Disclaimer: I do not own anything that I'm writing about, except, well, the plot, and Catherine Saber, the Ice Queen of Slytherin.

Author's Note: I didn't update as soon as I'd expected. I had to go to New Hampshire, with NO COMPUTER! Draco IS going to be one of the major characters for now, but that MAY change as we go along. Maybe he'll be one of--oops! You didn't just read that!

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He didn't know what made him do it, but he went to Dumbledore's office. The white bearded man was there with his annoyingly bright and happy blue eyes, his red-and-gold plumed phoenix beside him, chirping merrily.

"Can I help you, Draco?" Professor Dumbledore asked him calmly, smiling. The Slytherin's face didn't twitch a bit.

"I've come to see you about the heir problem," Draco answered gruffly. The headmaster's face lit up in surprise.

"You've found Slytherin's heir already?" Dumbledore asked.

"No," was his reply. "But it's obvious. Thomas Riddle, otherwise known as the Dark Lord, is the Heir of Slytherin. He has the blood, after all, and as we discussed during the start of fourth year, the only one." Dumbledore looked sort of disappointed.

"Well," the old man said slowly. "My recent research has informed me that there might be another heir."

"Who?" Draco said, trying to control his curiosity.

"Well, let's put it this way," Dumbledore chirped. He was glad to know that the boy had the qualities of a true human. "Tom's mother. Her name. It was Katerillia Saber." The sixteen-year-old gaped.

"You mean—"he said. The headmaster nodded.

"I think now is the time to talk to her," he said, and clapped his hands. Out of nowhere, a girl with purple streaked midnight black hair and dark navy eyes appeared.

"What the—"Catherine started to say, but Professor Dumbledore raised a hand. She shut up.

"Miss Saber, I have been informed that Thomas Riddle's mother's name was Katerillia Saber," he said, getting right to the point. "Did you know of this?"

Catherine nodded, surprising her friend. "But why didn't you tell us?" Draco said, crossing his arms. "I thought Blaise and I were your friends."

"You are," Catherine snapped. "I was just keeping my mouth shut, like mother told me to."

"You follow your mother?" Draco snorted. "I—"

"That is quite enough, Mr. Malfoy, Miss Saber," Professor Dumbledore interrupted. "Now we must make sure if you are the heir, Miss Saber." Catherine nodded willingly, her dark eyes full and eager.

Dumbledore opened the bottom drawer of his desk and took out a single golden box. He opened it carefully. Catherine stared. Draco gawked. Inside were seven tokens.

There was a golden medallion encrusted with blood-red rubies. A great, majestic lion could be seen, baring its teeth. Next to it was a bronze necklace studded with sapphires, forming a flying eagle, ready to spring. After that, there was a beautiful gold bracelet with jet-black stones that were so dark and magical that they could not be named. A badger crawled in an especially large stone. In the place after was a finely made silver ring with a smooth emerald surface. On the emeralds, there was a slick silver serpent coiled up.

The three others were specially made. The first one was a lovely gold badge with the form of a golden red phoenix flapping its wings. The second was a bronze watch, ticking as strange numerals moved around. The third was a sight to behold. There was a pristine silver ring encrusted with amethysts. In the center was a coal black lily, made with the same stones as the bracelet, except they had a magical aura around them.

"Now, Miss Saber, if you please," Professor Dumbledore said, smiling as he presented the silver ring with the snake. Catherine grinned brilliantly and placed it on her finger.

Nothing happened.

"This is odd," Dumbledore commented, evidently puzzled. "It is supposed to shine when it sees the true heir."

"But I'm not the true heir, so it won't shine," Catherine said clearly.

"What?!" Draco exclaimed. "But you're—"

"Yes, I know," Catherine said dryly. "A Saber. But there's one thing you don't know, Professor Dumbledore. Katerillia Saber was adopted. Her real surname, no one ever knew. My mother told me."

"Your mother does everything," muttered Draco.

"Some friend you are, Drake," Catherine mumbled.

"But what I don't understand, Miss Saber, is why you put on the ring when you knew that you were not the heir," Dumbledore said.

