone again."

I snigger. "I knew the Wesley's were poor, but I never knew Ron's wand was bought half off as well!"

" Ron's wand got snapped when he had that run in with the Whomping Willow. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if it was, after all, the Weasleys have to many mouths to feed and to little money."

Beside Draco, Goyle and Crabbe snigger. Looking over to them, this is the first time I notice them. I don't even notice someone standing over me until I hear a voice. "Midget Malfoy is it?"

Looking up, I see Draken, my lips wanting to frown, but a small smirk coming over them instead. "Call me that again and you get a nice seat on the floor." My tone holding amusement.

Draken chuckles. "The floor is fine, as long as I am near this table."

I grin and shake my head. "Yes, you may sit here, Draken."

"Good, because I would dislike to be near the end, when the more amusing crowd is right here." He sits down, right next to me. "Would you take the honor of telling me what we are discussing, Midget? In the spirit of payment for letting you borrow my book."

A faint pink color rushes to my pale cheeks, at hearing the way he says the last part, with humor in his tone that I push back. Beside me, I can feel Leah's eyes, as well as my brothers, from across the table, on me. Still looking at Draken, I nod and smile faintly. "We were talking about how the Quidditch game went today. Draco had just told us about Weasley getting hit with his own spell." My lips curl into a smirk as I speak the last sentence.

"Oh? Which Weasley?" His lips curling into a smirk as well, imagining this. He must be visualizing this as well.

"The Weasley that hangs out with Potter and the Mudblood. You should have seen it, Draken. Ron got very defensive when I called Granger a mudblood. Even more amusing, she didn't even KNOW what it was." My brother remarks, his usual smirk remaining on his lips.

Draken sniggers. "I'm sure you'll never let them forget that. What was the spell?"

"Slugs." Leah remarks. Obviously she has been listening and not reading, during this.

"That will be jolly fun to see then, if he comes to dinner even."

"They will most likely be gone by then or he will spend the entire night in the common room. My mother cursed my uncle with that once, because he did something she didn't like. He couldn't stop puking them out until the next day and had to cancel all his errands for the day. Leah, can you please move so I can sit down?" Chelsa's voice cuts in.

Leah moves closer to my side and I scoot down automatically, bumping into Draken. Looking back over to him, I see he is calm as always. "The table can get crowded easily, at least its better then being on the edge." He mostions towards the end closest to us. Someone is carefully balancing a book next to their plate, so it won't fall off. I look down there, then back to him and away. My gaze stops on my brother, whom is smirking, at me.

"So, Natasha, how did your report that you had to borrow Drakens book for, go?"

I smile lightly, telling myself it's just a book, not anything else, so I won't blush. "It went fine. Professor Tatter gave me a high mark for it."

"That's good, father and mother will be pleased." His smirk softens to a smile for an instant, then he looks to Draken. The smirk is back on his face. "My sister doesn't often borrow books from someone unless she trusts them. Father says we should never borrow things unless we know the owners."

Draken chuckles lightly. "As I noticed, she was checking the book for booby traps and the like before I told her that it was mine."

I hold my head higher then usual and look at Draken. "The Weasleys never cease to make my life miserable with their humor. They'll get what they deserve, very soon." A smirk comes over my lips as I think about the last part.

"They won't be the greatest pranksters for long. Next year, my brother is coming in and he knows many pranks." Leah grins. "You'd like him Natasha, he is smart, clever and very cunning, even though he looks innocent."

"Like you?" I grin at her. "You got in this house, yet you think Professor Lockhart is cute, a sure sign of innocence."

My brother sneers. "Professor Lockhart is the worst teacher I have ever known. He almost always chooses Harry when he acts out his books, dull, very dull. Snape would be a far better defense against the arts teacher. He would give us valuable information at least."

"Professor Lockhart reminds me of a person who has just taken a happy potion. I am not complaining, as Defense Against the Dark Arts has been harder, in past years, or so I have heard. However, Draco is right when he says Snape would be better off for the job. Lockhart is a tad to cheery to be a dark arts teacher, I would not be surprised in the least if he exaggerated the truth in his books." Draken says, as he passes a now full sandwich platter towards me.

I shrug lightly and take the tray, serving myself as I speak. "He is the only teacher I have known, for this subject. The class is easier then I thought it would be though. Father kept telling us over the summer that that class is always meant to train the students for future fighting against Lord Voldemort and will teach us the knowledge we must depend on."

"He's not that bad, guys. I'm sure he has had a happy life, which is like a fresh breath of life for this school. Everyone but Dumbledore is so gloomy. Even most the students, when they are in class. I think Professor Lockhart is a very clever man, cheerful and clever."

"Oh Leah, your just saying that because you like him. You should start a fan club with his other fans.

"Chelsa is right, Leah. Today you were practically melting when he smiled at you."

Leah smiles faintly then looks down. When she looks up again, the smile is still on her lips, any red tint gone. "His smile is charming, like a rock stars smile."

"If he had an instrument and proper singing voice, I bet you would be throwing you're knickers on the stage, like a muggle." I smirk.

Crabbe and Goyle snicker at my comment. Across from me, Draco smirks. Next to me, Draken raises an eyebrow lightly. Leah's cheeks become a rose tint and Chelsa snickers. I take this moment to start eating.

Lunch passing quickly, I pull my bag from out of the seat and rise from the bench. "Bye Draken, Draco, Goyle and Crabbe. Come on Leah and Chelsa."

"Bye Midget and midgets friends."

"Goodbye Natasha. Can you stop by the boy's dormitory tonight? Mum gave me something to give to you."

I raise an eyebrow lightly, then nod. "All right, I'll come by after I do my school work."

Leah and Chelsa join me. As we enter the hall, Leah elbows me in the side hard. "Eh?! What was that for?" I look at her.

She smirks. "For making the knickers comment in there."

On my other side, Chelsa sniggers. "I personally thought it was funny. Muggles do that you know."

I nod. A sneer coming over my lips. "Pitiful really. Making ninnies out of themselves by throwing their knickers on the stage. The musicians obviously like that. Yet another pathetic muggle tradition I suppose."

Leah raises her head higher and hmmprhs. "Well I am not and never will be muggle. Although, I dare say you would throw your knickers on stage if it was Draken Thag up there."

Chelsa grins and elbows me. "Yeah Tasha. We saw that look on your face when he sat next to you."

I smirk, forcing myself not to blush openly. "He's a friend-"

"A handsome.."

"Older..."

"Charming....."

"Friend."

Leah smirks at me, finishing the sentance her and Chelsa were saying. "Now who is blushing?"

I look at them, forcing the rose tint that is appearing in my cheeks back. "All I shall say is, he is very cute."

"That works for us, doesn't it, Chelsa?"

"Yes indeed. Now, we only need to find you a handsome crush, Leah."

I grin. "Yes, you need a very strong, handsome, perhaps older then you, male."

"Which I shall find on my own, without you two's help. I do not even wish to think about what you would try and hook me up with." Leah remarks.

Chelsa and I grin. Leah smirks at us. Then the three of us go up the stairs and to our next class.