----Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Charmed. I only own Paris
Turner. Notes: ^^Thoughts^^, ~Premonitions~, and Telepathic Speaking.
Notes: Harry and his gang are 17 as well as Paris, and Wyatt is 16.---
Chapter Two: Stress And Relaxation
Paris held her laughter as she entered DADA class. The sight of her mother, aunts and uncle in robes was just way to hilarious for her to keep in. So she let out a burst of laughter; receiving glares from her family members. Piper glared at her niece and shook her finger at her. Paris just smiled innocently, and took a seat next to Harry.
For some odd reason Paris had been sitting next to Harry each class period. Paris didn't notice that she was doing so, but others around her had; not that they were against it or anything. Hermione though wondered if Paris liked her friend. She could tell there was attraction on both sides, and she remembered the day they had met the young witch. The two had shared a moment before they had even said a word. Hermione could tell that Harry thought the girl was very attractive, after all Hermione had known Harry for quite some time and they were best friends. In the end Hermione concluded that they would make a cute couple and secretly hoped that Harry and Paris would be just that; a couple. Harry after all had been growing distant through the years because of all the attacks from he-who-must-not- be-named. So he tried to separate himself from his friends as much as possible. For their safety he did so, and Hermione wished that he could see that he needed them to help him, just as they needed him.
Little did Hermione know that it was not attraction that brought Paris to Mr. Potter's side. It was this overwhelming feeling of protection that brought her to him. She had this strange urge that he needed her, and she wouldn't turn away from her feelings. She knew that if she felt one way there was a good reason for it, and that was why she stayed at Harry's side.
When everyone entered the room, class began. "Welcome to DADA." Leo greeted the students. "I'm Professor Wyatt, and these are my colleges Professor Halliwell," He gestured to Piper, "Professor Mathews," He motioned to Paige "And Professor Halliwell." He motioned toward Phoebe. "The three of them are known as the Charmed ones, and I am their whitelighter." He told the class.
"But before we begin," Piper started. "Does anyone know what the job of a Charmed one is?"
Immediately the bookworm Hermione raised her hand. Piper nodded to her "Yes, Ms. Granger."
"The Charmed ones protect innocents from demons, warlocks and other evil beings." Hermione stated matter of factly.
"Correct." Piper smiled. "Twenty points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled triumphantly at the earning of points for her house.
"Now can anyone tell me what a whitelighter is?" Paige questioned the students. Again Hermione's hand popped up as well as Wyatt's. Paige smiled at her nephew "Wyatt?"
"A whitelighter watches over witches. They're like an angel except mortal but only to the arrows of a dark lighter." Wyatt stated happily, receiving a proud smile from his father.
"Good, another twenty points to Gryffindor." Paige smiled.
"So now you know what we are, are there any questions?" Phoebe asked looking around the class filled with students.
Many hands flew into the air from the students with questions for the four. The four Professors smiled at the interest the students had in their work. It felt good that they were finally being recognized for what they did, but you wouldn't hear them complaining; at least not at the moment. Piper pointed to a girl from Slytherin with brown hair and dark blue eyes. "Yes?"
"What are your powers?" the girl asked.
"Well," Piper began; she looked over at one of the windows and waved her hands. At her gesture it exploded with slivers of glass, wood and stone flying into the room. But with another wave of her hands the pieces of debris stopped and stood still in mid air. She continued "I can explode things and freeze time."
Leo immediately went to the broken window and mended it with his powers. "I can heal people and things; also I can shape shift and orb, which is going from one place to the other."
"Can you show us?" a voice of one of the students asked.
Leo nodded and in a burst of blue and white lights he vanished. Then in the entrance to the doorway the lights appeared again and Leo reappeared in the classroom.
Paige then took that as a cue for her explanation. "I can orb, shape shift, heal, and also call an object to me. Like this." She looked at one of the books a student in the front of the classroom had laying on the desk. "Book." Paige commanded and in an array of blue and white lights the book materialized in her hand. Once she had the book she walked over and returned it to the student it belonged to.
