Well here's the second chapter that slightly explains more than the
first but still brings up new questions. Did I mention there's going to
be slight slash? No sex or anything more like fluff if you ask me. Just
wanted to let you know! THERE WILL BE SLIGHT SLASH! There... better...
anywho read on!
As the trio of miscreants made their way down the stairs to the dinner hall they all felt excitement in the air.
" What is everyone so excited about?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
She just shrugged in response. When they finally made it to their table, it seemed as though everyone beat them to the Great Hall. Harry was about to ask Dean a question when Dumbledore stood to talk to the students.
" I apologize for the incident we had last night. It was just a student who traveled all the way from America to come join us in study. I am pleased to welcome, Aldara!" Dumbledore dramatically waved his hand to the right.
One lone student made her way from the shadows. She was wearing a simple button up white shirt and slightly baggy pants. She walked rigidly to the stool that Harry didn't even notice before. When she sat down, Harry finally noticed her hair was very long and black. Her hair was so dark; it made her skin look very pale. Dumbledore then placed the Sorting Hat upon her head.
"Well, since you all like to surprise me so often I don't even have a song ready! Fine, fine, here we go..." the hat paused considerably before it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table roared in satisfaction. It wasn't every day that they had an exchange student. In fact, Harry hadn't ever seen one and from the look of it, no one else had either.
Then, Dumbledore did something quite odd. He took the hat of the scared girl's head and turned his back to the students to speak with it. As soon as he turned the hall went quiet. No one has ever seen Dumbledore have a problem with what house it chose for a student. Dumbledore nodded once and turned around.
" Slytherin it is!" Once again the Slytherin table roared as other tables were tempted to boo and hiss.
She made her way down the five steps, taking very small steps as if unsure of something. Her small steps measured her courage. Just as she reached the Slytherin table she turned to look at Professor Dumbledore. He just nodded once with a smile and she smiled back. She turned around to gaze down the long table of clapping Slytherins. She hesitantly sat down at the head of the table next to a seventh year and across from a second year.
When the clapping died down the breakfast meal suddenly poofed right on their plates and everyone began to eat. The sudden shock from the food magically appearing made Aldara weary of eating it. She poked it twice to make sure it wasn't going to jump up at her. When she was satisfied with the state of the food, she began to gnaw on the sausage.
" The food isn't going to bite you back you know." The pretty seventh year boy told her.
But you didn't have to call him pretty-seventh-year-boy. Every girl in a hundred-meter radius knew his name. It was Kole Madestrom. Even all the houses knew his name. It was quite famous now. There was one thing he was famous for: beauty.
Aldara just blushed and began to once again eat her food. A few people down, Pansy Parkinson eyed the new comer carefully. She noticed how Kole was talking to her as if they were girlfriend and boyfriend. Growling in annoyance and jealousy, she asked Draco a question.
" Don't you think that new comer is weird? Look at that she's only eating the meat. What is she an Amazon warrior princess?" She continued to eye Aldara with a sharp eye. Draco just sighed and poked his eggs thoughtfully.
" Stop being so paranoid." He placed his right cheek in is right palm to rest his tired head.
" Whatever you say Drac'." Draco cringed at his nickname. He'd almost rather be called Mr. Malfoy. Almost.
As the meal went on, Pansy still noticed Aldara only ate the meat. She didn't touch her eggs that had assorted vegetables in them. The one thing she noticed the most was the fact that the seventh year pretty boy was talking to her the entire time and she didn't even flirt back. Random people started to leave to get ready for the morning's classes. When Pansy felt as though the room was empty enough, she made her move onto her prey.
" So, Adlara... why are you only eating you meat hmm? Vegetables too scary for you?" Pansy pried the girl on and on pointing out that she only ate the meat.
When Draco thought she had endured enough, Aldara finally spoke out with a careful whisper, as if afraid to talk with anger in her voice.
" First of all, my name is Aldara, not Adlara. Second, I only eat meat because I'm a carnivore." Pansy looked at her as if a snake was hanging off her face. Pansy heard a sigh of annoyance behind her.
" A carnivore is someone who only eats meat." Draco stated. Pansy then got that look on her face, as if someone had just lit the candle of idea above her head.
" Ah, Mr. Draco and Miss Aldara. Just the two people I wanted to talk to. Could you please excuse us Miss Parkinson?" Pansy nodded and scurried off.
" Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Aldara asked with a clean and sincere voice.
