Disclaimer: On the first chaptery thingy.

Ha, you never thought I'd ever get around to writing this, did you Kerri? Well, I did, SO THERE! AHAHAHAHAHA! And by the way, you have my ring and I WANT IT BACK!

Introductions and Meetings and Other Such Things

Draco Malfoy smiled as he watched a cheerful little girl bounce up and down on the balls of her feet impatiently. The old Draco would have never smiled at such a thing, and instead would have found it to be the most moronic thing in the world, but times had changed. He had changed. The girl was his eleven year old daughter Victoria, and she would be leaving for her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a matter of minutes aboard the Hogwarts Express.

"Tell me again, Daddy," She exclaimed excitedly, "What's going to happen at eleven?" Draco smiled down at her.

"Well, honey, you're going to walk through the barrier and you'll be on your way to Hogwarts for the first time. Do you remember what I told you?" The young girl's face grew serious for a moment.

"That I will be Sorted into Slytherin and that all other Houses are scum, especially those poopy Gryffindors. But Daddy, what happens if I don't get into Slytherin?" Draco patted his daughter's curly amber hair covered head.

"Don't worry. You will. You are a Malfoy, after all."

"But Mommy wasn't in Slytherin, was she, Daddy?" A shadow passed over Draco's face for a split second, then disappeared.

"No, she wasn't, but she saw the error of her ways later on. Now be a good girl and make Daddy proud." Victoria hugged him and picked up her bag. Draco waved as she walked through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, then sneered the moment she was out of sight. He had just spotted one of the last people he wanted to just then, a tall, lanky red headed man with an abundance of freckles. The man saw him as well, and the moment the young girl he had been with crossed the barrier he stood up as straight as he could and walked over to Draco.

"Malfoy."

"Weasel. I didn't think they were still letting your kind into Hogwarts."

"Yes, well, since that little incident with the whole Harry-taking-down-You-Know-Who-for-the-gazillionth-and-final-time thing, there's really not much question about whether the respectable wizarding families should be allowed in." Ron placed an excess amount of emphasis on the word "respectable" as if to prove a point. Draco sneered again.

"You mean that since your... play girl is the Headmaster, your family and friends won't have any problems getting in, even if they are as useless as you."

"Why you!" Ron lunged at Draco, but before a fight could ensue, the whistle indicating the departure of the Hogwarts Express sounded. Both stopped what they were doing and stared at the brick wall almost wistfully. Almost. Draco caught Ron's look, and something dawned on him.

"Don't tell me you've actually managed to get a girl that would screw you, eh, Weasel?" Ron's cheeks and neck flushed red.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't. You never did. Later, Weasel." With that, Draco Disapperated back to the Manor, leaving a very angry, rather confused Ron Weasley standing alone in the busy station.

On the Hogwarts Express

Victoria sat in an empty compartment, waiting for someone she knew, specifically Morgan Zambini, whose parents Draco knew quite well, to arrive. She did so in a matter of moments and the two began chatting quietly about what would happen once they arrived at Hogwarts. In the middle of a particularly riveting story regarding something their parents had done together during their school days, the compartment door slid open to reveal a small red headed girl with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Victoria and Morgan stopped talking and stared at the newcomer as if she had three heads. Eventually, she spoke.

"Um...is there anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is pretty much full." Victoria and Morgan exchanged slightly malevolent grins before replying in a manner worthy of the Slytherin House.

"Well, then, I suppose that sucks for you, now doesn't it?" Victoria mentally congratulated herself. The statement was something her father might have said in the face of that darned Harry Potter upon their first meeting. The girl shrugged timidly, as if unsure whether the comment should bother her or not, then turned around and walked back down the corridor the way she had come. The conversation resumed, this time focusing on the superiority of their parent's House over all the others, and how if they didn't get in they would probably be disowned.

"You know that girl who was in here earlier?" Morgan said in a hushed voice, as if afraid someone would overhear. Victoria nodded.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"I bet you anything she's one of those goody-goodies who suck up to teachers every chance they get."

"I wouldn't put it past her. That girl is definitely Gryffindor material." The girls burst out laughing, knowing already that this would be a good year.

Our little Slytherin indeed.