Harry Potter was walking through Hogwarts on the 29th October, with Ron and Hermione next to him. As always, Ron was talking about Quidditch. He was particularly fascinated by Viktor Krum at the moment, as he and his family, Harry and Hermione included, had just watched Viktor Krum at the Quidditch World Cup. His team lose, but he was still fascinated by him, maybe a little obsessed. The twins, Fred and George Weasley had suggested that Ron marry Krum! Harry, on the other hand was thinking about the strange lunch time he had just had.

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Harry walked into the Great Hall and sat at his usual seat. Ron had managed to get a detention with Snape for 'inadequate classwork' and failure to hand in his homework on time. Hermione had run off to the library to confirm that 'inadequate classwork' was a legal excuse to give a detention, in the vain hope to go to Professor McGonagall, to get the detention null and voided. So, Harry went to lunch alone. At that time Daphne Greengrass walked into the Great Hall with her best friend, Tracey Davis. Daphne was about 5'4'' and had long blonde shoulder-length hair. She had sparkling blue eyes. She was, unfortunately for her, in Slytherin, and so could not talk to the man she loved. Daphne stared at Harry, all alone and looking a bit dejected. 'Man I want to go up to him and snog him' Daphne thought. 'I know what you mean' said Tracey, 'those lips are so kissable.' 'Can you read my mind of something' huffed Daphne. 'You finally admit it,' Tracey beamed, 'you're in love with Harry Potter.' 'Shut up, or I won't be your friend anymore.' 'You will never stop being my friend, as I know all your dirty secrets.' 'Yer, alright,' said Daphne, 'let's get lunch'

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Astoria Greengrass was walking past the Headmaster's office on the way to lunch, when she saw Ron Weasley and Snape going up the spiral staircase to Professor Dumbledore's Office. This was not the odd think, however, as they were talking as if they were long lost friends. She was about 4'11' and was a miniature version of Daphne. Astoria then transcended on the Great Hall, where she saw Harry Potter. She know what she had to do, so the spunky second year went down the Gryffindor table to where he sat and tapped his shoulder. Harry looked up, and almost instantly looked angry. 'What are you doing here, you snake,' he asked, bitterly, as if he was ready to fight her. 'To talk to you,' she said determinedly, 'just so you know, we all know how much Malfoy and his ilk hate you but it does not mean that every Slytherin feels the same way about you.' Well to be frank, whenever all Gryffindor's see Slytherins, they fight.' 'Yer well, I just wanted to talk to you about becoming friends.' 'Yer, ok, as long as you don't have a go at me or belittle me. You already know my name, what's yours?' 'Astoria Greengrass,' she said, 'in fact, I don't just want to be your friend, I want to be your boyfriend.' And with that, Astoria Greengrass kissed Harry Potter.

Daphne decided to look over at Harry at that moment, and immediately saw red. Her little sister snogging her man! 'Ooo,' Tracey said 'you've lost him to your sister.' 'She is SO dead' said Daphne, angrily.

'I'm going to kill her, the man-stealing cow' screamed Daphne, later, in the Greengrass family suite. She had not been able to concentrate on her lessons all afternoon, as all she thought about was HER Harry, (well, not her's yet, but hopefully soon to be) snogging her little sister. 'But you'll never get him then, especially if you are locked up in Azkaban,' said Tracey, expertly. 'If it wasn't for that stupid fucking git, Malfoy, I would have been friends with him ages ago', Daphne wined, 'and then I will be the one snogging him, instead of that little whore'. 'Pull yourself together, and it's not just Malfoy that would have stopped you, Weasley hates all Slytherins, even though we personally have done nothing wrong to him, hell, we haven't even talked to him, ever.' 'Aar!' screamed Daphne, bearing her head in her pillow.

At that moment, Astoria walked into the Slytherin Common Room and when into her family suite, that she shared with her sister. She was immediately hit with a pillow and then a big fist. Her sister, Daphne had just punched her in the face. 'Why are you doing this to me,' Astoria asked, innocently. 'How DARE you kiss him,' Daphne demanded. 'Who,' Astoria asked, pretending to be dumb. 'Harry BLOODY Potter,' she screamed. 'Oh, right,' she stated, 'you saw.' 'Why the fuck would you do that.' 'I was trying to help you.' 'How does you kissing him help me?' 'I knew you liked him, so I decided to help you out' 'How.' 'If I get to know him, I can then help him understand that not all Slytherins are evil.' 'By kissing him,' Daphne said, getting irate again. 'I just cannot talk to you about this, at all.' Astoria screamed and stormed out and left the Slytherin area.

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Harry was thinking about his new friend, Astoria. 'But why did she kiss me' thought Harry, constantly. The kiss felt right and she emulated a lot of passion for him into it. But Harry was confused. First of all, why would a Slytherin come up to him and snog him. Secondly, why, when he looked up at the hall afterwards, did another girl from the Slytherin table look like she was about to cry, or kill his kisser. He, obviously, could not talk to Ron and Hermione about this, as they both hated Slytherins with a vengeance on principle. But Astoria made an excellent, extremely valid point. No other Slytherins came up to him and talked to him, apart from Malfoy and his ink, and they just belittled and bullied him. So how on earth did he know that ALL Slytherins thought that?

The girl who was about to cry looked like an older version of Astoria and must be her sister, by process of elimination. He knew he had to talk to someone about this, and so he thought of who? 'Ron and Hermione are already out,' thought Harry. 'Dumbledore has been headmaster here for donkey's years and has done nothing to solve the House divide, so he's out.' Harry, suddenly thought of the exact person to ask. 'I know' Harry said, a little too loudly, 'Padfoot!'

Harry immediately ran to his room in the Gryffindor Common Room and got out the magic mirror Sirius had given him. He closed the curtains around his four-poster bed and cast a locking and privacy charm. 'Padfoot,' he called out into the mirror. 'Hi Pup,' Sirius called out, 'I was not expecting a call from you. What is the matter?'

'I need the help of my Dogfather,' Harry said. 'Well ok, Pup,' Sirius laughed, as Harry had called him his nickname, 'how can I help.' 'First of all,' Harry said, 'I have cast privacy and locking charms on my bed so we can talk in private.' 'I have been kissed at lunch today,' Harry said after a pause, trying to build up the courage to talk about this to the old Marauder. 'Congratulations,' Sirius beamed, 'When can I meet the lovely girl who has stolen my godson's heart?' 'Well, there's the problem, she's a Slytherin,' Harry said. 'Right, well okay. I'm not judging you. What is her name?' 'Astoria Greengrass.' 'That could be good, as the Greengrass family are not on the Dark side of things, and are neutral in the world. They are also fair and take both sides of an argument into account before making a decision.' 'But, there was something odd,' Harry continued, 'After she stopped snogging me, I looked over at the Slytherin table, and saw her sister, I think, looking in-between wanting to kill her and cry' 'Well, I would talk to Astoria about it. I can understand why you wanted to talk to me about this, as Ron will be livid at you for locking lips with the enemy.' 'Yes, but she brought up an interesting point,' 'How long your equipment is?!' 'No,' Harry laughed, 'about how the house rivalries are all based on a few select pupils, namely Malfoy.'

'I see, I would still try and talk to Astoria, and maybe her sister too, so as to not cause any problems later.' Sirius advised. 'Thanks, Sirius,' Harry said, 'Goodnight.' 'Goodnight, Sirius said and turned off the mirror.