It didn't quiet hit Viviel what agreeing to Draco's proposal meant for her social life until the following morning at breakfast. She had come down from her dormitory only to be met by Draco as she left the common room. He was her escort to the Great Hall, with the entourage of nearly all the sixth and seventh years of Slytherin House. The heat in her cheeks continued to burn as they made their entrance, watched by nearly every other witch and wizard Hogwarts possessed. Viviel was beginning to wish it was possible to Apparat in Hogwarts, because she wished more dearly now than ever to be able to disappear amid the curious stares and loud whisperings that spread like wild fire through the tables.

Draco took her by the arm and regally lead her towards the center of the table. Slytherins parted wordlessly to make room for the both of them. Hands passed down the freshest dishes of food to their seats. A third year Viviel knew by face but not by name poured her a goblet of orange while another second year buttered a roll. The heat had yet to leave her face. This was all too much like being royalty.

"I told you you would be a queen." he whispered softly into her ear after watching her reaction to this new sort of treatment.

There were no ill comments for Viviel from her fellow peers today. No jeers or pranks like Cockroach Cluster in her porridge. The only person who seemed remotely against Viviel at the table was Pansy Parkinson. Her whole face looked as though she'd been forced to swallow a lemon, whole. If looks could kill, Pansy would have sent her six feet under yesterday.

Thinking of dirt reminded the seventh year that she had left her Herbology text book in the common room the previous evening. Her essay for Professor Sprout was next to it. She was about to get to her feet when Draco laid one of his hands across hers.

"Why are you leaving? You've barely eaten anything." he pointed out to her.

Viviel shook her head. "My homework for Herbology- it's in the common room-"

"Don't worry about that." Draco whistled and an eager fourth year boy was by in side in a moment, bent over to hear Draco's order. "Retrieve Viviel's Herbology materials from the common room. I believe you'll find it-"

"It's really no trouble to get it myself, Draco, truly." she protested.

He turned in his seat and locked his grey eyes onto her own dark ones, flashing her his most charming smile, and winked. "Don't worry about these things. Just think, you'll have more time to get to Potions on time if you eat breakfast and let others tend to these things."

She opened her mouth wordlessly, closed it, and then opened it again. I probably look like a fish. Viviel though covering her face with her spare hand to save herself some embarrassment.

If any noticed, they weren't saying anything. Draco finished dictating what Viviel needed from the common room and the fourth year hurried off to do his bidding. He turned back to her and indicated that her goblet of juice had just been refilled for her. Viviel grinned uncertainly and went about finishing her breakfast.

When they stood up to leave for class, Draco handed Viviel her schoolbag along with her Herbology materials. She had been so obsorbed with listening to the chatter around her that she hadn't noticed the fourth year return with her things. After sliding her bag over her shoulder she walked alongside with Draco past the Gryffindor table. Potter and Weasley watched them walk out the front door, disgust written all over their faces.

"Don't think about them." Draco murmured as they walked with their "royal" entourage to class. Slowly, almost naturally, his hand founds and they continued down the corridors in this fashion.

Perhaps I'm just thinking about this all too much. It could be nice, not needing to worry about anything except going to class and getting my work done. Viviel though quietly to herself. Her hand was squeezed lightly and she smiled. I'll enjoy myself for once.