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This chapter is dedicated to my friend samisweet who has been waiting for this update. Sorry you waited so long.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005 - Chapter revised and improved
Pawn
Chapter Three
Harry and Ron were walking down the halls of the train looking for a compartment. Finally settling in their usual one, they were startled when Hermione burst through the doors an "I-know-something-you-don't" smile lit brightly on her face.
Ron rolled his eyes. "What is it now?" he stated trying to refrain from blushing. Over the years Hermione had gone from bushy haired brain to a lovely young girl. She was gifted with a slim form and curves any girl would die for. Her hair was longer and less then bushy with her brown eyes bright and shiny.
Harry smirked at Ron. It was obvious about his "crush" at least to everyone besides Hermione and Ron.
Hermione huffed nonchalantly. "Oh, nothing… just that this year Hogwarts has taken the liberty to have a home schooled witch attend as a student…. In the 6th year."
Harry and Ron shared suspicious looks.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry much though, she seems so nice. She looks like a pure vela but she says she isn't even half!" Hermione began rambling when the compartment door opened yet again.
"Well if it isn't Potter, The Weasel and the Mudblood." Draco sneered.
Hermione flinched while Ron and Harry both glared and gripped their wands.
"Shouldn't you be bothering the new transfer student and give us a break for once!" Ron yelled exasperated.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity "What are you talking about Weasel. There's no such thing as a transfer student at Hogwarts."
"Show's how much you know" Hermione shot at him.
"Shut it, Mudblood" Draco directed at her harshly.
Before anyone could start anything further, the train began to move and Draco and his followers left without another word.
When the express arrived at Hogwarts, students began pilling out of the train heading into their rightful directions.
Within the castle, the first year students pilled into the great room in a single line. All the students from previous years sat at their respective house tables chatting in excitement, news about the transfer student already flying around.
When the sorting came to an end Headmaster Dumbledore stood, a look of pride and joy lit on his kind old features.
"Welcome the new and welcome the old. As some of you know, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to everyone. I am sure by now all of you have heard of Hogwarts decision to host a transfer student. She has been home schooled her whole life in the ways of whitchery and has already been sorted. I hope you will all except her and treat her with respect. Please welcome Usagi Tsukino"
From the large Great Hall doors, Professor Severus Snape stepped in with a lovely young girl besides him in Slytherin Attire.
Most girls stared at her with looks of either jealousy or admiration while the guys stared at her beauty and innocence with fascination.
She was indeed lovely. Hermione thought she looked somewhat vela but, then again if you looked twice, she was far to… fair to be anything of the sort.
Her hair was in a childish style. Two twin buns on either side of her head with ribbons of hair falling from them to her ankles in silken strands, a silvery blond-gold. It was sheer elegance but innocence at once. Her skin was like moonbeams, pale and creamy. Her dark tropical crystal blue eyes glittered with silver reflected purity and curiosity at everything. She was in awe of all around her.
The robes she wore did nothing to hide her womanly figure either. She was short, 5'2 at least with a very slim but well curved figure and long slender legs. Any girl would kill for.
Snape said something low enough for her to here causing her to smile widely, her pert pink lips curved into a bright smile making the room practically light up at the sight.
She nodded and bounded over to an empty spot at her house table like a bunny.
Harry and Ron were awe struck until Hermione coughed. Ron turned immediately and blushed. Fred and George made woop-lashing noises and laughed making Harry smirk.
"I thought you said she was nice?" Ron said as food appeared on the table and he began to dig in.
Harry nodded, "she looks nice…"
Everyone at the table smirked or smiled knowingly making him blush this time.
Hermione shrugged. "She is, I didn't know she would be in that house."
Draco was busy watching in half fascination and disgust as Usagi stuffed herself with food, along with many other Slytherin's.
Although she was currently, pigging out, she didn't spill or get food anywhere, but her mouth. She suddenly stopped and looked up catching their stares and had the decency to flush. Swallowing she muttered a small Gomen.
"What was that, mudblood?" Pansy sneered.
Usagi's eyes flared a bright fiery blue, the color and vibrancy enchanting to Draco. "Pardon me, I am still getting used to talking English again. I assure you though I am of pure blood. Even so, I will not tolerate a curse such as that passed near my ears. There is no such thing as "dirty blood." Witch or no witch, we all have a heart, just because you don't like to use yours besides pumping blood doesn't mean others do!" with that said. Usagi began to finish eating, this time at a slower pace as the Great Hall all quiet had listened to her small but touching speech.
Hermione's eyes were wide, few tears had gathered in them. Ron looked at her worried and placed a hand on her shoulder but she just shrugged it off with a smile.
Draco sneered at Usagi, what right did she have to say that.
Soon everyone was lead to their common rooms. Usagi unfortunately found she was roomed with Pansy Parkinson and one of her friends, Jeanie Jones.
Later that night when everyone was asleep Usagi wandered down the steps to the common room dressed on in a pair of muggle blue pj cloth pants covered in yellow crescents and a thin yellow tank, with fluffy yellow slippers.
When she arrived down the steps she was surprised when she was not alone.
A handsome young blond was sitting by the fire, his hair was tussled from sleep and in front of his icy gray-blue eyes. He was tall, she could easily tell that. At least near a foot taller then her with a lean, slightly muscular form. He was shirtless and dressed only in a pair of string black pants.
Her face flushed and she moved to turn around when he caught her gaze. He must have seen her blush because the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk.
"Tsukino, what are you doing up? It's past curfew" he said in a low, almost daring voice.
If her face could have gotten any redder it would have. He was toying with her.
Getting slightly annoyed at the thought, she glared at him. "I could ask you the same"
His eyes narrowed before taking on an amused expression. "Temper temper." He stood up and walked over to her, slowly, making the blush return to her cheeks. "What's the matter?" he murmuered as he stood merely inches away from her. He picked up a strand of her hair and ran his fingered through it. It was soft and smooth. "Your not afraid of me, now are you?" he said lowly, next to her ear.
She slowly shook her head, glaring into his eyes.
He smirked and tugged her hair hard, only hard enough to cause a slight yelp from her. "You should be. Now get to your dorm. Only a Prefect is allowed past curfew"
Usagi huffed, her cheeks puffing out slightly as she turned on her heel, her hair, in its odango's flying behind her.
Draco smirked at her. Oh how fun he would have with her around.
End Chapter