Everyone looked to Phoebe now and she gave them a smile. "I have premonitions, which means I can see the past or future. Also I can levitate." Feeling the need to show off a little, Phoebe began to come off the ground. When she reached about three feet off of the floor she lowered her feet back to the ground.
"Wicked." Ron smiled, and Hermione nodded in agreement.
As the new DADA teachers began to instruct the students about demons, and other dark creatures Paris felt the heat of a stare on her. She turned her attention to the heat and found herself locking eyes with Draco Malfoy. Her brown pools gazed into his gray ones. Neither turned their eyes away from the other, it was only the voice of Phoebe calling on the two for their attention. Instantly the two looked at the professor who gave them a look that said 'pay attention', and they did.
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Classes had ended and everyone sat in the Gryffindor common room studying. Wyatt and Ginny, who had become rather close, were working on a project they had for potions class. Hermione was helping Ron with transfiguration homework that Professor McGonagall had assigned. The four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Paris, had a major test in that class coming up on Friday.
Paris had finished her school work and went to her room to change. She felt in the mood for some Tai kwon do, after her encounter with that young man in her dreams she felt that something was coming and she needed to be prepared. She pulled on a pair of gray sweat pants, and a white tank top, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail and exited the room. As she reached the door that lead to the Hallway, she was stopped by Wyatt.
"Where ya going Pear?" He asked using a nickname he had came up with when he was younger. He was the only one that called her that, and the only one she would ever allow to do so.
"Out." She told him.
"Okay." He said; he was used to one word answers from her. Besides if she was in trouble he could sense her immediately and go to her rescue; not that she needed it.
With that she left the commons, when she entered the hall she shimmered out onto the Quidditch field. It was silent, with only the sounds of the night. No noisy traffic or construction like back in the city; just peaceful sounds.
Immediately Paris took off her shoes, and began to stretch. After about twenty minutes of stretching and some other warm ups, she positioned herself into a normal fighting stance. Her legs spread out, and her knees bent and her body turned at an angle with her arms bent at the elbow, she began a routine of kicks and punches.
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Draco let out a loud sigh, when he had finally finished his homework. He then went to his room, changed into something more comfortable, and got his broom. He left the room and exited the commons without any questions from his fellow Slytherins. He walked through the hallways that lead out of the castle and then treaded along the path that lead to the Quidditch field. He needed some relaxation time and what better than practicing his moves in peace.
As he reached the field he was surprised to see a figure moving in the darkness. He moved toward it slowly, and as he neared it he was able to make out the figure. It was Paris, and she was practicing some sort of defensive moves. He watched her in fascination, the way her body moved as one with each motion. Draco had seen others practice this type of fighting but none had seemed so graceful. He smiled as he watched her. The way Paris made it look like a dance, a dance of predator and prey.
He moved in closer, and then suddenly was attacked. In one swift movement he was kicked off his feet, and his head fell onto the ground with a thud. She then crouched over him; one of her hands gripped his neck. He just lay in shock.
Slowly Paris realized who it was and gasped loudly. "Oh my God Draco!" She cried. "I'm so sorry." She said as she helped him to his feet. "You shouldn't have snuck up on me like that. I thought you were a demon or something."
"I'll remember that." He smiled then looked around.
Paris cocked an eye brow. "What are you doing out here?"
Draco smirked "I could ask the same to you."
"Letting off some steam." She replied.
He nodded in understanding. "Same here."
She again looked at him curiously, then noticed the broom that he held in his hand. "You're going to fly?"
He smiled "I'm going to practice, I'm a seeker." She gave him another confused look. "I play Quidditch." Again he received a puzzled look. So Draco explained to her what Quidditch was.
When he had finished, Paris's eyes brightened with interest. "That sounds awesome."
"It is." He nodded in agreement.
Paris hesitated for a moment; she would love to fly on a broom. So she asked a bit tentatively "Could you teach me how to fly?"
To her pleasure Draco's face lit up. "Sure!" he replied. "You wanna start now?"
Paris shook her head. "How about tomorrow; I need to clean off plus I'm tired."
