Disclaimer: I dont't own Harry Potter. Duh. This goes for all the stories i have on here, every chapter. Got it? Good.

Another thing real quick: I got an interesting review, concerning stereotyping. Quick little fact: Raven is based off of me look wise, based off me and the way i've been treated. She's basically me reformatted. Ok? This story is meant to prove that it's whats inside that makes a person good or evil- not how they look. Trust me- if you met me on the street you'd NEVER guess what kind of person i am. I'm really nice, even if my appearance is a bit..er..dark. Anywho-

One last little bitty thing..

I don't like being complained to about formatting. M-kay? I suck with formatting and that's the way it is. Hate me or love me, I'm not quitting these stories. Some like my stories, others don't. I won't quit because of a few people and punish those who'd like to read this story and my others. M-kay? Deal.

If you don't like my stories then you don't have to read them. Ok? Good.

Continue on now:


Walking back with the smiling Raven, Harry noticed Hermione trying desperately not to

strangle Ron, who was staring at Raven and ignoring Hermione completely.

"These are my best friends-Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger." Harry said and sat down

next to Ron, motioning for Raven to sit on the other side of him.

"Pleasure meeting the both of you, as well as you Harry." Raven said kindly.

Hermione looked away and began chatting with Ginny as Ron blushed a nearly deeper shade

of red than his hair.

As soon as the first years were sorted and the feast had begun, Ron sighed and bowed his

head. "Looks like we're gonna have unwanted company." he mumbled.

Harry and Raven turned to see Draco Malfoy heading toward their table.

"Great." Harry mumbled flatly, turning back around.

"Not him again..." Raven mumbled. "My mom has been making me stick with Draco a lot

lately. It sucks sometimes.." Raven sighed.

"What?" Harry ask.

"My mom, she's been pushing me into Draco's arms. I hate it." Raven said softly. "He's nice

and all, but sometimes he's pretty strict about who I'm meant to be around and such. Mom says

he's perfect for me, says he could put some sense into my 'foolish' head. It's ridiculous.." Raven

sighed.

"She thinks you're foolish for liking all magic folk?" Ron ask.

"Yeah, and muggles. I find muggles absolutely fascinating." Raven said with a gleam of joy

in her eyes.

"You should meet Ron's dad.." Harry laughed.

But the laughs soon faded as Draco, their unwanted company, showed his face at their table.

"Well, well, well... Potter's gone and taken my girl. Come on, Raven, we'll get this

straightened out with the Headmaster immediately. Your mother will be furious if he doesn't."

Draco said with a smirk, his icy blue eyes focused on Raven.

"Well, Draco... I think I'll stay in Gryffindor, if it's okay.." Raven replied , nervously. Harry

had expected Draco to be enraged with Raven, but instead Draco's tone remained calm,

surprisingly.

"Well, will you at least come and sit with me for now? Please..?" Draco asked, making a

pouting face.

Raven smiled at him, her pale cheeks blushing a bit. "If Harry doesn't mind." Raven said.

Harry glared at Draco, who simply smirked victoriously in response.

"Go ahead, Raven- if you want to you can." Harry replied dryly.

"Great! Let's go." Draco said proudly and Raven got up and headed to Draco's table. "Looks

like I win this match, Potter." Draco said, turned, and caught up with Raven, entwining his

fingers with hers.

"That's just sick." Ron said bluntly.

"Yeah. I wonder why she continues to hang around with him if she dislikes him so much?"

Harry said.

"Because she's obviously a two-faced liar." Hermione snapped. "Or she's completely

mental."

"Yeah right." Ron replied, rolling his eyes.

"It's probably because of her mom. That or she just sees a side of Malfoy we just barely had a

glimpse of." Harry said and shuddered. "Scary sight."

"Yeah. He's all...mushy gooshy around her! I've never seen Malfoy act like that around

anyone!" Ron laughed.

"Draco's weakness, very disturbing. Maybe we should dress you up, Ron, and Draco may fall

in love with you too!" Harry laughed.

"Shut up, Harry." Ron laughed, blushing.

"But Ron!" Harry whined and began laughing. "You'd look smashing."

"You're horrible, Harry!" Hermione said, wiping away her tears of laughter. "Really horrible

for making me picture that."

"Shut up." Ron said, still laughing.

Harry glanced over his shoulder to see Raven's head resting on Draco's shoulder, her arm

wrapped around his waist, and his around hers. It almost seemed sweet.

Almost.

Harry felt jealousy rising inside him. He was starting to fancy Raven and Draco had to steal

her away. How could a beast like Malfoy fall for such a beauty? Or, an even better question-

How did the beauty fall for the beast known formally as Draco Malfoy?

Harry secretly wondered, as he watched Raven and Draco share a brief yet sweet kiss, if

Raven would ever leave Draco and come to the good side.