" Well, I just wanted to let you both know that Mr. Draco here will be your guide for the next few weeks and I have arranged all of your classes to be the same as Mr. Draco's so no one will get confused. I better be off!" and with a single wink in his right eye, Dumbledore strolled off with lightness in his step. When he disappeared out the doorway, Draco looked down at Aldara's face. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. Green with a twinge of gold around the vertically slit pupils. Just like the ones in his dream....
" So umm... Mr. Malfoy is it? You better give me a tour before classes." Draco slightly shook his head to stop staring at her eyes.
" First of all, my name is Draco. Don't call me Mr. Malfoy. That's my father and I'm certainly not him. Second, follow me." He was slightly mocking her. She stood to get ready to walk. He then noticed that she was kind of short and she didn't have a cloak.
" Where's your cloak?" She looked up for a second and blushed.
" Oh right! Accio Aldara's cloak." She held out her wand she just pulled out from her bag. One of the windows to the left busted open and her cloak zoomed right to her hand.
" Well, lets go." Draco turned and started to leave without the girl.
Hastily, Aldara put on her robe with a whoosh, picked up her bag, and ran to catch up with Draco. As soon as they were out of the dining hall, Draco turned to the right and led her into the room where they get into their common room and then dormitories. Aldara bent her head upwards and gazed at the top. She caught a glimpse of students walking towards a painting and said something.
They were all wearing Slytherin robes. While Aldara was wasting her time looking at the ceiling, Draco was rummaging through his cloak for a piece of paper that had that week's password on them. A short gasp of surprise caught his attention. Aldara had walked right onto a stairway that was suddenly moving.
" What the--?" Aldara managed to say before the steps suddenly switched directions violently.
She lost her balance and flipped over the edge. Draco was sure no one before had fallen and dare not imagine the trouble he would get in if he let her fall and die. Of course he was sure his father would pat him heartily on the back and start a rousing song of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" with his fellow Death Eaters and Draco did not want that. He whipped out his wand and spoke clearly,
" Wingardium leviosa." she suddenly floated upwards until her feet were safely on the top of the step's railing. He let down his wand and a sigh of relief. She was safe for now. She suddenly flipped backwards to another higher section of steps.
" Keep up with me Prince of Slytherin!" she dared to call out as she flipped three more times each time she was getting higher and higher.
Not wanting to show weakness, Draco stepped onto the stairway Aldara started on and waited for it to line up with another so he could advance higher. At this rate, Draco thought, I'll never catch up to her! What's one thing that would be faster than her... his broom! He hastily brought out his wand again and called out,
" Accio... Firebolt!" The window to his left swung open and Harry Potter's Firebolt hovered an arm's length away.
Maybe Potter won't mind? This could be very entertaining... the fun and mischevious part of his mind reasoned. Another voiced laughed.
Yeah, since when did Potter mind you taking things from him? Since when did Potter mind you AT ALL!
That was reason all right. Draco thought it would be best if he just didn't listen to the voices in his head. Only crazy people actually listen to those kind of voices. Well he is abnormal... With arms shaking in excitement, he reached out and jumped on the finely polished shaft of the broom.
" Bloody hell, does Potter polish this thing every day?" He had no more time to ponder on Harry's intimate relationship with his broom. He zoomed higher, flying past many clumps of students on differnet levels. At that moment, Harry's eye caught Aldara doing flips to stairways.
" Isn't that the new student?" he pointed out.
Ron and Hermione turned their heads to gaze apoun Aldara's gymnastics. Just then someone zoomed by on Harry's broom.
" MALFOY!" the black hair teenager screamed at him as his only student rival flew past on HIS broom.
Draco looked down for a second with a sneer before noticing a section of stairway was turning right at him. He maneuvered past it with fluid ease and continued his rash race with Aldara. Just as he reached the Slytherin painting, Aldara was already trying to guess the password. Already knowing that Draco was there, she decided to taunt him a little.
" Is it... Malfoy Rules? No too obvious... The Lusty Draco? Obvious..." To their surprise, the man in the painting laughed and swung open, even without the correct password. Aldara guessed that since she made fun of Draco while he was there, that it was as good as any password.
" Oh, hey, Draco! Didn't see you there... Well you better escort me to my room!" She crawled into the hole in the wall and Malfoy followed promptly.
" Draco!" said Vincent Crabbe, waving for his proclaimed leader to join him.