"Okay," Draco agreed "What time?"
Paris thought for a moment then said "Same as tonight, better chance of not getting caught. Say seven?"
He nodded. "Okay."
"Great." Paris smiled. "See you then." She began to head back to the dormitory leaving Draco to practice alone.
He watched her leave with a smile painted on his face.
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Paris listened intently as Professor McGonagall explained what they were about to do. Each student was to transform themselves into the person sitting next to them using the spell the text book provided. Paris could only smile as she listened and heard the groans of unhappiness. But the Professor received no groan or sign of distaste at the assignment from her. One of Paris's abilities was shape sifting, and that meant an easy grade.
Finally when Professor McGonagall had finished explaining, she went from student to student to examine the process of transfiguration.
Paris heard a soft grumble from Harry who was sitting next to her. Paris turned her attention to her classmate, still the happy smile plastered on her face. "What's wrong Harry?" she questioned the boy. It hadn't yet occurred to her that transfiguration wasn't as easy for everyone else as it was for her.
He gave her an odd look when he saw the smile on her face. "I don't think I'll be able to do it correctly. I'll most likely wind up turning myself into something quite distorted." He told her with a frown, and then continued "You don't look so upset about all this."
Paris shook her head. "Nope."
"Why?" he inquired, but Paris was unable to answer. The professor was now standing in front of Harry expecting him to transform into Paris. He let out a sigh and waved his wand while reciting "Transito transformas." And slowly Harry turned into Paris. He looked at Professor McGonagall's reaction, and was relieved to see a smile.
"Good, now switch back." She commanded.
Harry nodded and recited waving his wand again "Untransito transformas." And he was himself again. Harry looked again at Professor McGonagall who nodded approvingly. "Excellent, now you may go Paris."
Paris smiled cheerfully, and looked straight at the professor and without reciting any spell or using her wand she transformed herself into Harry. She noticed the gasp from the students around her and the professor as well. Then just as easily as she had changed she turned back into herself.
Professor McGonagall's eyes were wide. "It takes years for a witch to be able to do transfiguration with out a spell. Nice work Ms. Turner. One hundred points for Gryffindor." There was a loud roar from the Gryffindor students, which settled after the Professor raised her hands to silence them. She then again proceeded to grade the students on their transfiguration.
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It was dinner time, and everyone was walking toward the Great Hall. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny walked toward the room. Hermione had been thinking non-stop about Paris, mainly the girl's powers. The brunette hadn't seemed as animated to show off what she was able to do as her cousin was. She thought at first maybe Paris was just shy, but then she remembered how outgoing she had been when she first met them.
"Hey guys?" Hermione piped up, breaking the current subject on hand.
"Yeah 'Mione?" Ron asked his girlfriend. They had been dating for about two months now, and both were getting closer and closer by the day. Ron could sense that something was wrong.
"Well, I have been thinking about Paris." She stated.
"What about her?" Harry asked his friend curiously.
She sighed. "Well have either of you noticed that she hasn't said a word about her magical abilities unlike the rest of her family?"
"Maybe she's shy." Harry shrugged.
"I thought about that but then remembered how outgoing she is." She replied.
Ron, Harry and Ginny nodded in agreement. The girl was most outgoing and nice, but what was Hermione getting at? "Maybe her powers are dark ones." Hermione finally stated.
"What are dark powers?" Ginny questioned. "Aren't all powers the same, just used differently?"
"No Ginny, there are different types of powers." Hermione told her.
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure exactly, I'll have to do some research to find out." She affirmed, as they entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table.
Meanwhile Paris walked side by side with a certain Slytherin.
The two had Potions class together and had been paired up as partners for the assignment that day. Instantly the two had found things in common. For some reason Draco found himself opening up to this girl. It wasn't that hard though, she was so nice. She just seemed to shine of kindness and compassion. So he talked and she listened. It surprised him that she listened. He wasn't used to having someone actually care what he was saying, usually they only cared that he was a part of the richest wizarding families.
