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Everyone was watching me expectantly, probably wanting me to get on with it so they could eat. I cleared my throat a few times, which only resulted in irratating my throat and sending me into a caughing fit. Oh great. More than a few Slytherins started to snigger. Ok... what was I going to say? Maybe if I stood here long enough Dumbledore would tell me to go and sit down. I glanced over at him, he was smiling patiently at me while twidling his thumbs. Okay Dumbledore rescuing me was out. Okay think. THINK. Okay I got.

"I have a dream..." Did I just say that? Oh my bloody batter, I did. Martin Luther King Jr, these people did not know Martin Luther King did they? They were still starring at me. "That... that..." What was the next part? Okay new speech. "That we can all make the best better..." Okay so I was forced to use my 4-H motto, so what? What now? What now? Okay say something about defeating Voldemort. You havn't been a fan at all those football games for nothing have you? After all, you are planning to join the Order as soon as you graduate right? YES! So let's start spreading inspiration now"And we can all band togather and tell Voldemort" Opps everyone is flinching. Er- maybe this wasn't the direction I wanted to go in. They are looking at me as if I had just lost my mind. What now? What NOW"Tell him to er- Give us Liberty or Give us Death" I punctate my speech my punching my first through the air. No cheering, more like gasping and looks of fright. Clearly the liberty speech was lost on these Britains. I felt Dumbledore's presence behind me and sighed in relief. He placed an encouraging hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you Miss Morgan, for those encouraging words in these times of need." Dumbledore said through a smile, and people clapped polietly. The Gryffindor table cheered and clapped hard as I marched over and sat down, clearly most of them wondering what kind of crazy exchange student Dumbledore had sent them. I didn't really hear anything Dumbledore said except"Tuck In" I watched in wonderment as bowls and pitchers filled magically in front of me.

"Finally" Ron groaned and started scarffing down food. Hermione and I starred at him in horror. Finally giving up my appearance of mock horror, I glanced around ready to fill my own plate. I was a bit surprised to see quite a few American dishs. I was suddenly starving, so following Dumbledore's advice I immersed myself in dinner.

Just as the feast was about to end and people started to stare curiously over at me, Draco Malfoy appeared at my side. His golden Head Boy badge gleamed menacingly against black robes. Draco stood well over six feet, and his pale skin against the black robes making him look hot and smoky. Oh bludger. He's so hot. I looked playfully up into his over-confident icy blue eyes, and remembered something. No matter how hot Malfoy is, I don't like him! He's so arrogant! An if theres one thing I hate, it's arrogance. People were suddenly quiet, watching me and Draco. Hermione looked up nervously, and Harry Ron seemed angry.

"What are you doing here Malfoy" Ron asked harshly. Draco smirked.

"I'm here to take Miss Morgan on a tour of Hogwarts, Weasly." Malfoy replied cooly, holding his hand out to me as if to help me up. He was playing the gallant gentleman for the staff, who were watching as avidly as the students now. Everyone was watching me. To snub Malfoy or not to snub Malfoy, that is the question.

"Hermione is Head Girl Malfoy. She can take Jem on the tour." Harry said through gritted teeth. Draco's icy eyes found mine. His were as cold as mine were fiery.

"Jemison is a big girl Potter." Malfoy said in a deadly soft voice. Now everyone's eyes were on my. I glared up at Malfoy, his eyes were mocking. His hand still there. This was a challenge. A challenge that shouted to me. He was asking if I could handle him. Could I? Of course! I'm not scarred of some prissy little rich boy. Some small voice shouted, 'Are you losing your mind? He is probably a future Death Eater". That was my common sense talking, as mom would say. 'Your a future Order member! You'll have to deal with Death Eaters all the time! You can't back down now.' Pride was hot and searing. I placed my hand in Malfoy's. He smirked, all but telling me I didn't know what I was getting into. I heard Ron mutter something about stupid cousins. I attempted to smirk at Malfoy, but his smirk widened so mine must have looked stupid. So I can't smirk better than him, who cares?

My heart was racing as Malfoy led me to the doors of the Great Hall. I glanced around, and saw many glares aimed at me from Malofy's fan club. I looked back at Draco, and watched as his robes strained against his broad shoulders and well muscled chest. Oh crap, quick think of something else! Er- umm. Blaze Zabini. Fudge it. My breathing was slightly uneven, and my palm was sweating slightly. I gave my hand that Draco still held captive a small tug. He held on tightly, and everyone's eyes were still on the two of us. Not wanting to look uneasy in front of the whole of Hogwarts, I followed at his side. Cures and hexes running wildy through my head.

As soon as we were in the cool entrance hall, lighted by torches I gave my hand a sharp tug. Still he held fast.

"Are you going to give me my hand back" I asked a sarcastic lilt in my voice.

"Wouldn't want to lose you, now would I" He asked, sacasm dripping from his low voice. I gave up and tried to regulate my breathing. Besides Malfoy's hand was cool against my flushed skin. Maybe I disliked Malfoy so much already since we were total opposties. Good vs Evil. Ice vs Fire. Order against Death Eater. He pulled me across the Hall torwards a stone archway. A very dark stone archway, the must led down into the Dungeons. I stopped. And Draco cast an annoyed glance over at me.

"Th- The dungeons first" I asked uneasily. I hated the dark, and wasn't about to go into a dark, web infested dungeon, which a dark wizard I definatly did not trust.

"Is the almighty Jemison Morgan afraid of the dark" Malfoy asked in a quiet sarcastic voice, with raised eyebrows. I gulped and was a minute to late with answering. He smirked.

"I'm not afraid of anything" I exclaimed and yanked him torwards the archway. Draco dropped my hand in surprise, and walked beside me. I grinned over at him, I had caught the brief sparkle of surprise in his icy emotionless eyes. He walked confidently beside me. We both stepped into the very dim shadows of the archway, ready for the challenge.