He and Gregory Goyle were sitting on the couch in front of the fire, but then they were right in front of him. They were ignoring Aldara completely. Draco guessed the two were too busy stuffing their faces at dinner to realize that they even had a new student.
" We've been waiting for you for like... five hours!" Crabbe whined.
Aldara didn't like these two grunts so she scooted her way behind their "fearless leader". Draco sat the Firebolt next to the hole in the wall before he said something,
" Well.... whatever I still have to show the girl around so if you'll excuse us." Draco brushed past them, but when Aldara tried, the two squished together warning her she isn't going to pass before she answers some questions.
" Well aren't you a skinny one.... where'd you come from little girl?" it had been a while since Goyle had threatened someone and God forbid him get rusty at it.
" I don't know. Now if you two would please sit down, I can be on my way to umm... potions." The word felt foreign on her tongue like when she came to this country.
They just stood there with the usual tough guy face. Her face uncharacteristically screwed into a fearfully angry face.
" I said sit!" She pressed her left palm on Crabbe's chest and her right on Goyle. She squeezed the fabric of their vests and helped the two confused bullies sit down on a couch and chair. She briskly walked pass and joined Draco at the fireplace.
" Dumbledore said that the picture I'm suppose to go through is the one on the right of the fireplace."
They followed Dumbledore's directions and came to a portrait of a man far- away on a boat on some lake that looked oddly familiar.
" Ahoy!" The voice sounded very far from where they were standing.
" AHOY! I'M HERE TO GIVE YOU A PASSWORD! IT'S... POP-TARTS!" The picture swung open, revealing a tunnel. As they walked through, their footsteps echoed in the small hallway.
" Pop-Tarts?" asked Draco.
" POP-TARTS ARE A... oops! Sorry, Pop-Tarts are a snack of Muggles." The tunnel was just tall enough for her to walk through without crouching.
Draco, on the other hand, was about four inches taller than her and had to hunch over slightly. Just as they walked in, they were walking into a one- bedroom place. There was one four-poster bed, a dresser and wardrobe, and one large mirror, which Draco dared to not look in. A smile crossed Aldara's face and her eyes lit up in ecstasy.
"Look at this! I've never had a room like this before!" she said before she flung herself upon her bed and giggled. Aldara looked around the room, eyeing the large stained glass window and the green and silver wallpaper, until she saw the grandfather clock next to her wardrobe.
" I've never actually had anything at all..." her mind just had to remind her. It always accured to Aldara that her mind has always said things that were quite odd. Aldara was beginning to think that there was two people inside of her mind.
" Oh no!" she gasped, "We'd better get to Potions, quickly, if we don't wanna be late!" Draco laughed, as he wasn't afraid of Professor Snape.
He had been late many times, before, and he never got in any trouble for it. But still, he hurried out the tunnel, after her, and back into the common room. Crabbe and Goyle were slowly making their way to a standing position, when Aldara ran by.
" Excuse me!" she said with a slight apologetic tone to her voice and she roughly re-sat the boys down in the chairs they previously were sitting in.
On their way out Draco grabbed the Firebolt thinking he might run into Potter before class. Of course Draco always had to be right about something. Just as they exited the Slytherin portrait, Aldara and Draco ran into a very angry Gryffindor boy.
" What in Merlin's beard were you doing with MY Firebolt?" Harry's cheeks were slightly red. Aldara blushed a bit and grabbed behind her to get the Firebolt.
" I'm really sorry Harry! It was all my fault. I was just poking some fun at Draco and..." Ron stepped forward.
" You mean to tell me that you made fun of Malfoy," she nodded once, " With him knowing?" she nodded again.
" You and me are going to become the best of friends!" He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulders chauffeuring her way down to the hallway to Potions. Hermione shook her head and followed. Harry and Draco were left to ponder the new relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
" So, this is the new girl, eh?" Draco nodded.
" She's so... different..." he trailed off. Harry looked up at him.
" Pretty soon Hermione will be leeching information from her."
" Aye... " Draco and Harry stopped to look at each other. Were they just actually talking... normally?
" Better head to Potions, Potter. It's your favorite class and I'm sure Snape would love to see you late." Draco sneered. This is more like it.
" Piss off Malfoy." Harry spat at the Slytherin with just as much hate as Draco did. Harry stepped forward to wait until a stairway came his way. He then trotted off to join the others.
" Is this the fate of the "Prince of Slytherin"?" he asked himself aloud.