He was still in shock from their meeting last night, and at the Leaky Caldron. Why had he been so nice? Why hadn't he assumed she wasn't worth his time when he had first seen her with Harry and his gang? It made him nervous that he was unable to be rude to her, or act as the way he would to any other Gryffindor. And even more surprising was that he didn't want to act uncouth toward her.
The only thing that bugged him was Potter. She was friends with the git, making him wonder what things they had filled her mind with. But somehow it didn't seem to matter, he could tell she was her own person and made opinions by what she saw and not by what she heard.
"Draco?" Paris asked him.
"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion.
"You spaced out there for a second, what were you thinking about?" She inquired.
"Nothing." He gave her a smile, and took her arm in arm. "Shall we?" he asked in a gentlemanly voice that surprised him. He brushed it off and the two walked into the Great Hall with stares upon them. Draco didn't even notice he was smiling until he saw a horrified look from one of his housemates.
Paris noticed the sudden looks that shot their way and gave a smile that said 'fuck off'. Draco noticed this and his smile grew. She didn't mind being seen with him in front of Potter and his gang? He would have thought she would have pushed him away in disgust only to apologize later. But she didn't, she just smiled and let go of his arm, waved good-bye to him, and took a seat at her table across from Potter. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face at the look of distrust Potter gave him.
"Was that a smile on Malfoy's face?" Ron asked in perplexity.
"I think so Ron." Harry replied; his eyes locked on Paris. "What was that?"
"What?" Paris shrugged.
"Why were you with Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Paris glared daggers at him. "Is that your business?"
"Malfoy is not to be trusted." Hermione told her new friend.
"I think I can figure if he is trustworthy on my own." Paris told them with a frown. Her voice challenged them to say another word.
Suddenly Paris wanted to be alone, as she saw a burst of flames enter the Great Hall. She rose from her seat instantly when the first flame arose. But her father was quick and before she was able to get out of her seat her had fully entered the room and found her.
When the source entered the room all of Slytherin had immediately gotten to their feet in respect for the man.
Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house, walked over to the dark haired man and bowed. "Welcome to Hogwarts your highness."
Paris felt her heart sink at those five simple words.
-------Please review. Thanks. ~ Alana-----
Chapter Two: Stress And Relaxation
Paris held her laughter as she entered DADA class. The sight of her mother, aunts and uncle in robes was just way to hilarious for her to keep in. So she let out a burst of laughter; receiving glares from her family members. Piper glared at her niece and shook her finger at her. Paris just smiled innocently, and took a seat next to Harry.
For some odd reason Paris had been sitting next to Harry each class period. Paris didn't notice that she was doing so, but others around her had; not that they were against it or anything. Hermione though wondered if Paris liked her friend. She could tell there was attraction on both sides, and she remembered the day they had met the young witch. The two had shared a moment before they had even said a word. Hermione could tell that Harry thought the girl was very attractive, after all Hermione had known Harry for quite some time and they were best friends. In the end Hermione concluded that they would make a cute couple and secretly hoped that Harry and Paris would be just that; a couple. Harry after all had been growing distant through the years because of all the attacks from he-who-must-not- be-named. So he tried to separate himself from his friends as much as possible. For their safety he did so, and Hermione wished that he could see that he needed them to help him, just as they needed him.
Little did Hermione know that it was not attraction that brought Paris to Mr. Potter's side. It was this overwhelming feeling of protection that brought her to him. She had this strange urge that he needed her, and she wouldn't turn away from her feelings. She knew that if she felt one way there was a good reason for it, and that was why she stayed at Harry's side.
When everyone entered the room, class began. "Welcome to DADA." Leo greeted the students. "I'm Professor Wyatt, and these are my colleges Professor Halliwell," He gestured to Piper, "Professor Mathews," He motioned to Paige "And Professor Halliwell." He motioned toward Phoebe. "The three of them are known as the Charmed ones, and I am their whitelighter." He told the class.
"But before we begin," Piper started. "Does anyone know what the job of a Charmed one is?"
Immediately the bookworm Hermione raised her hand. Piper nodded to her "Yes, Ms. Granger."
