A/n: cause Kili is one of my dedicated reviewers and a brilliant pal to chat to alone, and because I like this fic' anyway, when she asked me to write her a guest chapter, I agreed, in the hopes she would then finish it herself, the chapter isn't long I don't want to steal her lime light but here you go chapter two from BSB (BlackSuzyBird)
Surin's first month or so at Hogwarts flew by quickly, but not unmemorable. Whispers and stares followed her wherever she went. People would point at her and move edgily away as she came towards them.
"This is ridiculous!" She cried, one night at the dinner table slamming her knife and fork down. Hermione, who was seated next to her, placed a friendly arm around her.
"I know, but people will soon get to know you and realize how nice you are."
"Hermione how can people get to know me if there constantly avoiding me and making up rumors about me?"
Harry and Ron entered the great hall at that point. Ron held a hand out in font of his friend, "Harry she's here!"
"Who?" asked Harry slightly puzzled. Ron gestured to Surin, still not moving from the door, "Oh Ron don't be stupid you don't believe all these rumors do you?"
"I just find her strange" Ron said nervously eyeing her long black and red hair and disappointed looking blue eyes, "I mean, Harry isn't it weird that the year after you-know-who came back this girl appears." Harry began to laugh, "What's so funny" Ron asked going pink.
"That's exactly what Hermione said when she first appeared." Harry shook his head, "And yeah I do think it's strange but we have to give her the benefit of the doubt."
Surin walked miserably along the dungeons cold stone floors. She had just had divination with Professor Trewnaly. The overly dressed, dragonfly imitating old hag had been predicting dark many gloomy times ahead, all caused by the one named Riddle.
Before that lesson Hermione had insisted that the Professor was an old fraud. Despite this the whole class had been shooting nervous glances at her all lesson. Even Ron and Harry, who she had thought were good friends, seemed to be acting strange around her. This was seriously bringing down her self-confidence.
Instead of going back to Gryffindor common room she had decided to haunt the corridors instead, she had even bumped into the normally rude and obnoxious poltergeist Peeves, who had graced her with a song,
"Riddle me this
Riddle me that
Be she brat
Or harmless pussy cat?
Riddle me this
Riddle me that
This may be the dark lords brat"
This song was now playing on full speed through her head when a sudden wave of ice ran through her body, "Oh my!" She gasped and turned to see a stern looking ghost. Silvery bloody seemed to stain his stern clothes that matched his face perfectly, "I'm sorry did I… I didn't mean to!" she had obviously not been looking where she was going and had walked through him.
To her amazement the ghost shook his pearly white head and bowed, "Never fear Mistress Riddle, the daughter of the dark lord should not apologies to those unworthy of her presence"
Surin gawked, "Aren't you the bloody baron?" The ghost nodded, "But…"
"Riddle?" Surin spun on her heels to see the boy known as Draco Malfoy stood behind her.
"I leave you now Miss Riddle, may you live long!" The ghost bowed once more and glided off through the walls.
"Riddle what are you doing here?" Came the blonde boy's cold drawl.
"I'm walking." She sneered back, "Problem with that, or are you afraid I'll attack you?" She huffed folding her arms and leaning against a wall.
"I have no problem," Draco shrugged.
"Pardon?"
"I have no problem, it's a free corridor, curfew's not started yet, and you have every right to be here!"
"You're Malfoy right?" Surin asked wearily, taking in his somewhat muscular appearance, cool gray eyes and gelled back silver blonde hair. He nodded, surveying her closely with those eyes.
Hermione sat up in bed. It was an hour past curfew when Surin had finally walked through the dormitory door. When Surin had finally told her, that she had been walking around the lakes with Draco Malfoy, Hermione had nearly died.
"Hermione he's not as bad as I thought, or as bad as the boys make him out to be." She said, referring to the Malfoy 101 lesson she had received from Ron and Harry, "And he's one of the only people in this school who don't run a mile at the sight of me.
Surin's eyes were filled with such lonely misery that Hermione felt such sympathy for her. "I'm not going to pretended that I'm happy about this, but." She rolled her eyes, "I guess I can't tell you who to be friends with."
"Oh thank you Hermione" The other young woman grinned and flung her arms around Hermione's neck.
"Just take care of yourself.."