Ok, Ducks! Because I like you, (and I have no school today) you'll get a chapter today. And probably another one on Sunday. Depends on my homework situation. This one originally took place next year, but I thought it fit better here. Anyway, read, enjoy, review. We don't own HP. Ta!
edit: I made a small punctuation mistake, fixed now.
Badger Turf
Late September, 1992
Fourth Year
'WHACK!' went the book against the back of Draco Malfoy's blonde head. He'd been tormenting a second year 'puff when Jo and Leilani had come up behind him. He turned around to yell at whomever it was that had interrupted his fun, only to find himself looking up into the faces of two unhappy Hufflepuff girls.
"What's a snake doing in badger territory?" Jo asked, raising an eyebrow as Draco screwed his face into an unbecoming sneer. Before he had a chance to retort hotly, Jo had rolled her eyes and waved him off with a "Talk to Flint."
"So you pissed off Jo and Leilani then?" Marcus said, it wasn't much of a question; he just wanted to hear the kid say it.
Draco's face twisted, "What was their problem?"
"You were their problem, Malfoy. You're lucky they let you off with a warning. Just stick to antagonizing Gryffs, alright? Stay out of Badger turf."
"Why should I?"
"Slytherin and Hufflepuff have a truce. An Alliance. It goes back to the days of the Founding, or very nearly," he said smoothly, adjusting the truth to suit his needs.
"Why would we want an alliance with those mudbloods?" Draco sneered.
"Call Jo or Leiliani a 'Mudblood' to their faces and you'll find out. I'm not saying you have to like them or be nice to them, by all means, torment their students all you want. Just don't say I didn't warn you when they destroy you."