That has to be the coolest quote EVA! Well I suppose you all who are actually reading this God bless you by the way... Have even more questions...GOOD! Then you'll read my next chapter! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEdies
As the trio of miscreants made their way down the stairs to the dinner hall they all felt excitement in the air.
" What is everyone so excited about?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
She just shrugged in response. When they finally made it to their table, it seemed as though everyone beat them to the Great Hall. Harry was about to ask Dean a question when Dumbledore stood to talk to the students.
" I apologize for the incident we had last night. It was just a student who traveled all the way from America to come join us in study. I am pleased to welcome, Aldara!" Dumbledore dramatically waved his hand to the right.
One lone student made her way from the shadows. She was wearing a simple button up white shirt and slightly baggy pants. She walked rigidly to the stool that Harry didn't even notice before. When she sat down, Harry finally noticed her hair was very long and black. Her hair was so dark; it made her skin look very pale. Dumbledore then placed the Sorting Hat upon her head.
"Well, since you all like to surprise me so often I don't even have a song ready! Fine, fine, here we go..." the hat paused considerably before it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table roared in satisfaction. It wasn't every day that they had an exchange student. In fact, Harry hadn't ever seen one and from the look of it, no one else had either.
Then, Dumbledore did something quite odd. He took the hat of the scared girl's head and turned his back to the students to speak with it. As soon as he turned the hall went quiet. No one has ever seen Dumbledore have a problem with what house it chose for a student. Dumbledore nodded once and turned around.
" Slytherin it is!" Once again the Slytherin table roared as other tables were tempted to boo and hiss.
She made her way down the five steps, taking very small steps as if unsure of something. Her small steps measured her courage. Just as she reached the Slytherin table she turned to look at Professor Dumbledore. He just nodded once with a smile and she smiled back. She turned around to gaze down the long table of clapping Slytherins. She hesitantly sat down at the head of the table next to a seventh year and across from a second year.
When the clapping died down the breakfast meal suddenly poofed right on their plates and everyone began to eat. The sudden shock from the food magically appearing made Aldara weary of eating it. She poked it twice to make sure it wasn't going to jump up at her. When she was satisfied with the state of the food, she began to gnaw on the sausage.
" The food isn't going to bite you back you know." The pretty seventh year boy told her.
But you didn't have to call him pretty-seventh-year-boy. Every girl in a hundred-meter radius knew his name. It was Kole Madestrom. Even all the houses knew his name. It was quite famous now. There was one thing he was famous for: beauty.
Aldara just blushed and began to once again eat her food. A few people down, Pansy Parkinson eyed the new comer carefully. She noticed how Kole was talking to her as if they were girlfriend and boyfriend. Growling in annoyance and jealousy, she asked Draco a question.
" Don't you think that new comer is weird? Look at that she's only eating the meat. What is she an Amazon warrior princess?" She continued to eye Aldara with a sharp eye. Draco just sighed and poked his eggs thoughtfully.
" Stop being so paranoid." He placed his right cheek in is right palm to rest his tired head.
" Whatever you say Drac'." Draco cringed at his nickname. He'd almost rather be called Mr. Malfoy. Almost.
As the meal went on, Pansy still noticed Aldara only ate the meat. She didn't touch her eggs that had assorted vegetables in them. The one thing she noticed the most was the fact that the seventh year pretty boy was talking to her the entire time and she didn't even flirt back. Random people started to leave to get ready for the morning's classes. When Pansy felt as though the room was empty enough, she made her move onto her prey.
" So, Adlara... why are you only eating you meat hmm? Vegetables too scary for you?" Pansy pried the girl on and on pointing out that she only ate the meat.
When Draco thought she had endured enough, Aldara finally spoke out with a careful whisper, as if afraid to talk with anger in her voice.
" First of all, my name is Aldara, not Adlara. Second, I only eat meat because I'm a carnivore." Pansy looked at her as if a snake was hanging off her face. Pansy heard a sigh of annoyance behind her.
" A carnivore is someone who only eats meat." Draco stated. Pansy then got that look on her face, as if someone had just lit the candle of idea above her head.
" Ah, Mr. Draco and Miss Aldara. Just the two people I wanted to talk to. Could you please excuse us Miss Parkinson?" Pansy nodded and scurried off.
" Yes Professor Dumbledore?" Aldara asked with a clean and sincere voice.