"The Charmed ones protect innocents from demons, warlocks and other evil beings." Hermione stated matter of factly.
"Correct." Piper smiled. "Twenty points to Gryffindor."
Hermione smiled triumphantly at the earning of points for her house.
"Now can anyone tell me what a whitelighter is?" Paige questioned the students. Again Hermione's hand popped up as well as Wyatt's. Paige smiled at her nephew "Wyatt?"
"A whitelighter watches over witches. They're like an angel except mortal but only to the arrows of a dark lighter." Wyatt stated happily, receiving a proud smile from his father.
"Good, another twenty points to Gryffindor." Paige smiled.
"So now you know what we are, are there any questions?" Phoebe asked looking around the class filled with students.
Many hands flew into the air from the students with questions for the four. The four Professors smiled at the interest the students had in their work. It felt good that they were finally being recognized for what they did, but you wouldn't hear them complaining; at least not at the moment. Piper pointed to a girl from Slytherin with brown hair and dark blue eyes. "Yes?"
"What are your powers?" the girl asked.
"Well," Piper began; she looked over at one of the windows and waved her hands. At her gesture it exploded with slivers of glass, wood and stone flying into the room. But with another wave of her hands the pieces of debris stopped and stood still in mid air. She continued "I can explode things and freeze time."
Leo immediately went to the broken window and mended it with his powers. "I can heal people and things; also I can shape shift and orb, which is going from one place to the other."
"Can you show us?" a voice of one of the students asked.
Leo nodded and in a burst of blue and white lights he vanished. Then in the entrance to the doorway the lights appeared again and Leo reappeared in the classroom.
Paige then took that as a cue for her explanation. "I can orb, shape shift, heal, and also call an object to me. Like this." She looked at one of the books a student in the front of the classroom had laying on the desk. "Book." Paige commanded and in an array of blue and white lights the book materialized in her hand. Once she had the book she walked over and returned it to the student it belonged to.
Everyone looked to Phoebe now and she gave them a smile. "I have premonitions, which means I can see the past or future. Also I can levitate." Feeling the need to show off a little, Phoebe began to come off the ground. When she reached about three feet off of the floor she lowered her feet back to the ground.
"Wicked." Ron smiled, and Hermione nodded in agreement.
As the new DADA teachers began to instruct the students about demons, and other dark creatures Paris felt the heat of a stare on her. She turned her attention to the heat and found herself locking eyes with Draco Malfoy. Her brown pools gazed into his gray ones. Neither turned their eyes away from the other, it was only the voice of Phoebe calling on the two for their attention. Instantly the two looked at the professor who gave them a look that said 'pay attention', and they did.
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Classes had ended and everyone sat in the Gryffindor common room studying. Wyatt and Ginny, who had become rather close, were working on a project they had for potions class. Hermione was helping Ron with transfiguration homework that Professor McGonagall had assigned. The four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Paris, had a major test in that class coming up on Friday.
Paris had finished her school work and went to her room to change. She felt in the mood for some Tai kwon do, after her encounter with that young man in her dreams she felt that something was coming and she needed to be prepared. She pulled on a pair of gray sweat pants, and a white tank top, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail and exited the room. As she reached the door that lead to the Hallway, she was stopped by Wyatt.
"Where ya going Pear?" He asked using a nickname he had came up with when he was younger. He was the only one that called her that, and the only one she would ever allow to do so.
"Out." She told him.
"Okay." He said; he was used to one word answers from her. Besides if she was in trouble he could sense her immediately and go to her rescue; not that she needed it.
With that she left the commons, when she entered the hall she shimmered out onto the Quidditch field. It was silent, with only the sounds of the night. No noisy traffic or construction like back in the city; just peaceful sounds.
Immediately Paris took off her shoes, and began to stretch. After about twenty minutes of stretching and some other warm ups, she positioned herself into a normal fighting stance. Her legs spread out, and her knees bent and her body turned at an angle with her arms bent at the elbow, she began a routine of kicks and punches.