Catherine smiled radiantly, lighting up the room. "Ah, you see, Professor Dumbledore" she said. "I just wanted to try on the ring because only a true Slytherin could touch it." Her face darkened. "My father seemed to think otherwise." She stormed out of the office.

"What was that about?" Draco asked.

Dumbledore merely shrugged. Draco became suspicious. He knows something, he thought. He knows why Catherine is acting so weird.

"I'll go now," he said promptly, walking out of the room.

At the Slytherin Common Room, he found Blaise sitting on a couch, looking very puzzled and frustrated. He sat down beside his friend.

"Did she come?" Draco said. Blaise nodded.

"I was just sitting here, waiting for you guys, when Cathy came in," the stressed boy replied. "I was about to ask her why she was looking so dark and, er, hateful, but she just walked past me and shut herself up in her mysterious bedroom."

Draco told Blaise about everything that had happened. "Why do I always miss all the good stuff?" the black-haired boy groaned.

"Well, c'mon. Let's go check on Cat," Draco said, standing up. Blaise did the same. The two male Slytherins walked to the dark fairy.

"Password?" she asked in a way that reminded the two of Catherine.

"Loraeas Minores," Blaise said. The portrait swung open. They entered Catherine's own common room.

"Now where's the bedroom portrait?" Draco asked. Blaise shrugged. They looked around for any clues that could tell them where her bedroom was.

"Wait, Draco," Blaise said, indicating a small wooden frame delicately carved with trees, flowers, and birds. It was painted lusciously. The picture was of a waving young girl of about six with coal black hair and dark navy blue eyes.

"It's Catherine, isn't it?" Draco said quietly, gazing at the soft, youthful face of the girl. "But what's this got to do—oh!"

"What's the password?" questioned Blaise.

"Arias Vario," a voice said behind them. The room changed. The boys whipped around to see Catherine there, her eyes icy cold.

"Cathy, I can explain—"Draco began, but the sixteen-year-old teenager just shook her head.

"Never mind," Catherine said with a sigh. "You were just worried about me. I know."

"What exactly happened with you, Cat?" Blaise said, his voice amazingly soft. "You're usually not that ignorant of my presence."

Catherine smiled. "I don't know," she answered, grimacing. "My stupid father, that's all."

"What'd he do?" Draco said.

"Stupid Gryffindor," Catherine muttered. "My mother was a Ravenclaw, but obviously not smart enough to get a better husband. He had 'great hopes' for me, and I obviously let him down by getting sorted into 'rotten Slytherin'. What does a Gryffindor know about Slytherin life anyway? I actually like it here, but does he care? Oh, nooooo. 'Gryffindor is the best house, Catherine, but you dampened my hopes for you. My own daughter, a Slytherin! I'm highly disappointed in you.' Pish-posh!" She looked very distressed indeed.

Blaise shook his head. This was not at all the way his friend usually acted. She was so cool, calm, and collected. He looked at the figure in front of him. She must be really frustrated.

"C'mon, Cathy. Let's go down to dinner now," he said, lending her a hand.

"Thanks, Blaise," Catherine said, gaining her cool once more. She smirked. "Weasel's ought to be there. You see the way he loses his eyeballs around me! Like I'll ever have an ounce of care for him."

Blaise grinned. This was the real Cathy.

"Harry, here she comes!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione Granger walked through the doors of the Great Hall.

"Yeah. Like that's Saber," Harry said, rolling his eyes. Hermione completely ignored the two and went to sit by Parvati and Lavender, her new best girlfriends. Harry missed her more than ever. Snape was giving them tons of homework.

"No, Harry, it's really her now!" Ron said excitedly as the glazed look came to his face again. The Boy Who Lived sighed. Ron was never going to get over her, was he?

Catherine Saber and her two sidekicks. Harry had never thought he was going to hate anyone more than Malfoy. Well, Malfoy was still on top of his list, but Catherine tied with him.

"D'you think she'll go with me to the ball?" Ron asked. Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, and Professor Flitwick had announced it to their respective houses about fifteen minutes ago. There was going to be a Halloween Ball on Halloween Night. It wasn't a costume ball, since the Head Girl, Cristianna White, thought it was going to be too confusing.

