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Two - Some Sort of Displacement

'I'm standing in this chamber full of miserable little first years. me. a seventh year. here. with first years. Oh how Fleur would be laughing. That stupid wench. The stern-looking, tall, black-haired witch in the emerald green robes had introduced herself as "Professor McGonagall". She just looked at me and nodded. Seriously. She nodded! How very odd this school is. And to think that he's here. Of all places, here. Crazy lot they are, those —'

Some first year boy was tugging on her robe. She looked down at the boy.

"Um... Do you know where the bathroom is?" The boy squeaked.

'Why the hell would I know kid? I only just got here too! Why do you think, oh...'

"No, sorry kid, no clue," She told him.

Before any more could be said, Professor McGonagall returned. "Now, form a line, and follow me."

"Hey Lavender, do you know where Bulanthya went?" Ron yelled down the Gryffindor table.

"Sorry Ron" She yelled back, shaking her head.

"She's odd. Very odd. And rather suspicious too. But very pretty," Harry said to Ron.

"Shhh! The Sorting's about to begin!" Hermione hissed at them.

'It sings. The wretched thing sings. And it said we have to put it on our head. And they say this is the best wizarding school. Ah heck. Look at all those little first years. One by one, walking up, sitting on the stool, putting it on their head, it yells out something, they run off. Rather repetitive if you ask me.'

"Perks, Mary-Sue," McGonagall said.

A girl with a bright pink face and mousy brown hair ran up and became a Ravenclaw. A few more names, a few more kids, a few more students.

"Yang, Catherine," became a Hufflepuff.

'Wouldn't mind being in a house with such an odd name like Hufflepuff. Quite cute really.'

And then.

"Zeshawna, Bull-ann-thya...?,"

'ugh, they did it again. it's first year, all over again. damn parents with whacky names...'

Bulanthya walked up to Professor McGonagall and glared.

"It's Bulanthya. Bar-lan-thee-ya. Hope you can get it right soon."

'with poise, superiority and a splash of elegance, I walked up to the stool. I picked up the hat. I sat down. I put the hat on my head. My heart pounded in my chest.'

"Ron, I found her"

"Yeah, Harry, so did I,"

"She's so weird!"

"Lavender! You don't even know her! That's not a nice thing to say!"

"Hermione, don't listen in on Parvarti and Lavender's conversation!"

"Since when are you filled with moral Ms. Weasley?"

"Oh hush! I want to know what house she's going to be in!"

"That's the girl I was talking about Pansy,"

"She's a pretty one isn't she?"

"Umm... If you like that sort"

"So you want me to buddy up to this mudblood, find the goss on her, and report back to you? Huh Draco?"

"Yeah, that's basically it"

"What do I get in return? Hmm?"

"How much do you want Pansy?"

"A hundred"

"Easily done."

"Shake on it"

"It's a done deal"

All through the hall, bets were being made. Mostly about what house she would be in, but Zabini and Malfoy had another bet going on.

"I bet you can't get into bed with her Malfoy"

"I bet you I could"

"How much are you willing to bet?"

"Seventy-five?"

"Not that much, but I'll take it. And remember, no magic"

"When's the deadline?"

"Since I'm such a generous kind of guy, I'll say... before we graduate. I know it's not enough time for you Malfoy, but, you'll have to get along,"

"That's enough for me to do the deed several times Zabini"

"That's one ego you have there"

"And I love it"

'oh, you're not a first year, seventh year is it? well let me see'

'hurry it up please'

'no need to be nasty dear girl. oh, so you're looking for him are you?'

'you know who he is? where he is?'

'i know many things, better make it...'

"SLYTHERIN!"

'this where i can find him?"

'sure is dear girl, now go join the rest of them'

'thankyou'

"WHAT?!" the voices of four boys echoed the hall, with many other voices whispering along. Ron turned to Harry, Harry turned to Malfoy, Malfoy glanced at Zabini confusedly, and Zabini smiled slyly at Harry.

"Harry! Harry! I think I'm hearing things! Slytherin?! But she's muggle! That not right Harry! It's just not right!"

"Ron, think about it, it's not the first time 'filth' has gotten into that house," Harry said, still not looking away from Malfoy and Zabini.

"Harry, you just called her filth. She's just muggleborn. She's like you Harry. Harry, are you alright?"

He finally looked at Ron, " Yeah, Ron, I'm fine, I was just saying, Malfoy and Zabini look like they're going to be giving her hard year because she's like me,"

"Pansy, remember our deal" Malfoy whispered across the table.

"I know" They were silence by Dumbledore.

"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin, I'd like to say a few, meaningful words; Le regard et Découvre! Enjoy!"

'I'm sitting and eating, and I can feel everyone around me shift nervously. Apparently, I'm extremely... is freaky the right word? Well, I can see Draco at the other end of the table, gesturing me to sit opposite him. Not sure if I should though, but he seems insistent... I think I will. Wow, look at all of them, they must really hate me. They're all eyeing me. Oh look it's Draco, just sit down. Sit DOWN! But I can't sit down, this girl's in the way... Oh dear'

"Pansy, move over will you, I think Bulanthya is trying to sit,"

"Oh, sorry, I'm Pansy, Pansy Parkinson, nice to meet y— "

"Bulanthya Zeshawna, from Beauxbatons, nice to meet you too Pansy," Bulanthya said before taking a seat.

As she sat, Draco was chuckling to himself about Pansy's reaction to, well, Bulanthya. Bulanthya in the meantime, was glaring at Draco. He smiled questioningly back.

"What?"

'Look, asshole, I know about your stupid little bet with that Zabini guy, and I know about your deal with Pansy. Don't ignore me, I know you can hear me.'

'Well, can't you just let me win the bet? I'll make it worth your while'

'No. I guess you want everyone to know about you and that guy during the holidays, and what you did? Hmm?'

'Ok, fine, I'll call it off'

"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Zeshawna, I must ask you to desist your little staring competition at this very moment! You are causing quite a scene!" Professor Sprout huffed.

"What? huh?" Bulanthya looked around confusedly, why was everyone staring at them? Pansy nudged her and whispered "During the staring competition, you two were causing little electric sparks everywhere"

"WHAT?! Um... Sorry Professor..." Bulanthya said hesitantly.

She ate the rest of her meal in silence, making sure no eye contact was made with anyone. This was going to be a long year.

A/N: Well then. I nominate it as most boring chapter of the year. Who's with me?

laterz daydreamer

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