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Well, no one reviewed my last chapter either, so here's a new one! Please, even if you leave as much as allowed blank, review! It lets me know how many people are reading this. If so few are, I might as well stop posting until enough people want to read it. Anyways, I know more people are reading than review, and that's a small comfort. I hope you like this.
Sidhe Suave les Slytherins
At approximately four o'clock in the afternoon, Harry realized he was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, with absolutely no idea what he had been doing for the past half hour. He was not the only one; nearly half the school was experiencing this strange blank spot. Tiny, vague pieces came to his mind, and he remembered some sort of beautiful, terrifying presence somewhere outside, but that was all he really knew. Sensibly, he reasoned that it must have been something really important, and the witnesses had had Memory charms placed on them; an unusually logical explanation.
In the Slytherin commons, the same scenario was taking place. Galatea looked into the fire, glaring especially coldly, Draco repressed his temper with that unique, refined manner of his, Sidhe shrugged it off after an otherwise hilarious moment or two of apparent bewilderment. Voletta was nowhere to be found; it was later discovered that she was sleeping.
Sidhe was bored. She had no schoolwork, no extra curricular activities, no one to hang out with.yet. 'That's the ticket!' she thought. 'I'll just make some new friends.Hmm.Interhouse relations seem a bit strained. I think those Gryffindors look interesting enough.' And off she set, determined to befriend her house's foes.
Since Harry was obviously the most famous, intriguing, least likely candidate, he was the Celtic girl's first victim. Being clever as she was, she headed straight to the Quidditch pitch.
Above her was a tiny figure on a broomstick, whizzing about rapidly. Apparently, she would have to get his attention. Sidhe's petite figure swelled as she took in a deep breath.
"Oi! You up there! I wanna talk to you!" she shouted. The person in the air swerved, startled, and then dove straight at her. Of course, Harry intended to stop, but his broom's brakes were a little worn, and he would have impaled her through the chest had she not sensed her danger and, hair fanning back, telekinetically froze him in the air, millimeters away from her skin. Harry promptly fell off his broom.
"Ow." He stated.
"Sorry. Me name's Sidhe. Yours?" she replied, holding out her hand, with that friendly, broad grin of hers. Harry looked confused for a moment, before cautiously taking her hand.
"Harry. Harry Potter. Nice to.meet you." And they did shake hands. And Sidhe said unto Harry:
"Thou shalt not have prejudice against me for the nature of my house." And Harry did not have prejudice against her for the nature of her house...Yeah.
Harry was very confused as Sidhe completely ignored his scar, and acted as though she had previously had no idea who he was. Which was partially true. She did know who he was, but only because everyone talked about him. She didn't know he was a celebrity, and she didn't know his story. Only as the most popular boy in Hogwarts did she know him, and for this Harry was grateful.
"So my brother is magical too, but since he declined to go to Hogwarts so he could take care of my sister and myself, he's not really a wizard. Now my sister, she's another story. She's a little better than a squib! The reason you don't see her around is that she's so poor in magic that she's in the Special Ed. class. As a muggle, she's a genius, but her magic.it's abominable, and she has trouble understanding some of the concepts. See? What about your family?" Sidhe finished eagerly. Harry hesitated.
"Er.Well.I live with my aunt and uncle, and their son Dudley. It's a place to stay, I guess, but I wish they'd hire a summer maid or something; I've got a life, you know!" he told her. She nodded, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she took initiative.
"Well, how come you don't live with your mum and dad?" asked the athletic girl.
"They're dead." Harry said flatly. Sidhe frowned a little.
"Oh. Sorry. How'd they die?" She asked, straightforward and genuine. Harry, it seemed, kept his emotions about the incident closer to the surface than he knew.
"I.It's.You really don't know? I'm Harry-fucking-Potter, for chrissakes! You mean to say you honestly don't know about me? I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived! The celebrity! Scar Boy!" Apparently, Harry didn't believe for a second that she didn't know about him. Nodding, with a frown, Sidhe said,
"It appears you have been holding this all in for a very long time, Harry. Would you like to lie down and talk about it?" was her clinical inquiry.
