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"Stupid Gryffindors." Blaise looked up from her seat on one of the Slytherin common room's couches, where she was writing up a particularly nasty potions essay on the side affects of the Ageing potion, which had been handed out that day in their afternoon class. Laurel had placed herself dramatically on the sofa, slouched black against the back of the sofa, a hand to her head in what would be mock exasperation for anyone but Laurel, who did this quite often when she had a rough day and meant the action completely seriously.
"Tell me something I don't know," Zabini sighed, turning back to her essay. "What is it now?"
"Must there always be a reason for dislike toward the Gryffindor house?" Laurel continued when she saw Blaise raise an eyebrow. "Well, there is a specific reason this time. I ran into that Irish one on the way to Transfiguration."
Blaise nodded for her to continue, "The cute one, then."
"Um, if you say so," Moon stumbled over her words slightly. If Blaise had looked up she would have seen Laurel turning a light shade of pink, something that was as rare as Granger missing a homework assignment. "Well, he said sorry for running into me and I snapped. I apologized, then I noticed he was in Gryffindor and bolted for Transfiguration door."
Blaise laughed lightly, imagining Laurel bolting, eyes wide, for the Transfiguration room while a Gryffindor looked on with awe at the surprised Slytherin. "So, what does that have to do with anything."
"The Gryffindor's going to tell all his little Gryffindor friends about my lapse! Then, they'll think I've gone soft! Can you see a bunch of Gryffindors jesting me, or, worse yet, wanting to become . . . friends!" Laurel snapped suddenly, her every word laced with more disgust than the last.
Blaise laughed louder at the girl's reaction. "Believe me. Gryffindor's are completely set in their ways. To them, Slytherin equals enemy any way you look at it. They'll never be anything near friends to a Slytherins. It goes the same way from us Slytherins, as well. Unless you are to tell me you have fallen madly in love with this however handsome Gryffindor male."
"Ha! Please, stop humoring me. However, I think I will challenge your theory," Laurel said the last part slowly, thinking it over before she said it. At Zabini's raised eyebrow she continued, "I think, that perhaps Gryffindors have a weakness, something that perhaps can break down the invisible Gryffindor/Slytherin barrier that has existed from the birth of the Houses." Laurel glanced at Blaise, who had put down her essay and was now looking at Moon with her complete attention.
"Are you going to do what I think you are? You are going to seduce the Gryffindor?" Blaise asked, a smirk playing at her lips.
"Not . . . quite. You know that Gryffindors are mindlessly brave, doing without thinking. They rather follow their hearts than anything else. That has to be their biggest weakness, their hearts. While Gryffindors are naturally stubborn, I believe it will be easier to make him fall in love with me than someone would originally think. Now, falling in love and seducing are two different things. Seducing is more falling in . . . lust. Quite different, actually. I will do a little experiment with the Irish boy. Let us see if perhaps an oh-so-good Gryffindor could fall in love with an oh-so-evil Slytherin. He doesn't know what he's in for." Moon smirked to herself, yes, this could work. Oh, yes, that innocent little boy has no idea what he's in for.
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Cho looked up from her reading to see Michael Corner clamber in through the entrance. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was past one. It wasn't unusual for the studious Ravenclaws to see people doing homework past one. Terry Boot trampled in after him, pausing only to glare at the back of Michael's head. She felt Kevin Entwistle, Padma Patil, and Isabel MacDougal look up from the table next to her where they were bent over their transfiguration essays. "Ah, Michael, Terry, what are you doing back so early? I thought you were both "studying the stars" with Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones," Padma remarked, smirking. Everyone knew what had happened, it happened at least once a month with Corner.
Mikey just shrugged. "Oh, Abbott and I are over. Something about me never having enough time or something equal ballocks." Michael carelessly perched himself on the arm of the sofa, as he read over Isabel's shoulder.
Terry snorted in distaste. "Yeah, and then Susan couldn't bear to see her friend in such a state and left me. Can you believe it? She left me! I'm the reason she passed potions last year. I should at least get a little action for the amount of time I spent tutoring the duffer!"
Cho was about to tell Boot just how nauseating it was that that was all guys look for, when a baritone voice sounded behind her. "So, we ready for quidditch?" Cho rolled her eyes and looked playfully up at her quidditch captain and best friend, Roger Davies.
Davies smiled and his crystal blue eyes sparkled. Many a girl had fallen entranced by this tall, dark, and handsome boy. The part-veela Triwizard champion, Fleur Delacour, was no exception. They had a short relationship which ended peacefully after the last school year ended and Fleur graduated. However handsome and charming this boy was, it all held no romantic perspective for the Oriental witch. "The question is, are you?" She playfully poked him in the chest.
He dropped his jaw in a mock-flabbergasted expression. "Now, Miss Chang, are you doubting my skills?" He asked, his mouth quirking up at the sides.
"No, of course not," she defended.
"No, no, I think I do. You don't believe my skills with a broom."
Cho and the others laughed as Roger put on a mock-hurt expression before smiling and plopping himself down between Cho and Kevin Entwistle.
Isabel snapped shut her book. "Done!"She exclaimed. "I'm off to bed." Isabel smiled to them all and wandered up the steps.
"Poor Isabel," Padma said wistfully.
Kevin raised an eyebrow. "She'll live."
"I feel bad about basically yelling it out in class today," Mikey confessed frowning. "I'll have to talk to her later."
Roger shook his head. "It must be terrible for her, having to walk in and see her boyfriend and a Gryffie snogging themselves senseless. On the first day of classes, no less."
It was quiet for a second. Cho played with a stray string on her robes. Kevin bit his lip while Padma looked down. They all knew how much Isabel had cared for Zach. They had been dating since third year. For it to end all so suddenly was a bit shocking, but Isabel was adamant about not giving him another chance. He hadn't even tried to apologize or even talk to her about the incident.
"I'm going to kill that kid," Mikey hissed. "Nobody messes with my friends."
For all the things Mikey was, filled with empty threats was none of these. Cho hissed a sharp breath as Padma gripped his arm. "Mike, no. It's not going to help anything."
"Fine," Corner grumbled, "but if he tries anything you can't stop me."
Cho noticed Kevin had yet to say anything. Kevin had never been one for violence but, then again, Isabel, who he was very protective over, rarely was hurt. Cho remember when, in her second year, Kevin had been being picked on by some third year Slytherins for something or other, and Isabel had come to his rescue saying to bugger off or she'd punch them in the eye. Although Kevin had been teased about a girl coming to his rescue for his whole first year, they had been inceperable since.
Terry broke the silence that had once again taken over with a sigh. "If today is anything to show for what's to come, this is going to be an interesting school year in the least."