Disclaimer: Everything is J.K Rowling's. I own nothing, expect my plot and Discordia.

This is my first FanFic ever so, bear with me.

Sorry, this chapter is pretty boring... I'll try and make then next better...


- Tu m'aimes ?! -

Chapter 2 - Décidement
Draco was fuming. //How could she...// He could not let this go without revenge, yet he didn't want the whole school to know that he, Draco Malfoy, had been hit by a girl, //By a filthy, stinking Weasley...//. But she would pay, yes, he would see to that. Draco sat down, crossed his legs and tried to look as though nothing had happened. He didn't want his cousin to know, she would surely make fun of him. He tried reading his "Quidditch Today" magazine to forget Ginny but however hard he concentrated, mentally, he could see her smirking at him. Frustrated, he threw the magazine back into his bag angrily.

"Someffing wrong Cousin?" said Discordia as she sat down.

Draco simply shook his head and looked out the window, hoping she hadn't seen the mark that Ginny's slap had left on his cheek.

"Where's the girl? She gone?"

"Who knows where weasles go, Cousin? She's probably gone hiding with her fellow Gryffindors."

Draco clearly didn't want to tell her what was going on - and Discordia knew that something must have happened when she was away - so she decided not to pester him further. Instead, she settled down in front of him, took out her French Muggle book and resumed her reading. Not a word had been said for about an hour when Discordia put down her book. She didn't feel like reading anymore.

"Draco?" She said softly.

She said his name with a strange accent but Draco didn't mind. He quite liked her little French accent, he found it cute.

"Yes, Discordia?"

"Hmmm... Et bien, I was just wondering... Well, see, I'm a leettle nervous. You 'aven't told me anyffing about 'ogwarts yet."

Draco turned to face her, smirking.

"Well, first of all, it's Hogwarts, not 'Ogwarts."

He laughed as she tried to say it over and over again, without success. She frowned a little at her failure but urged him to go on.

"Secondly, you'll be just fine. You are a Malfoy, so I don't see why you wouldn't be. Once you are sorted into Slytherin..."

"What's that." she interrupted.

//Doesn't she know anything?!// He sighed, took a deep breath and began, in a monotonously,

" The school was founded by four great witches and wizards: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw. They all disagreed about whom should be allowed to attend Hogwarts, so four houses were founded... Slytherin for the pure, Gryffindor for the brave, Ravenclaw for the bright and Hufflepuff for the rest. I, of course, expect you to be sorted into Slytherin as you are a Malfoy."

Draco was quiet relieved she had asked for he had something else to think about than a certain redhead

"What about ze 'Eadmaster, what eez he like?"

Draco snorted.

"Dumbledore is a nutcase. I wonder how he ever got to be Headmaster, really. He favours Potter and his friends."

"Potter. 'Arry Potter? Ze one with ze scar who won ze Tournament?! You know him? Fleur said..."

//Who does not know that arrogant little prat// thought Draco, scowling. How could his cousin show such admiration for his enemy?

"Yes, Scarface. He's an idiot, mind you, and a muggle-lover. He's so full of himself, thinks he owns the world. Don't go speaking to him and his lot."

Discordia opened her mouth, as if to ask for more details then snapped it shut again. She didn't quite understand his hatred for muggles but didn't say anything about that either. Draco was the only person she knew in Hogwarts, she didn't want to anger him. Instead, she asked about the teachers and time schedules. She then took out strange device Draco had never seen before, a Cd player. She put on the headphones, and, ignoring her cousin's puzzled look, she put the volume higher. She closed her ees and began humming a little.

"What's that? Why do you have Muggle things?"

"Are you not allowed to use Cd player in 'Ogwarts? I charmed it, now it works without eclectricity. What's wrong with Muggle things, some are..."

"Switch it off, it annoys me."

Discordia complied, glaring at her cousin.

"Comme tu veux, Cousin. Decidement, tu ressemble franchement à ton père" She muttered.

"What was that?!" He snapped.

"I was just saying that you sound just like your Father."
Draco did not speak for the rest of the journey and plotted Weasley's death instead.