" Well, I just wanted to let you both know that Mr. Draco here will be your guide for the next few weeks and I have arranged all of your classes to be the same as Mr. Draco's so no one will get confused. I better be off!" and with a single wink in his right eye, Dumbledore strolled off with lightness in his step. When he disappeared out the doorway, Draco looked down at Aldara's face. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. Green with a twinge of gold around the vertically slit pupils. Just like the ones in his dream....
" So umm... Mr. Malfoy is it? You better give me a tour before classes." Draco slightly shook his head to stop staring at her eyes.
" First of all, my name is Draco. Don't call me Mr. Malfoy. That's my father and I'm certainly not him. Second, follow me." He was slightly mocking her. She stood to get ready to walk. He then noticed that she was kind of short and she didn't have a cloak.
" Where's your cloak?" She looked up for a second and blushed.
" Oh right! Accio Aldara's cloak." She held out her wand she just pulled out from her bag. One of the windows to the left busted open and her cloak zoomed right to her hand.
" Well, lets go." Draco turned and started to leave without the girl.
Hastily, Aldara put on her robe with a whoosh, picked up her bag, and ran to catch up with Draco. As soon as they were out of the dining hall, Draco turned to the right and led her into the room where they get into their common room and then dormitories. Aldara bent her head upwards and gazed at the top. She caught a glimpse of students walking towards a painting and said something.
They were all wearing Slytherin robes. While Aldara was wasting her time looking at the ceiling, Draco was rummaging through his cloak for a piece of paper that had that week's password on them. A short gasp of surprise caught his attention. Aldara had walked right onto a stairway that was suddenly moving.
" What the--?" Aldara managed to say before the steps suddenly switched directions violently.
She lost her balance and flipped over the edge. Draco was sure no one before had fallen and dare not imagine the trouble he would get in if he let her fall and die. Of course he was sure his father would pat him heartily on the back and start a rousing song of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" with his fellow Death Eaters and Draco did not want that. He whipped out his wand and spoke clearly,
" Wingardium leviosa." she suddenly floated upwards until her feet were safely on the top of the step's railing. He let down his wand and a sigh of relief. She was safe for now. She suddenly flipped backwards to another higher section of steps.
" Keep up with me Prince of Slytherin!" she dared to call out as she flipped three more times each time she was getting higher and higher.
Not wanting to show weakness, Draco stepped onto the stairway Aldara started on and waited for it to line up with another so he could advance higher. At this rate, Draco thought, I'll never catch up to her! What's one thing that would be faster than her... his broom! He hastily brought out his wand again and called out,
" Accio... Firebolt!" The window to his left swung open and Harry Potter's Firebolt hovered an arm's length away.
Maybe Potter won't mind? This could be very entertaining... the fun and mischevious part of his mind reasoned. Another voiced laughed.
Yeah, since when did Potter mind you taking things from him? Since when did Potter mind you AT ALL!
That was reason all right. Draco thought it would be best if he just didn't listen to the voices in his head. Only crazy people actually listen to those kind of voices. Well he is abnormal... With arms shaking in excitement, he reached out and jumped on the finely polished shaft of the broom.
" Bloody hell, does Potter polish this thing every day?" He had no more time to ponder on Harry's intimate relationship with his broom. He zoomed higher, flying past many clumps of students on differnet levels. At that moment, Harry's eye caught Aldara doing flips to stairways.
" Isn't that the new student?" he pointed out.
Ron and Hermione turned their heads to gaze apoun Aldara's gymnastics. Just then someone zoomed by on Harry's broom.
" MALFOY!" the black hair teenager screamed at him as his only student rival flew past on HIS broom.
Draco looked down for a second with a sneer before noticing a section of stairway was turning right at him. He maneuvered past it with fluid ease and continued his rash race with Aldara. Just as he reached the Slytherin painting, Aldara was already trying to guess the password. Already knowing that Draco was there, she decided to taunt him a little.
" Is it... Malfoy Rules? No too obvious... The Lusty Draco? Obvious..." To their surprise, the man in the painting laughed and swung open, even without the correct password. Aldara guessed that since she made fun of Draco while he was there, that it was as good as any password.
" Oh, hey, Draco! Didn't see you there... Well you better escort me to my room!" She crawled into the hole in the wall and Malfoy followed promptly.
" Draco!" said Vincent Crabbe, waving for his proclaimed leader to join him.
He and Gregory Goyle were sitting on the couch in front of the fire, but then they were right in front of him. They were ignoring Aldara completely. Draco guessed the two were too busy stuffing their faces at dinner to realize that they even had a new student.