"I really doubt it, Ron," Ginny said as she joined them. "Why would you want to go with that git anyway?" She wrinkled her nose at Catherine. "Sure, she's pretty and all, but that's all. She's only looks. Oh, snap out of it, Ron! Why don't you ask Herm? She hasn't got a date yet." Ron scowled, then turned his gaze back to the dark girl.

"It's only been fifteen minutes, Gin. No one should have a date yet. Not so soon," Harry said, defending his best friend. Sure, he wanted Ron and Hermione to get together, but only after Ron realized that Catherine wasn't worth it. Which was probably never going to happen. But he stayed optimistic about the future.

"Lavender is going with Seamus, and Parvati's with Dean," Ginny said, looking very put down. It was clear that she had liked Dean. Too much for Ron's liking.

"They don't count. They're Lavender and Parvati," Harry argued.

"Fine," Ginny said. "Well, d'you want to go with me?" Harry was dumbfounded.

"But I thought you gave up on me two years—"he started, but Ginny cut him off.

"All right, all right. It was just a question, Harry," she said. Harry couldn't miss the disappointment in her voice. He felt sorry.

"I'll go with you, Gin," he said. That seemed to cheer the redhead up a lot.

"'Kay, Harry. Thanks," she replied, grinning as she gulped down her pumpkin juice.

While they were busy talking, they hadn't noticed Ron walking over to the Slytherin table. But there he was, at the side of their enemy's table, boldly asking Catherine to the ball.

Catherine snorted. "I've had enough of a bad day, Weasley. I don't need you dulling it up even more," she said, smirking.

"So you'll go with me?" Ron asked hopefully.

"Give it up, Weasel. Can't you take a clue?" Draco drawled. Blaise snickered.

Ron blushed beet red. "Fine. But you haven't seen the last of me, Catherine," he said, walking away.

"It's Miss Saber!" Catherine called as Draco grinned.

Harry and Ginny glared at the Slytherins. Hermione, despite her modesty, smiled. She was still mad at Ron, but that didn't keep her from liking him.

"Ignore them, Ron," Ginny said, putting an arm around her brother. "Saber's not worth it. Go with Mione."

Ron looked at the bushy-haired girl dumbly. "So, Herm, would you?" he said, brightening up.

"Fine. Whatever," Hermione answered carelessly, but the warmth and happiness in her eyes was evident.

"Well, one plan went well," Harry muttered.

"Don't worry, Harry. Everything'll be all right," Ron said cheerfully, digging into his dinner.

He didn't realize how wrong he was.

Author's Note: Catherine's down for the Heir of Slytherin. But about Draco, I don't know. Keep reviewing!

Aqua Mage: You'll see. Just R & R and you'll find out! (hums to self quite annoyingly)

Chikara-Yuy: Yay! I feel so loved!

Catherine: (waves as she approaches the scene) Hey, people! I'm your favorite character, Catherine Saber! Any questions? Any at all?

CrystalSparks: Hey! This is my story! Get out! (pushes Catherine and sticks her tongue out)

Catherine: No! I'm the main character!

CrystalSparks: No you aren't!

Catherine: Yes I am!

CrystalSparks: No you aren't!

Catherine: Yes I am!

CrystalSparks: No you aren't!

Blaise: C'mon! We're boring the audience!

Draco: Yeah. Only because I wasn't here.

Catherine: (rolls her eyes) I'm only too sure, Drake.

Draco: Don't call me that!

Pansy: (comes out and starts hugging Draco) Can I call you Drakie, dear?

Draco: AHHHH!!!!!! Cathy, Blaise, save me!

Catherine and Blaise: No.

CrystalSparks: That's all for now, people. Bye!

Catherine: Oh, no you won't! (pounces on CrystalSparks while knocking down Blaise, Draco, and Pansy at the same time)

(Curtain closes)

In the background, Catherine's voice rings, crying, "NO!!!!!! Oh, fine! I'll stop screaming if you people REVIEW!"