Ooh it's getting exciting now :)

This one took a lot of consultation to get right. Again, find Jack's point of view at s/8598321/1/Ravenclaw-Misadventures

Reviews appreciated, all characters, unless otherwise stated, are that of J.K. Rowling's creation :)


The week passed by quickly. It was a blur of introduction lessons, only really the easy stuff. We'd learned our first bit of magic, Wingardium Leviosa, a charm that levitates object. Seamus managed to set his feather on fire, somehow…

I woke up on Saturday morning (rather late, I might add) and hurried to the hall for breakfast. Draco was already there, brows furrowed, attempting to levitate bits of food onto his plate, having still not perfected it. Just to make him happy so that I didn't have to put up with grumpy Draco all day, I put my wand in my sleeve, and whispered the charm, moving the toast onto Draco's plate. He smiled happily, and took the toast in his hands. I smiled to myself, as I took some toast myself and ate it.

Later, Draco and I decided to sit outside and talk, and help each other with homework. Jack walked over, a ginger cat I remembered as Hex in his arms. I was with him at Diagon Alley when he'd bought him. He stood in front of where we sat, and Draco stood up, his homework falling to the floor, and squared up to Jack.

Not this… I thought to myself.

"Malfoy." Said Jack, with a little venom in his voice.

"You're a mudblood, aren't you, Jack." Draco stated rather than asked.

"Don't you DARE call me that!" Jack spat back, taking a step back, looking a little hurt.

Draco took a step closer, and Hex immediately jumped out of Jack's arms, and onto Draco. Hex clawed and bit at Draco wherever he could. I jumped up and grabbed Hex, stroking him gently behind the ears. He immediately calmed down, and Draco brushed himself off, trying to recover from the embarrassment. As I handed Hex back, I whispered to Jack,

"Keep your bloody furball under control. It might get someone in trouble." I growled, sounded angrier than I intended.

"My furball? Somebody might get hurt? I'm sorry, but looks to me like you're on the side of some Slytherin worm, as opposed to your best friend for nine years!" Jack's eyes glistened with sadness, something I'd never seen happen before.

Draco drew his wand immediately, as did Jack. I drew mine with nobody noticing, waiting to intervene.

"You dirty mudblood, and your disgusting little pet. I'll get you back you know." Draco muttered, only just loud enough for me to hear, and stepped towards Jack.

Jack muttered angrily, something I was just out of earshot for. It looked like Draco heard it though, as a sly smile grew across his face. This wasn't normal for Jack. Draco must have really done something wrong for this.

As they both poised, as if ready to start a duel there and then, I snatched Draco's wand, and knocked Jack's out of his hand with my elbow. I stood between them, a wand held at each of their chests.

"If you don't stop fighting, I'll hex you both." I growled, and they both instantly fell back. I'm pretty sure it wasn't what I said that made them do so.

Draco looked extremely shocked. "What happened to your hair…?" He asked.

I pulled a strand of my hair to my face. It had turned to a brilliant shade of red. I scowled.

I stormed off, accidentally elbowing a girl I walked past, causing her to drop all of her books. I ran to the common room, bumping in to a few people on the way, not bothering to stop and apologise.

I sat in the empty common room, angry, not sure what to do. A few minutes later, Draco walked in, and asked what happened.

"If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone?" I sniffed, trying not to cry.

Draco nodded.

"Okay, well… I'm a Metamorphmagus. I can change my appearance. I'm supposed to be able to do it at will, but I haven't learned how, so as of yet, my emotions control it."

Draco nodded slowly. "So when you're angry, your hair turns red?"

I nodded. "Only if I'm really angry though. It only usually works with stronger emotions."

"That's awesome!" he exclaimed.

"You promised not to tell anyone, remember. I just don't want people to ask me to change my hair colour or grow a different nose every 10 seconds." I added.

"And I intend to keep that promise." Draco smiled. "So can you not control it at all yourself yet?"

"Well, I've been practising a little, and this is all I can do at the minute." I flicked out my tongue, which had turned to that of a snake.

Draco's smile widened. "Oh wow, that's amazing!"

I hissed at him playfully, and chased him around the sofas. It wasn't until we heard footsteps in the corridor that we stopped and I changed back to normal, for fear of someone noticing. My hair had changed back to normal pretty much, since I'd calmed down. Daphne walked in, and saw me and Draco sat on the sofa by the fire.

"Hey," she said. "Either of you seen Emma around? Short girl, lots of books?"

I blushed. "Um yeah, I might have knocked her over or something on the way here…"

"Oh, well, thanks." Daphne left again, and I giggled.

Draco giggled too. "It was pretty funny…" he said. "Oh yeah, you dropped this outside" he added, pulling my wand out of his pocket. It was dirty, having been dropped on the grass.

"Thanks," I blushed, examining the wand. 9 ¾ inches of elm, with a phoenix feather core. Ollivander had said that phoenix feather was very rare, so I was quite pleased with it. In attempt to scare Draco, I hissed in his ear, having made my tongue the same as that of a snake's again. He jumped, and then laughed. I laughed with him, and we sat and read for a while.