" We've been waiting for you for like... five hours!" Crabbe whined.
Aldara didn't like these two grunts so she scooted her way behind their "fearless leader". Draco sat the Firebolt next to the hole in the wall before he said something,
" Well.... whatever I still have to show the girl around so if you'll excuse us." Draco brushed past them, but when Aldara tried, the two squished together warning her she isn't going to pass before she answers some questions.
" Well aren't you a skinny one.... where'd you come from little girl?" it had been a while since Goyle had threatened someone and God forbid him get rusty at it.
" I don't know. Now if you two would please sit down, I can be on my way to umm... potions." The word felt foreign on her tongue like when she came to this country.
They just stood there with the usual tough guy face. Her face uncharacteristically screwed into a fearfully angry face.
" I said sit!" She pressed her left palm on Crabbe's chest and her right on Goyle. She squeezed the fabric of their vests and helped the two confused bullies sit down on a couch and chair. She briskly walked pass and joined Draco at the fireplace.
" Dumbledore said that the picture I'm suppose to go through is the one on the right of the fireplace."
They followed Dumbledore's directions and came to a portrait of a man far- away on a boat on some lake that looked oddly familiar.
" Ahoy!" The voice sounded very far from where they were standing.
" AHOY! I'M HERE TO GIVE YOU A PASSWORD! IT'S... POP-TARTS!" The picture swung open, revealing a tunnel. As they walked through, their footsteps echoed in the small hallway.
" Pop-Tarts?" asked Draco.
" POP-TARTS ARE A... oops! Sorry, Pop-Tarts are a snack of Muggles." The tunnel was just tall enough for her to walk through without crouching.
Draco, on the other hand, was about four inches taller than her and had to hunch over slightly. Just as they walked in, they were walking into a one- bedroom place. There was one four-poster bed, a dresser and wardrobe, and one large mirror, which Draco dared to not look in. A smile crossed Aldara's face and her eyes lit up in ecstasy.
"Look at this! I've never had a room like this before!" she said before she flung herself upon her bed and giggled. Aldara looked around the room, eyeing the large stained glass window and the green and silver wallpaper, until she saw the grandfather clock next to her wardrobe.
" I've never actually had anything at all..." her mind just had to remind her. It always accured to Aldara that her mind has always said things that were quite odd. Aldara was beginning to think that there was two people inside of her mind.
" Oh no!" she gasped, "We'd better get to Potions, quickly, if we don't wanna be late!" Draco laughed, as he wasn't afraid of Professor Snape.
He had been late many times, before, and he never got in any trouble for it. But still, he hurried out the tunnel, after her, and back into the common room. Crabbe and Goyle were slowly making their way to a standing position, when Aldara ran by.
" Excuse me!" she said with a slight apologetic tone to her voice and she roughly re-sat the boys down in the chairs they previously were sitting in.
On their way out Draco grabbed the Firebolt thinking he might run into Potter before class. Of course Draco always had to be right about something. Just as they exited the Slytherin portrait, Aldara and Draco ran into a very angry Gryffindor boy.
" What in Merlin's beard were you doing with MY Firebolt?" Harry's cheeks were slightly red. Aldara blushed a bit and grabbed behind her to get the Firebolt.
" I'm really sorry Harry! It was all my fault. I was just poking some fun at Draco and..." Ron stepped forward.
" You mean to tell me that you made fun of Malfoy," she nodded once, " With him knowing?" she nodded again.
" You and me are going to become the best of friends!" He stepped forward to wrap his arm around her shoulders chauffeuring her way down to the hallway to Potions. Hermione shook her head and followed. Harry and Draco were left to ponder the new relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
" So, this is the new girl, eh?" Draco nodded.
" She's so... different..." he trailed off. Harry looked up at him.
" Pretty soon Hermione will be leeching information from her."
" Aye... " Draco and Harry stopped to look at each other. Were they just actually talking... normally?
" Better head to Potions, Potter. It's your favorite class and I'm sure Snape would love to see you late." Draco sneered. This is more like it.
" Piss off Malfoy." Harry spat at the Slytherin with just as much hate as Draco did. Harry stepped forward to wait until a stairway came his way. He then trotted off to join the others.
" Is this the fate of the "Prince of Slytherin"?" he asked himself aloud.
That has to be the coolest quote EVA! Well I suppose you all who are actually reading this God bless you by the way... Have even more questions...GOOD! Then you'll read my next chapter! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEdies