Meilin slumped in the back of her classroom, her neat writing scrawling notes as the hook-nosed teacher spoke. She didn't want to get on Professor Snape's bad side. She had learned in the common room that he didn't take anything from students. She got the feeling the school didn't take to well to Slytherin's, no one in any other houses spoke to her, lumping her in with the rest of them, their eyes narrowing and lips curling when they caught her looking at them longingly. And the Slytherin's, naturally, continued to ignore her after the first night. She allowed a small sigh to escape her lips, pausing in her note-taking to look at a red-headed Gryffindor girl whispering every now and then to the cluster of girls around her.
'She seems nice,' Meilin thought, 'She'd probably like me, if I weren't a Slytherin. Why couldn't I have been in her House?' Destiny best suited, the Hat said. HA! She caught Snape looking at her and guiltily went back to her note taking.
Draco walked to lunch, fuming. Crabbe and Goyle hadn't waited for him, like they promised. They probably hadn't even saved him a seat. Well, that was just fine. He didn't need them. His father just wanted him to be friends with fellow Death-Eater's sons. Draco grimaced. Despite his actions and reputation, he did NOT want to become a Death-Eater. He also thought the Dark Lord was a stupid git. He just happened to think mudbloods had no right coming to Hogwarts. Thinking of Meilin, he stopped his walking. If nothing else, they didn't have the right to be in Slytherin. He continued walking.
Meilin slumped into her usual lunch chair, the corner farthest from the High Table with at least two chairs currently separating her from any other Slytherin. But those chairs generally filled, and she briefly wondered who would get stuck sitting next to her this time. The pug-faced Pansy Parkinson plopped into one of the empty chairs, scowling unpleasantly at Meilin. She ignored Pansy, pulling out one of her library books and flipping to her page. It was called 'Hogwarts, A History', and Meilin found it extremely boring, but it gave her something to do other than look at the faces thrown in her direction. She looked up slightly when the last seat was filled. She was shocked to see Draco.
Draco went into the Great Hall, walking hesitant-less to his proud Slytherin table. Looking for his seat, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was Meilin, hidden behind her usual book. Next to her was one empty seat. The ONLY empty seat. Setting his face determinedly, he took the seat. Meilin glanced at him, eyes widening when she saw him.
"Don't read into anything, okay? I'm not here because I want to be." he snapped irritably. She went back to her book. He bent over to see what it was. He laughed, snatching it from her. This was just to good to pass up.
"Hogwarts, a History? Only Granger reads things like this!" He dangled it in front of her face, laughing. Meilin reached for it, but he jerked it from her reach. Coolly, she reached into her back again, pulling out the much more interesting book that she was going to save and addressed Draco.
"Fine. You read that one, please return it to the library for me. I wasn't really reading it anyway. I was going to save this one for later, but I like it much better. Hogwarts, a History is dry and dull, Quidditch Through the Ages is interesting and informative," Scowling at him, she went behind her book once again. Draco raised a surprised eyebrow at her.
"You'd rather read about Quidditch?"
"Well duh." Meilin's reply was prompt. Draco flashed a rare smile.
"I'm going to be on the Slytherin team. What position do you play?"
"DRACO!" Pansy Parkinson and half the rest of the table commanded in outrage, "She's a MUDBLOOD!" Draco blinked. For less than a second, he had been willing to overlook the fact that she was not pure, that she was different than he, but then he called himself back to reality. He put back on a scowl.
"I know. I was just ASKING." The table seemed content with that answer, going back to their own business. Meilin spoke quietly.
"Actually, I think I'd be a Chaser." Draco gave her the cold shoulder.
"Why does it matter, my heritage? Why can't I be the same?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"Because, Meilin, it just doesn't work like that."
"But why?" Meilin said silently, wondering what they would do to her if she wrote to her father, asking to come home.
But she wouldn't do that. No, instead she would try out for the Quidditch team. Just maybe then they would see her differently.
Author's Note: Okay, I'm still going kind of slow, but it will pick up in a bit. Meilin WILL be a Chaser, despite the second book not having a female on the team. At least, I don't think there is. Hehe… I have the power! WAHAHAHAHA!
'She seems nice,' Meilin thought, 'She'd probably like me, if I weren't a Slytherin. Why couldn't I have been in her House?' Destiny best suited, the Hat said. HA! She caught Snape looking at her and guiltily went back to her note taking.
Draco walked to lunch, fuming. Crabbe and Goyle hadn't waited for him, like they promised. They probably hadn't even saved him a seat. Well, that was just fine. He didn't need them. His father just wanted him to be friends with fellow Death-Eater's sons. Draco grimaced. Despite his actions and reputation, he did NOT want to become a Death-Eater. He also thought the Dark Lord was a stupid git. He just happened to think mudbloods had no right coming to Hogwarts. Thinking of Meilin, he stopped his walking. If nothing else, they didn't have the right to be in Slytherin. He continued walking.
Meilin slumped into her usual lunch chair, the corner farthest from the High Table with at least two chairs currently separating her from any other Slytherin. But those chairs generally filled, and she briefly wondered who would get stuck sitting next to her this time. The pug-faced Pansy Parkinson plopped into one of the empty chairs, scowling unpleasantly at Meilin. She ignored Pansy, pulling out one of her library books and flipping to her page. It was called 'Hogwarts, A History', and Meilin found it extremely boring, but it gave her something to do other than look at the faces thrown in her direction. She looked up slightly when the last seat was filled. She was shocked to see Draco.
Draco went into the Great Hall, walking hesitant-less to his proud Slytherin table. Looking for his seat, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was Meilin, hidden behind her usual book. Next to her was one empty seat. The ONLY empty seat. Setting his face determinedly, he took the seat. Meilin glanced at him, eyes widening when she saw him.
"Don't read into anything, okay? I'm not here because I want to be." he snapped irritably. She went back to her book. He bent over to see what it was. He laughed, snatching it from her. This was just to good to pass up.
"Hogwarts, a History? Only Granger reads things like this!" He dangled it in front of her face, laughing. Meilin reached for it, but he jerked it from her reach. Coolly, she reached into her back again, pulling out the much more interesting book that she was going to save and addressed Draco.
"Fine. You read that one, please return it to the library for me. I wasn't really reading it anyway. I was going to save this one for later, but I like it much better. Hogwarts, a History is dry and dull, Quidditch Through the Ages is interesting and informative," Scowling at him, she went behind her book once again. Draco raised a surprised eyebrow at her.
"You'd rather read about Quidditch?"
"Well duh." Meilin's reply was prompt. Draco flashed a rare smile.
"I'm going to be on the Slytherin team. What position do you play?"
"DRACO!" Pansy Parkinson and half the rest of the table commanded in outrage, "She's a MUDBLOOD!" Draco blinked. For less than a second, he had been willing to overlook the fact that she was not pure, that she was different than he, but then he called himself back to reality. He put back on a scowl.
"I know. I was just ASKING." The table seemed content with that answer, going back to their own business. Meilin spoke quietly.
"Actually, I think I'd be a Chaser." Draco gave her the cold shoulder.
"Why does it matter, my heritage? Why can't I be the same?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"Because, Meilin, it just doesn't work like that."
"But why?" Meilin said silently, wondering what they would do to her if she wrote to her father, asking to come home.
But she wouldn't do that. No, instead she would try out for the Quidditch team. Just maybe then they would see her differently.
Author's Note: Okay, I'm still going kind of slow, but it will pick up in a bit. Meilin WILL be a Chaser, despite the second book not having a female on the team. At least, I don't think there is. Hehe… I have the power! WAHAHAHAHA!