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Draco let out a loud sigh, when he had finally finished his homework. He then went to his room, changed into something more comfortable, and got his broom. He left the room and exited the commons without any questions from his fellow Slytherins. He walked through the hallways that lead out of the castle and then treaded along the path that lead to the Quidditch field. He needed some relaxation time and what better than practicing his moves in peace.
As he reached the field he was surprised to see a figure moving in the darkness. He moved toward it slowly, and as he neared it he was able to make out the figure. It was Paris, and she was practicing some sort of defensive moves. He watched her in fascination, the way her body moved as one with each motion. Draco had seen others practice this type of fighting but none had seemed so graceful. He smiled as he watched her. The way Paris made it look like a dance, a dance of predator and prey.
He moved in closer, and then suddenly was attacked. In one swift movement he was kicked off his feet, and his head fell onto the ground with a thud. She then crouched over him; one of her hands gripped his neck. He just lay in shock.
Slowly Paris realized who it was and gasped loudly. "Oh my God Draco!" She cried. "I'm so sorry." She said as she helped him to his feet. "You shouldn't have snuck up on me like that. I thought you were a demon or something."
"I'll remember that." He smiled then looked around.
Paris cocked an eye brow. "What are you doing out here?"
Draco smirked "I could ask the same to you."
"Letting off some steam." She replied.
He nodded in understanding. "Same here."
She again looked at him curiously, then noticed the broom that he held in his hand. "You're going to fly?"
He smiled "I'm going to practice, I'm a seeker." She gave him another confused look. "I play Quidditch." Again he received a puzzled look. So Draco explained to her what Quidditch was.
When he had finished, Paris's eyes brightened with interest. "That sounds awesome."
"It is." He nodded in agreement.
Paris hesitated for a moment; she would love to fly on a broom. So she asked a bit tentatively "Could you teach me how to fly?"
To her pleasure Draco's face lit up. "Sure!" he replied. "You wanna start now?"
Paris shook her head. "How about tomorrow; I need to clean off plus I'm tired."
"Okay," Draco agreed "What time?"
Paris thought for a moment then said "Same as tonight, better chance of not getting caught. Say seven?"
He nodded. "Okay."
"Great." Paris smiled. "See you then." She began to head back to the dormitory leaving Draco to practice alone.
He watched her leave with a smile painted on his face.
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Paris listened intently as Professor McGonagall explained what they were about to do. Each student was to transform themselves into the person sitting next to them using the spell the text book provided. Paris could only smile as she listened and heard the groans of unhappiness. But the Professor received no groan or sign of distaste at the assignment from her. One of Paris's abilities was shape sifting, and that meant an easy grade.
Finally when Professor McGonagall had finished explaining, she went from student to student to examine the process of transfiguration.
Paris heard a soft grumble from Harry who was sitting next to her. Paris turned her attention to her classmate, still the happy smile plastered on her face. "What's wrong Harry?" she questioned the boy. It hadn't yet occurred to her that transfiguration wasn't as easy for everyone else as it was for her.
He gave her an odd look when he saw the smile on her face. "I don't think I'll be able to do it correctly. I'll most likely wind up turning myself into something quite distorted." He told her with a frown, and then continued "You don't look so upset about all this."
Paris shook her head. "Nope."
"Why?" he inquired, but Paris was unable to answer. The professor was now standing in front of Harry expecting him to transform into Paris. He let out a sigh and waved his wand while reciting "Transito transformas." And slowly Harry turned into Paris. He looked at Professor McGonagall's reaction, and was relieved to see a smile.
"Good, now switch back." She commanded.
Harry nodded and recited waving his wand again "Untransito transformas." And he was himself again. Harry looked again at Professor McGonagall who nodded approvingly. "Excellent, now you may go Paris."
Paris smiled cheerfully, and looked straight at the professor and without reciting any spell or using her wand she transformed herself into Harry. She noticed the gasp from the students around her and the professor as well. Then just as easily as she had changed she turned back into herself.
Professor McGonagall's eyes were wide. "It takes years for a witch to be able to do transfiguration with out a spell. Nice work Ms. Turner. One hundred points for Gryffindor." There was a loud roar from the Gryffindor students, which settled after the Professor raised her hands to silence them. She then again proceeded to grade the students on their transfiguration.
