Chapter 6: The Slytherins

Further down the train a blond Slytherin sat motionless. His mind still reeling from what he had overheard. Harry Potter was gay? He nearly groaned; that was something he didn't need to hear. It just made things worse actually. See, unknown to everyone (except Blaise and Millicent), Draconius Lucius Malfoy had a huge crush on one Harry James Potter. The crush had been there since the beginning, since the moment Harry had walked into Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions. He had found Harry's untidy appearance utterly delightful and he had adored Harry as much as any eleven- year-old boy really could. He had wanted to impress the boy, which of course had backfired in his face.

Then Harry had refused his offer of friendship and Draco was devastated. He had never wanted anything as badly as he had wanted Harry's friendship. But Harry had refused him and he had felt like his heart had shattered. So he did everything in his power to make Harry's life miserable, to make Harry feel the pain he had felt. True, it was childish, but at the time he was still a child. It wasn't until later that he realized that making Harry miserable made him utterly miserable too. But by then it was too late. The rivalry had started between them and now there were to many insults and too much hatred for them to be anything more than enemies. Even though it was just an act for Draco and he was a damn good actor, he knew Harry really disliked him. Draco sighed and looked out the window. Life sucked. It just couldn't get any worse than this.

He grunted when something pounced on to his lap. Looking down he found the most beautiful, intriguing creature. The cat-like creature was black with violet eyes and a split tail. It was sleek and elegant and the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen.

"What is that?" Blaise Zabini asked staring at the black creature in Draco's lap. Blaise had long black hair that had a slight curl to it and sapphire blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. He had a square jaw and sharp cheekbones. At 6'4" he was by far the tallest in the group, but unlike most people his height, he didn't appear gangly or awkward. He had broad shoulders and well defined arms due to the fact that he played a beater in Quidditch even though he wasn't on the team. And like most Slytherins he enjoying nothing more than causing chaos and mayhem. He was also fiercely loyal to his friends.

"She's beautiful," Draco said to Blaise's question, which didn't answer it at all. Ever so slowly he reach down to pet the kitten. Draco's fingertips brushed the black fur and he sighed. "Silk. She feels like silk." As Draco stroked the silky fur, the cat purred contently and curled up it's tails flickering back and forth.

"What do you think it is?" Blaise asked again.

Draco shrugged. "Some kind of cat," he guessed. He didn't really care. He just liked the way the cat's fur felt against his hand.

Vincent Crabbe with his pudding bowl hair cut and Gregory Goyle with his gorilla-like appearance barely glanced up from the pile of treats they were consuming. But even if they had looked at the cat creature they wouldn't have know what it was anyway. They weren't exactly the brightest crayons in the box. Millicent Bulstrode was a tough Slytherin girl. At 5'10" she had grown into her sturdy body structure. She had shoulder-length black hair and eyes that were just as dark. She looked up from the book she was reading and stared at the cat intently. Then she shrugged and went back to reading.

Pansy Parkinson another Slytherin girl who closely resembled a pug, pulled her gaze away from Blaise's spectacular figure to glare at the creature. "It's probably flea ridden. Get rid of it before it contaminates everything in here," she sneered haughtily tossing her mousy brown hair over her wide shoulders. Her hair had once been blond, but it had darkened to a dull brown as she had gotten older.

"We allow you to stay, so we can't be anymore contaminated then we already are," Blaise said smoothly.

Draco smirked. Pansy huffed, crossed her arms and turned away. Millicent snickered into her book, while Crabbe and Goyle continued to stuff their faces.

The compartment door slide open and the cat in Draco's lap hissed. Everyone turned to look at the compartment's door and saw Ron Weasley stand there.

"Malfoy," Ron spat.

"What do you want Weasel?" Blaise sneered.

"Come to rat out Harry Potter now that he's finally wised up and dumped your sorry-ass?" Draco smirked.

"How..." Ron started before slamming his mouth shut.

Draco's smirk deepened, if that was even possible. "I'm a Malfoy. I know everything," he said smugly.

"Oh really?" Ron snorted in disbelief.

Draco made a humming sound in his throat as he calmed the cat down. The creature was still tense, but she was no long hissing. "I know that there's trouble in paradise and that the Golden Trio is no more. Tell me Weasel, was it Potter or Granger that gave you that black eye? I hope it was Granger."

Everyone in the compartment snickered even though none of them knew what was going on. But they were Slytherins after all and they couldn't show their ignorance. Although Draco knew that he'd have some explaining to do to Blaise and Millicent afterward. But for now everyone would just pretend to know what the hell was going.

Draco sighed. "Why don't you leave Weasel, there's nothing you can tell us that we don't already know. Not to mention we don't take information from two-faced bigots."

With a snarl Ron spun around and stalked off down the corridor.

"How rude," Blaise said, "he couldn't even shut the door. Must have been born in a barn." Then with a flick of his wand the door slid shut.

"What was that?" Pansy shrieked. "What do you mean the Golden Trio is no more? What the hell is going on?"

Draco didn't answer. He just continued to pet the now relaxed cat and stared out the window. Pansy continued to shriek questions, while Crabbe and Goyle ate. Neither Blaise nor Millicent said anything. They knew that Draco would tell them everything when he was ready. They would just have to wait until then.

Lil' Sphinx: Hey everyone. Thanks again for all the review. I seem to say that a lot. But I think everyone should get some recognition even if I don't directly respond to them. I wish I could, but I don't have that much time.

Serylis- See you were right, Amethyst did end up in the lap of our favorite blonde Slytherin.

Theoddguy- Sorry I didn't punish Ron enough for you. But don't worry he will get what's coming to him.

Which brings me to what I want from you lovely readers. See, I have a couple ideas of things that Harry and Hermione are going to do to Ron, but I would like some more ideas. Basically any trick/hex/curse/prank/etc. that would make Ron's life a living hell.