Chapter 7: The Proper Way to Greet a Malfoy.

Vyk awoke the next day still a little groggy from the medicine she drank, but felt well enough to go to the Great Hall for breakfast. She was standing in the hallway, wearing her school robes, but not wanting to go inside. She was never good at making friends, and she probably wasn't likely to start now. Many students were inside already, and the ones who were coming down or up the stairs were staring at her like some freak that didn't belong. Vyk was about to walk back to the nurse's office, when she heard someone calling out to her from behind.

"Hey, Vyk! Do you remember me from last night?" It was Hermione, she was walking down the stairs with Ron and another boy that she saw last night just before she blacked out.

"Of course, you are Hermione Granger, and he is Ron Weasley, and I don't know him, sorry. Did I meet him last night, because if I did I am dreadfully sorry. I have the worst time remembering people's names." Vyk kept rambling on and on, but no one seemed to care. Hermione shook her and said, "No, you didn't meet him. This is one of my good friends, Harry Potter." Vyk shook his hand and replied out of courtesy, "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter." Harry looked like a sad dog, and it made her laugh.

"Were you going inside for breakfast, because if you were, you could eat with us, if you like." It was Hermione speaking now, but Ron still hadn't said anything. Vyk nodded and walked inside the Great Hall beside them. Vyk was watching her feet, instead of looking up and her long brown hair was covering most of her face, because she didn't want anyone to see her just yet.

Suddenly Ron stopped and made Vyk run into his hard back, she shook her head to get rid of the nauseousness she was feeling from running into him and what was left over from the disgustingly sweet medication she had been forced to drink earlier that morning. She didn't know why they had stopped, and she wasn't going to ask to find out. She tilted her head to the side of Ron to look past him, and she saw a group of people wearing green and silver glaring at Hermione, Harry, and Ron. Obviously they hadn't seen her yet, and she hoped to keep it that way. She was supposed to be a Gryffindor, but did not feel brave enough to help these people who were the only ones to talk to her, as of yet.

Vyk felt someone walking up behind her, but didn't turn around to see who it was. She felt a hand at her elbow, so she looked up at a face that she couldn't place. He smiled at her, but it was not a happy smile or a Welcoming smile, it was cold and lifeless, just as she suspected this man to be.

"Get your filthy hands off of her, Malfoy." Harry was talking to the man at her side. So he is called Malfoy. Odd name, really.

"Don't think I will, Potter, and if I did I wouldn't do it because you told me so." Said Malfoy. Vyk felt like she was going to be sick, so she turned around to leave, but he still had a hold of her arm. "Where do you think you are going, I'm not done with you, yet." Malfoy sneered. Vyk wanted to leave, but couldn't think of how to nicely, so she did the only thing that she could; she kneed him in the groin, and fled to the nearest bathroom and threw up.

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Author's Note: Sorry about the short chapter, but I was kinda stumped about how to go further, but I have a few ideas brimming on the surface. Not much of a cliffie here, but you'll see what Malfoy does in the next chapter. Big Grin

Ash