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It was dinner time, and everyone was walking toward the Great Hall. Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny walked toward the room. Hermione had been thinking non-stop about Paris, mainly the girl's powers. The brunette hadn't seemed as animated to show off what she was able to do as her cousin was. She thought at first maybe Paris was just shy, but then she remembered how outgoing she had been when she first met them.
"Hey guys?" Hermione piped up, breaking the current subject on hand.
"Yeah 'Mione?" Ron asked his girlfriend. They had been dating for about two months now, and both were getting closer and closer by the day. Ron could sense that something was wrong.
"Well, I have been thinking about Paris." She stated.
"What about her?" Harry asked his friend curiously.
She sighed. "Well have either of you noticed that she hasn't said a word about her magical abilities unlike the rest of her family?"
"Maybe she's shy." Harry shrugged.
"I thought about that but then remembered how outgoing she is." She replied.
Ron, Harry and Ginny nodded in agreement. The girl was most outgoing and nice, but what was Hermione getting at? "Maybe her powers are dark ones." Hermione finally stated.
"What are dark powers?" Ginny questioned. "Aren't all powers the same, just used differently?"
"No Ginny, there are different types of powers." Hermione told her.
"Like what?" Ron asked.
"I'm not sure exactly, I'll have to do some research to find out." She affirmed, as they entered the Great Hall and took their seats at the Gryffindor table.
Meanwhile Paris walked side by side with a certain Slytherin.
The two had Potions class together and had been paired up as partners for the assignment that day. Instantly the two had found things in common. For some reason Draco found himself opening up to this girl. It wasn't that hard though, she was so nice. She just seemed to shine of kindness and compassion. So he talked and she listened. It surprised him that she listened. He wasn't used to having someone actually care what he was saying, usually they only cared that he was a part of the richest wizarding families.
He was still in shock from their meeting last night, and at the Leaky Caldron. Why had he been so nice? Why hadn't he assumed she wasn't worth his time when he had first seen her with Harry and his gang? It made him nervous that he was unable to be rude to her, or act as the way he would to any other Gryffindor. And even more surprising was that he didn't want to act uncouth toward her.
The only thing that bugged him was Potter. She was friends with the git, making him wonder what things they had filled her mind with. But somehow it didn't seem to matter, he could tell she was her own person and made opinions by what she saw and not by what she heard.
"Draco?" Paris asked him.
"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion.
"You spaced out there for a second, what were you thinking about?" She inquired.
"Nothing." He gave her a smile, and took her arm in arm. "Shall we?" he asked in a gentlemanly voice that surprised him. He brushed it off and the two walked into the Great Hall with stares upon them. Draco didn't even notice he was smiling until he saw a horrified look from one of his housemates.
Paris noticed the sudden looks that shot their way and gave a smile that said 'fuck off'. Draco noticed this and his smile grew. She didn't mind being seen with him in front of Potter and his gang? He would have thought she would have pushed him away in disgust only to apologize later. But she didn't, she just smiled and let go of his arm, waved good-bye to him, and took a seat at her table across from Potter. He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face at the look of distrust Potter gave him.
"Was that a smile on Malfoy's face?" Ron asked in perplexity.
"I think so Ron." Harry replied; his eyes locked on Paris. "What was that?"
"What?" Paris shrugged.
"Why were you with Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Paris glared daggers at him. "Is that your business?"
"Malfoy is not to be trusted." Hermione told her new friend.
"I think I can figure if he is trustworthy on my own." Paris told them with a frown. Her voice challenged them to say another word.
Suddenly Paris wanted to be alone, as she saw a burst of flames enter the Great Hall. She rose from her seat instantly when the first flame arose. But her father was quick and before she was able to get out of her seat her had fully entered the room and found her.
When the source entered the room all of Slytherin had immediately gotten to their feet in respect for the man.
Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house, walked over to the dark haired man and bowed. "Welcome to Hogwarts your highness."
Paris felt her heart sink at those five simple words.
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