"No! No I don't! It's just like you, a-a-a *Slytherin* to go so low as this! Asking about my sodding parents! You can bloody well go bugger off! And you want to know? I killed my parents! I did! If they had just left me and run away, they would be alive. They could have lived and had another kid just like me! See? I killed them! I'm the reason they're dead! I just wish.I wish it were me instead of them." He trailed off, angry tears shining his eyes. Sidhe was taken aback by this sudden outburst, but, as was her nature, she shrugged it off with a little humour. An unwise decision.
" I see. And why do you think you feel that way, Harry?" asked Sidhe in the same professional manner as before. Harry took this to mean that Sidhe did not care for his woes, and promptly stormed away angrily.
"Well that didn't go quite as well as expected. Right-O then! Next victim!" She said brightly, and walked off in search of suitable prey.er, friends. Next on the list was Hermione Granger. She was an easy target, as she was by far the most open-minded of the 'Dream Team.'
In the library, Hermione sat poring over several heavy tomes, the pages yellowed with age. Behind her was a bookshelf, and through this bookshelf peered two mischievous, iridescent pale eyes. Iridescent, actually, was a very good way to describe Sidhe's eyes, as they shimmered in different colors, never the same way twice.
Hermione started and looked up as a loud smack sounded when Sidhe dropped her own huge book on the table. She grinned warmly.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind my studying here. I don't like the absence of civilization in the rest of the castle. What with Samhain so close, it's no wonder my entire house is off in Hogsmeade; looking for costumes no doubt. What brings you here this lovely Friday afternoon? I'm Sidhe, by the way. What's your name?" she stuck out her hand, as was her habit when meeting someone. Hermione blinked once, then smiled and shook Sidhe's warm, dry hand.
"I'm Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you. I figured I might as well do some background research on Muggle 'magick.' Interesting really, how they'll believe coincidence to be magical." Sidhe's friendly look dropped immediately. Magick was a sensitive subject for her, as she practiced Wicca.
"I hardly think it's coincidence at all. I think that these Muggles who practice it have, for the most part, harnessed the power, the energy available to all of us. Just because they don't have an individual, completely self-contained source like us doesn't mean they aren't capable of magick. I believe that really, magick is more true than magic!" She paused for a moment. Hermione looked confused. Sidhe realized her mistake after a moment. "Magick with a 'k' at the end is a way of differentiating it from illusionary magic and wizardry. Of course, you can't really hear it so.I'll just call it Wicca, okay? Anyway! I mean, it you look at it, Wicca came long before any of our practices. Only when it was discovered that some of us were much more powerful than others, and didn't necessarily need to coincide with nature's cycles did wizardry and witchcraft separate. Soon after the distinction came these wizards denouncing the Magickal abilities of these so-called Muggles, and here we are today. I know Muggle Wiccans who are more adept than professors at this school! You'd better take all this into consideration. When you do, you'll have a much clearer view on things" A pause ". .Umm.Sorry about that outburst. I get a little upset with people disparaging Wicca and related belief systems." Silence. Hermione cleared her throat after a moment of thought.
"Well, I suppose if you look at it that way. I bet Professor Binns would give me an extra high score if I added something about.Er.How do I put it. You know, Wiccan Witches. Like our kind that still practice the old way? Well.I dunno how to put it. But I think that is a valid point." said the bushy-haired girl. Sidhe finally allowed a smile.
"Good idea. Say, you're doing the advanced HoM too? I thought only Draco and myself were doing that. We finished our papers the first night. It was a little difficult to edit them; we cut out nearly half of our papers to make it within a yard of the requirement. Er.A meter.or whatever.something like that." said Sidhe. "I'm sorry, I transferred here from the Salem Witch's Institute in America. I've picked up a lot of Brit slang though, and I've only been here for a month! I grew up in Seattle; my grandparents immigrated from Ireland. I'm only here because my older brother though it would be better if I went to Hogwarts, since it's ratings are the best in (That one book about schools Hem was reading in GoF). Say, have you ever been to the States? It's great fun. If I go home on the holidays, you should come with me and see the sights! Oh, the International district in Seattle is so much fun! There's this Japanese restaurant that's just lovely! The miso soup is the best I've ever had. Then there's this huge Asian supermarket called Uwajimaya, and they've got some really cool stuff. Within Uwajimaya, though, is the best part: The bookstore! It's Kinokuniya, and it's a chain. I went to one in San Francisco. They sell all sorts of books in several languages, including English! I love it there. I bought some manga there. Manga's Japanese comics, you know. I love the stuff. Oh, and they've got some anime videos and books called How to Draw Manga; it's a brilliant series, although I daresay I hardly need them. And the art supplies! They've got tones and erasers and pencils and lead and Copics! Oh, Copics are the best! I doubt I could live with out them. Yes, there was an anime convention a couple years back and I remember drawing something for a fan art contest." Sidhe went on and on, and although really most of it was about her home and family and not much else, Hermione found herself very interested in the American's life, and listened quietly.
After a bit more than twenty minutes of this monologue, Sidhe paused and said, "So, what about you, Hermione?" and somehow Hermione found enough words to go on just as Sidhe had. Soon after, Ron and Harry wandered into the library to see them laughing together. Sidhe had just finished telling her the story of her little sister's third birthday. It had been a wonderfully disastrous event. With their amazing skills of multi-tasking, they also managed to finish Hermione's essay, and Sidhe had done a three- foot extra credit essay for transfiguration, her worst subject.
Harry stopped abruptly upon sighting the two girls. He filled with anger once more at her 'callous treatment' as he had said to Ron.
"That's her. The Slytherin I was telling you about. They're really all the same, I'm telling you. Might seem different but they're all just out to hurt anyone they can! I know it! I know!" Harry grew more and more agitated, and Ron grew more and more concerned for his friend, until finally red snaps of anger shone before his eyes and he launched himself at Sidhe.
Hermione giggled, then looked behind Sidhe just in time to see the seething Ron come at Sidhe.
"Sidhe! Look out!" She cried. Sidhe smiled serenely.
"I know." said she. Ron seemed to smack into an invisible wall when he was within an arm's length of Sidhe, who turned around quite slowly to look at Ron as though she were quite surprised.
" Well, hello. What seems to be the matter, Ronald Weasley?" said Sidhe amicably. He snarled and once more dove forward, hands out, ready to throttle the girl. Luckily, it seemed for Ron, Sidhe had taken down her shield. However, she had other plans. Grabbing Hermione and Harry, Sidhe shut her eyes and blocked out Ron's tight grasp around her throat to concentrate on the Quidditch pitch. When they suddenly appeared there, Hermione gasped, Harry scowled, and Ron nearly didn't notice.
Sidhe grasped Ron's wrists and quickly flipped him over onto his back before leaping away and crouching in a fighting position. The redhead scrambled to his feet and put his fists up. Smirking, Sidhe gestured for him to attack. He did, coming at her with swinging fist. She remained with that serene look on her face and swiftly ducked down to kick Ron's feet from under him. Lacking her technical skill, Ron fell on his back, rather than springing off the ground, as a more advanced fighter would have. Now Ron spat insults at her.
"You Slytherin bitch! How dare you ask Harry about that! I bet you're one of them! You're like-You're like Draco and his bloody father! You're probably a death eater! Why I wouldn't be surprised if you were Voldemort's little whore, you wench! It's not even-" He yelped like a puppy before falling once more to the ground, unconscious. Sidhe had punched him square in the face, enraged by Ron's accusations and assumptions about herself and Draco. Really, she couldn't stand prejudices based on one's roots. It was not family history or house or even past mistakes that mattered. It only mattered that you were different. If you truly were a different person, then people had no right to assume what you're like, or what your actions would be.
"Don't think I'm a Death Eater for my relations to Voldemort, I'm not getting paid either, so don't call me a whore. I prefer the term slut. And DO NOT under ANY circumstances blame Draco for his father's actions!" It looked like Ron had really gotten under Sidhe's skin.
Harry and Hermione were shocked. Never in a million years would they have imagined a pretty sixteen-year-old girl actually inviting the Dark Lord himself into her bed. Secretly Harry thought that it was not her choice at all, and felt pity for her, but Hermione felt that Sidhe had a right to sleep with whomever she wanted, even if it was the most horrible, evil person the world had ever seen. Also, she thought back to the train, with Mirabelle. Hadn't she said not to blame Draco for what his father's done to him? It appeared that Lucius Malfoy had a lot of 'splainin' to do.
