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C H A P T E R 3: part 1

Blythe talked animatedly throughout the ride to Hogwarts. This didn't annoy Draco as much as when Pansy did it. At least Blythe knew what she was talking about. She wasn't just babbling, she and Vince were engaged in a lively conversation about different types of drawing styles and Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Vince so energetic. As they neared the school, the chatter turned to things such as which house she would be sorted into, 'I hope I get into Slytherin with you guys. That would be wicked,' whether Snape and McGonagall were really as bad as she'd heard, 'McGonagall doesn't really turn you into an animal if you act up, does she,'and whether or not the students could throw parties, 'I heard the Hufflepuff parties are the greatest.'

They stepped from the coach and made their way up the steps and into the Great Hall with the rest of the students. However, before Blythe could follow Draco to the Slytherin table, she was pulled aside by a teacher.

"You would be Blythe, correct?"

Blythe nodded, "Yes Ma'am."

"Come with me."

Blythe bristled at the cool tone but followed as they moved from the Great Hall towards a short passage where a man with a long white beard and sparkling eyes stood waiting.

"Ah, Blythe, welcome to Hogwarts," he exclaimed, smiling at her and shaking her hand, "I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and this," he said, motioning to the teacher she had followed, "Is Minerva McGonagall."

'So that's McGonagall, eh? She seems strict... wonder who shoved a stick up her ass,' Blythe thought to herself.

To the headmaster she smiled, "Pleased to meet you, headmaster."

"Now, since you are the only seventh year, you will be the last to be sorted. After the first years have finished, Minerva will call your name and the Sorting Hat will be placed on your head."

Blythe nodded, "I know, sir. Draco told me."

She found the surprised glance he exchanged with McGonagall amusing.

He nodded, "Alright then," he turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, I must welcome my students."

Dumbledore turned and walked swiftly through the door, McGonagall close behind.

"Well," Blythe mumbled to herself, "That was only mostly annoying."

"And now, the first seventh year student in at least a century to be sorted into a Hogwarts house," Dumbledore stated, his voice echoing through the hall as McGonagall called her name.

"Blythe."

Students waited for a moment before whispers erupted all over the hall.

"Doesn't she have a last name?"

"Maybe she's an orphan."

"Maybe she's got amnesia."

Blythe glared around the Great Hall as she walked onto the platform and sat down on the stool. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head and she blocked the rest of the voices out.

"Well, interesting girl you are," the voice rumbled.

"Of course I am," she responded, "But that's not what you're here to tell me. What house am I in?"

The Sorting Hat mumbled something about patience and then, "SLYTHERIN!"

Blythe grinned smugly and pulled the Sorting Hat off, handing it to the Professor before bouncing down the steps and plopping down between Draco and Vince.

"Now then," Dumbledore's voice had a note of bewilderment to it, "Let the feast begin!"

Food appeared on the table and Blythe smiled before piling it onto her plate.

"Manicore," Draco mumbled and Blythe bit her lip to detain the nervous giggle.

Greg and Vince stepped into the common room and Draco followed. Blythe took a deep breath and stepped through the door. The common room held a few chairs of deep green velvet and two couches of the same material. A cheery fire burned in the fireplace and a warming spell shimmered in the air outside its reach.

"It gets cold down here I take it."

Draco nodded, "There's usually a warming spell until around 2 AM," he sank into one of the chairs, "But then it wears off and Snape doesn't cast it again until at least 7, the lazy bastard," but there was no real venom to the name.

Blythe smiled and shook her head, sinking in to the couch. The velvet was soft against her cheek.

"Draco!"

Blythe grimaced. She knew that voice. Obviously Draco found it as repulsing as she because his face took on a slightly green hue and his eye twitched slightly.

'Wow, he only does that when I really bother him. And Pansy gets it for walking into a room. Go figure.'

Pansy ran over to him and dropped down into his lap, lacing her arms around his neck. Blythe made gagging noises and crossed her eyes.

"Pansy," Draco said coolly, "Can I help you?"

"Oh, Draco, I've missed you so much," she whined, "Didn't you think of me?"

"Only when I felt like losing my lunch," he muttered.

"What was that? I could have sworn you said--"

Pansy's next statement was cut short as Draco stood, dumping her to the floor.

"What'd you do that for?" Pansy demanded shrilly, pug face scrunched in anger.

"Pansy, you remember Blythe, don't you?"

Pansy's eyes widened as she turned and found Blythe sitting and smirking down at her, an evil glint in her eye.

"Oh, yes Pansy, you remember me, right?" Blythe asked, her voice dripping sugar.

Pansy scrambled up and glared at her but shuffled backwards a bit, "No, I don't think I do," she lied.

"Oh that's a shame, because I've just been boiling over with excitement about sharing a dorm with you."

Blythe's amusement increased ten fold as, at the word boil, Pansy paled and glanced around nervously.

"Pansy," Draco drawled, "Why don't you show Blythe to the Girl's Dorm. I'm sure you two will be the very best of friends by the time Christmas rolls around."

Blythe grinned wickedly, "Of course we will."

Pansy whimpered, so quietly only Blythe and Draco who stood right next to her could hear it, and led the way to the Girl's Dorms.

A very nervous Pansy had introduced Blythe to the rest of the seventh year girls. Blythe had immediately dislike Millicent. The girl bothered her. But the others had been nice enough, especially Fayre, who had immediately noticed the change in Pansy's stature and taken a liking to Blythe. Blythe had chosen the bed next to her and smiled politely before dumping her things on the bed and leaving the dorm.

Currently, Blythe was making her way back to the common room to bother Draco. The voices of Greg and Vince drifted over to her as she entered.

"Seriously, Blaise, she's not like Pansy at all," Greg insisted.

Vince nodded, "She doesn't simper. She does threaten dismemberment though. That was sort of scary."

"Yes, I thought it was rather terrifying," Blythe stated.

She watched in almost guilt as Vince jumped in surprise.

"Blythe, don't frighten the animals," Draco admonished, smirking at Vince who glared at him.

A throat cleared and Blythe directed her attention to the disturbance. Her eyes widened a bit as she took in the boy before her. He was gorgeous, sex on a stick as they say, and he obviously knew it. Dark hair fell in soft curls where it had escaped the ponytail at the nape of his neck and his eyes were a clear blue. His skin was tanned and his school uniform fit so well as to be called sinful.

He smiled and stood, holding out a hand, "Hello, I'm Blaise Zabini."

To be continued...

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