Later that evening, Harry and Sidhe had made up, and Hermione was pondering silently. Suddenly, she looked and Sidhe and asked,
"Why would you sleep with someone as ugly as Voldemort?" and immediately cringed, wishing she hadn't asked that, for fear of her life. Or something. Instead, Sidhe looked thoughtful for a moment, looking across the dark lawn of the castle.
"He isn't Voldemort when we're together. I hate Voldemort. No, my love is for Tom Riddle. He's very handsome, much like Harry here, actually. They could be related, except for Tom's cream white skin and strange, cedar eyes. They're nearly red, you know. He's very nice to me, and rarely speaks ill of anyone. He's a loving boy, and I think that had it not been for.um.. stuff, he could have been the greatest man the world has ever known, another Albus Dumbledore or James Potter! Harry, Hermione, he feels dreadful about what he does as Voldemort, but he cannot help it. It's as though.something is controlling him. But he told me it's not like Imperius, oh no. He's perfectly aware of everything. He knows exactly what he wants to say and do, and every sensation is perfectly clear, but he cannot make himself do what he wants; he cannot be what he wants to when he's like that. I've seen him struggle against whatever's got him, and you can hardly tell, but his eyes flicker. The very color changes! I met him when he was allowed to be just Tom, and I do love him, truly, with all my heart and soul. And besides," Sidhe said with a smirk, "You should see him in bed. He's incredible!" And they laughed, and ate Pocky, and had a good time.
And in a window, far above them, there was a pair of dangerous cold blue eyes glaring down, before their owner turned, and, with a flash of blonde hair, disappeared into the dungeons.
Ha ha! Oh, and Sidhe did save the Slytherins! But, you have to figure out how! Anyways, I had fun with this chapter. And yes, I will get back to Draco, and he and Harry will get together eventually. I'm working on it! PLEASE REVIEW!*sniff* I'm pathetic, I know.
Well, no one reviewed my last chapter either, so here's a new one! Please, even if you leave as much as allowed blank, review! It lets me know how many people are reading this. If so few are, I might as well stop posting until enough people want to read it. Anyways, I know more people are reading than review, and that's a small comfort. I hope you like this.
Sidhe Suave les Slytherins
At approximately four o'clock in the afternoon, Harry realized he was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, with absolutely no idea what he had been doing for the past half hour. He was not the only one; nearly half the school was experiencing this strange blank spot. Tiny, vague pieces came to his mind, and he remembered some sort of beautiful, terrifying presence somewhere outside, but that was all he really knew. Sensibly, he reasoned that it must have been something really important, and the witnesses had had Memory charms placed on them; an unusually logical explanation.
In the Slytherin commons, the same scenario was taking place. Galatea looked into the fire, glaring especially coldly, Draco repressed his temper with that unique, refined manner of his, Sidhe shrugged it off after an otherwise hilarious moment or two of apparent bewilderment. Voletta was nowhere to be found; it was later discovered that she was sleeping.
Sidhe was bored. She had no schoolwork, no extra curricular activities, no one to hang out with.yet. 'That's the ticket!' she thought. 'I'll just make some new friends.Hmm.Interhouse relations seem a bit strained. I think those Gryffindors look interesting enough.' And off she set, determined to befriend her house's foes.
Since Harry was obviously the most famous, intriguing, least likely candidate, he was the Celtic girl's first victim. Being clever as she was, she headed straight to the Quidditch pitch.
Above her was a tiny figure on a broomstick, whizzing about rapidly. Apparently, she would have to get his attention. Sidhe's petite figure swelled as she took in a deep breath.
"Oi! You up there! I wanna talk to you!" she shouted. The person in the air swerved, startled, and then dove straight at her. Of course, Harry intended to stop, but his broom's brakes were a little worn, and he would have impaled her through the chest had she not sensed her danger and, hair fanning back, telekinetically froze him in the air, millimeters away from her skin. Harry promptly fell off his broom.
"Ow." He stated.
"Sorry. Me name's Sidhe. Yours?" she replied, holding out her hand, with that friendly, broad grin of hers. Harry looked confused for a moment, before cautiously taking her hand.
"Harry. Harry Potter. Nice to.meet you." And they did shake hands. And Sidhe said unto Harry:
"Thou shalt not have prejudice against me for the nature of my house." And Harry did not have prejudice against her for the nature of her house...Yeah.
Harry was very confused as Sidhe completely ignored his scar, and acted as though she had previously had no idea who he was. Which was partially true. She did know who he was, but only because everyone talked about him. She didn't know he was a celebrity, and she didn't know his story. Only as the most popular boy in Hogwarts did she know him, and for this Harry was grateful.
"So my brother is magical too, but since he declined to go to Hogwarts so he could take care of my sister and myself, he's not really a wizard. Now my sister, she's another story. She's a little better than a squib! The reason you don't see her around is that she's so poor in magic that she's in the Special Ed. class. As a muggle, she's a genius, but her magic.it's abominable, and she has trouble understanding some of the concepts. See? What about your family?" Sidhe finished eagerly. Harry hesitated.
"Er.Well.I live with my aunt and uncle, and their son Dudley. It's a place to stay, I guess, but I wish they'd hire a summer maid or something; I've got a life, you know!" he told her. She nodded, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, she took initiative.
"Well, how come you don't live with your mum and dad?" asked the athletic girl.
"They're dead." Harry said flatly. Sidhe frowned a little.
"Oh. Sorry. How'd they die?" She asked, straightforward and genuine. Harry, it seemed, kept his emotions about the incident closer to the surface than he knew.
"I.It's.You really don't know? I'm Harry-fucking-Potter, for chrissakes! You mean to say you honestly don't know about me? I'm the bloody Boy Who Lived! The celebrity! Scar Boy!" Apparently, Harry didn't believe for a second that she didn't know about him. Nodding, with a frown, Sidhe said,
"It appears you have been holding this all in for a very long time, Harry. Would you like to lie down and talk about it?" was her clinical inquiry.
"No! No I don't! It's just like you, a-a-a *Slytherin* to go so low as this! Asking about my sodding parents! You can bloody well go bugger off! And you want to know? I killed my parents! I did! If they had just left me and run away, they would be alive. They could have lived and had another kid just like me! See? I killed them! I'm the reason they're dead! I just wish.I wish it were me instead of them." He trailed off, angry tears shining his eyes. Sidhe was taken aback by this sudden outburst, but, as was her nature, she shrugged it off with a little humour. An unwise decision.
" I see. And why do you think you feel that way, Harry?" asked Sidhe in the same professional manner as before. Harry took this to mean that Sidhe did not care for his woes, and promptly stormed away angrily.
"Well that didn't go quite as well as expected. Right-O then! Next victim!" She said brightly, and walked off in search of suitable prey.er, friends. Next on the list was Hermione Granger. She was an easy target, as she was by far the most open-minded of the 'Dream Team.'
In the library, Hermione sat poring over several heavy tomes, the pages yellowed with age. Behind her was a bookshelf, and through this bookshelf peered two mischievous, iridescent pale eyes. Iridescent, actually, was a very good way to describe Sidhe's eyes, as they shimmered in different colors, never the same way twice.
Hermione started and looked up as a loud smack sounded when Sidhe dropped her own huge book on the table. She grinned warmly.
"Hello. I hope you don't mind my studying here. I don't like the absence of civilization in the rest of the castle. What with Samhain so close, it's no wonder my entire house is off in Hogsmeade; looking for costumes no doubt. What brings you here this lovely Friday afternoon? I'm Sidhe, by the way. What's your name?" she stuck out her hand, as was her habit when meeting someone. Hermione blinked once, then smiled and shook Sidhe's warm, dry hand.
"I'm Hermione Granger, pleasure to meet you. I figured I might as well do some background research on Muggle 'magick.' Interesting really, how they'll believe coincidence to be magical." Sidhe's friendly look dropped immediately. Magick was a sensitive subject for her, as she practiced Wicca.
"I hardly think it's coincidence at all. I think that these Muggles who practice it have, for the most part, harnessed the power, the energy available to all of us. Just because they don't have an individual, completely self-contained source like us doesn't mean they aren't capable of magick. I believe that really, magick is more true than magic!" She paused for a moment. Hermione looked confused. Sidhe realized her mistake after a moment. "Magick with a 'k' at the end is a way of differentiating it from illusionary magic and wizardry. Of course, you can't really hear it so.I'll just call it Wicca, okay? Anyway! I mean, it you look at it, Wicca came long before any of our practices. Only when it was discovered that some of us were much more powerful than others, and didn't necessarily need to coincide with nature's cycles did wizardry and witchcraft separate. Soon after the distinction came these wizards denouncing the Magickal abilities of these so-called Muggles, and here we are today. I know Muggle Wiccans who are more adept than professors at this school! You'd better take all this into consideration. When you do, you'll have a much clearer view on things" A pause ". .Umm.Sorry about that outburst. I get a little upset with people disparaging Wicca and related belief systems." Silence. Hermione cleared her throat after a moment of thought.
"Well, I suppose if you look at it that way. I bet Professor Binns would give me an extra high score if I added something about.Er.How do I put it. You know, Wiccan Witches. Like our kind that still practice the old way? Well.I dunno how to put it. But I think that is a valid point." said the bushy-haired girl. Sidhe finally allowed a smile.
"Good idea. Say, you're doing the advanced HoM too? I thought only Draco and myself were doing that. We finished our papers the first night. It was a little difficult to edit them; we cut out nearly half of our papers to make it within a yard of the requirement. Er.A meter.or whatever.something like that." said Sidhe. "I'm sorry, I transferred here from the Salem Witch's Institute in America. I've picked up a lot of Brit slang though, and I've only been here for a month! I grew up in Seattle; my grandparents immigrated from Ireland. I'm only here because my older brother though it would be better if I went to Hogwarts, since it's ratings are the best in (That one book about schools Hem was reading in GoF). Say, have you ever been to the States? It's great fun. If I go home on the holidays, you should come with me and see the sights! Oh, the International district in Seattle is so much fun! There's this Japanese restaurant that's just lovely! The miso soup is the best I've ever had. Then there's this huge Asian supermarket called Uwajimaya, and they've got some really cool stuff. Within Uwajimaya, though, is the best part: The bookstore! It's Kinokuniya, and it's a chain. I went to one in San Francisco. They sell all sorts of books in several languages, including English! I love it there. I bought some manga there. Manga's Japanese comics, you know. I love the stuff. Oh, and they've got some anime videos and books called How to Draw Manga; it's a brilliant series, although I daresay I hardly need them. And the art supplies! They've got tones and erasers and pencils and lead and Copics! Oh, Copics are the best! I doubt I could live with out them. Yes, there was an anime convention a couple years back and I remember drawing something for a fan art contest." Sidhe went on and on, and although really most of it was about her home and family and not much else, Hermione found herself very interested in the American's life, and listened quietly.
After a bit more than twenty minutes of this monologue, Sidhe paused and said, "So, what about you, Hermione?" and somehow Hermione found enough words to go on just as Sidhe had. Soon after, Ron and Harry wandered into the library to see them laughing together. Sidhe had just finished telling her the story of her little sister's third birthday. It had been a wonderfully disastrous event. With their amazing skills of multi-tasking, they also managed to finish Hermione's essay, and Sidhe had done a three- foot extra credit essay for transfiguration, her worst subject.
Harry stopped abruptly upon sighting the two girls. He filled with anger once more at her 'callous treatment' as he had said to Ron.
"That's her. The Slytherin I was telling you about. They're really all the same, I'm telling you. Might seem different but they're all just out to hurt anyone they can! I know it! I know!" Harry grew more and more agitated, and Ron grew more and more concerned for his friend, until finally red snaps of anger shone before his eyes and he launched himself at Sidhe.
Hermione giggled, then looked behind Sidhe just in time to see the seething Ron come at Sidhe.
"Sidhe! Look out!" She cried. Sidhe smiled serenely.
"I know." said she. Ron seemed to smack into an invisible wall when he was within an arm's length of Sidhe, who turned around quite slowly to look at Ron as though she were quite surprised.
" Well, hello. What seems to be the matter, Ronald Weasley?" said Sidhe amicably. He snarled and once more dove forward, hands out, ready to throttle the girl. Luckily, it seemed for Ron, Sidhe had taken down her shield. However, she had other plans. Grabbing Hermione and Harry, Sidhe shut her eyes and blocked out Ron's tight grasp around her throat to concentrate on the Quidditch pitch. When they suddenly appeared there, Hermione gasped, Harry scowled, and Ron nearly didn't notice.
Sidhe grasped Ron's wrists and quickly flipped him over onto his back before leaping away and crouching in a fighting position. The redhead scrambled to his feet and put his fists up. Smirking, Sidhe gestured for him to attack. He did, coming at her with swinging fist. She remained with that serene look on her face and swiftly ducked down to kick Ron's feet from under him. Lacking her technical skill, Ron fell on his back, rather than springing off the ground, as a more advanced fighter would have. Now Ron spat insults at her.
"You Slytherin bitch! How dare you ask Harry about that! I bet you're one of them! You're like-You're like Draco and his bloody father! You're probably a death eater! Why I wouldn't be surprised if you were Voldemort's little whore, you wench! It's not even-" He yelped like a puppy before falling once more to the ground, unconscious. Sidhe had punched him square in the face, enraged by Ron's accusations and assumptions about herself and Draco. Really, she couldn't stand prejudices based on one's roots. It was not family history or house or even past mistakes that mattered. It only mattered that you were different. If you truly were a different person, then people had no right to assume what you're like, or what your actions would be.
"Don't think I'm a Death Eater for my relations to Voldemort, I'm not getting paid either, so don't call me a whore. I prefer the term slut. And DO NOT under ANY circumstances blame Draco for his father's actions!" It looked like Ron had really gotten under Sidhe's skin.
Harry and Hermione were shocked. Never in a million years would they have imagined a pretty sixteen-year-old girl actually inviting the Dark Lord himself into her bed. Secretly Harry thought that it was not her choice at all, and felt pity for her, but Hermione felt that Sidhe had a right to sleep with whomever she wanted, even if it was the most horrible, evil person the world had ever seen. Also, she thought back to the train, with Mirabelle. Hadn't she said not to blame Draco for what his father's done to him? It appeared that Lucius Malfoy had a lot of 'splainin' to do.
Later that evening, Harry and Sidhe had made up, and Hermione was pondering silently. Suddenly, she looked and Sidhe and asked,
"Why would you sleep with someone as ugly as Voldemort?" and immediately cringed, wishing she hadn't asked that, for fear of her life. Or something. Instead, Sidhe looked thoughtful for a moment, looking across the dark lawn of the castle.
"He isn't Voldemort when we're together. I hate Voldemort. No, my love is for Tom Riddle. He's very handsome, much like Harry here, actually. They could be related, except for Tom's cream white skin and strange, cedar eyes. They're nearly red, you know. He's very nice to me, and rarely speaks ill of anyone. He's a loving boy, and I think that had it not been for.um.. stuff, he could have been the greatest man the world has ever known, another Albus Dumbledore or James Potter! Harry, Hermione, he feels dreadful about what he does as Voldemort, but he cannot help it. It's as though.something is controlling him. But he told me it's not like Imperius, oh no. He's perfectly aware of everything. He knows exactly what he wants to say and do, and every sensation is perfectly clear, but he cannot make himself do what he wants; he cannot be what he wants to when he's like that. I've seen him struggle against whatever's got him, and you can hardly tell, but his eyes flicker. The very color changes! I met him when he was allowed to be just Tom, and I do love him, truly, with all my heart and soul. And besides," Sidhe said with a smirk, "You should see him in bed. He's incredible!" And they laughed, and ate Pocky, and had a good time.
And in a window, far above them, there was a pair of dangerous cold blue eyes glaring down, before their owner turned, and, with a flash of blonde hair, disappeared into the dungeons.
Ha ha! Oh, and Sidhe did save the Slytherins! But, you have to figure out how! Anyways, I had fun with this chapter. And yes, I will get back to Draco, and he and Harry will get together eventually. I'm working on it! PLEASE REVIEW!*sniff* I'm pathetic, I know.