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Draco Malfoy stared at the wall, not paying attention to what was happening. Professor McGonagall was late for class much to his annoyance. He rarely bothered to show up for class anymore, and when he did, he expected the Professors to be there. Just as he was about to get up and leave, his Professor walked in, trailed by a tall red head wearing converse, skinny jeans, and a t-shirt. For once, Draco payed full attention to his transfiguration professor.
"This is Lena Andrews," Professor McGonagall. "She has recently transfered for the United States." Everyone was silent as they stared down the new girl. No one had ever transfered to Hogwarts in the middle of the school year before.
"She has been sorted in the Slytherin." Most of the students looked away disappointe and went back to doing whatever they'd been doing before. Only Draco Malfoy continued to stare at her with interest.
"Mr. Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said.
"Yes, Professor?" Draco said. For some reason he felt the need to impress this new addition to his house.
"Since Lena has been sorted into Slytherin and she is in sixth year, it will be your responsibility to show her around."
"Yes, Professor." Much to Draco's surprise, Lena glared at him, her eyes burning with hate. Draco wondered what he could have done in the few minutes she'd been in the classroom.
"Miss Andrews, please take your seat," Professor McGonagall said indicating at the empty seat next to Draco. Lena scowled, but walked gracefully over to Draco and sat down.
"Do you have a problem with me, Lena?" he asked her.
"Andrews," Lena hissed. "Only my friends can call me Lena."
"What you don't think we can be friends?" Draco asked.
"No, Malfoy, I don't," Lena said. Draco looked at her confused.
"What kind of accent is that?" He asked holding back laughter.
"Don't you dare make fun of my accent. Anyway, it in't me that talks funny," Lena scowled. "Now excuse me, I'm tryin' to take notes." Draco stared in wonder as the girl took notes good enough to rival Hermione Granger's.
After class Lena packed her bag and tried to run out of the classroom before Draco could catch her. She made it halfway down the hallway before he finally caught up.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy!" she snapped.
"No, I'm supposed to be showing you around," Draco snapped back.
"I'll be perfectly fine without you."
"Really now?" Draco drawled. "And how do you get to the Great Hall?" Lena glanced around.
"Excuse me," she said to a bushy haired girl that had been in her class. "Could you show me where the Great Hall is?" The girl stared in surprise.
"Isn't Malfoy supposed to be showing you around?" she asked.
"Yes, Granger, I am. But Lena seems to have something against me."
"Yes, I do," Lena said. "Now, he said your name was Granger, right? Would you be Hermione Granger then?" Hermione nodded mutely. A Slytherin that hated the Slytherin Prince; this was new.
"Could you please show me to the Great Hall, Hermione?" Lena asked. Hermione nodded again. "Thank you."
"Wait." Draco demanded. "There's something you need to know. Slytherin and Gryffindor don't mix. Which means you and Granger don't mix." Lena stared at him open mouthed.
"He's right," Hermione said quietly.
"Are y'all kiddin' me?" Lena asked shocked. They shook their heads. Lena huffed.
"Fine. Malfoy, I guess it is up to you to show me where the Great Hall is," Lena growled. Malfoy laughed.
"So it would seem," he said. Lena glared at him.
"Are you coming or not?" Draco asked. Lena followed him silently down the stairs to the Great Hall.
"This is the Great Hall, that's the Gryffindor Table, the Ravenclaw Table, the Hufflepuff Table, and the Slytherin Table; the best table of them all," Draco said. Lena snorted. Draco glared at her.
"You may not like it, but this is your house, yo-"
"your house is like your family," Lena finished. "I know. Dumbledore told me."
"Good, then let me introduce you to the rest of the sixth years," Draco said. Lena nodded.
"This is Pansy Parkison, Goyle, Crabb, Theodore Nott, Crystal Sperrow, and Eliza Crewshaw," Draco said. "This is Lena Andrews."
"We know who she is, Draco. We were in class." Pansy said rolling her eyes. Lena laughed.
"Something funny, Andrews?" Draco growled.
"Nothin' at all, Malfoy," Lena said sliding into the seat between Pansy and Eliza. Draco scowled and went to sit next to Goyle.
"You don't seem to like Draco too much," Pansy noted. Lena shrugged.
"I don't like arrogant assholes," Lena said. Pansy giggled.
"I love your accent!" she said. Lena blushed.
"I hate it. Everyone knows I'm from the South because of it. Even at my school, we Southern folk stuck together for the most part," Lena said.
"How? Didn't you get sorted?" Pansy asked. Lena shook her head.
"We all got put in the same classes first year. Mind you they spilt us up, randomly. Then in second year we got spilt on levels of learning.
If you learned faster, you were put in a more advanced class, if you learned slower you got put in a regular class. We all learned the same stuff, just at different speeds. And in the advanced classes we wrote more essays.
Then for sixth year, you got split up by what career you were planing on going to. For example, someone wanting to become a healer wouldn't have to take astronomy anymore," Lena explained.
"That's so odd," Pansy said. Lena laughed.
"That's what I said when Professor Dumbledore told me about the different houses!" Pansy joined in Lena's laughter.
"So do you go by Andrews or is that just Malfoy being Malfoy?" Eliza asked.
"I go by Lena to my friends." Malfoy glowered at her. The girls burst out laughing.
"You should be nice to Draco," Crystal said. "Sometimes being his friend can help." Lena smiled sadly.
"Being Draco Malfoy's friend would never be helpful," Lena said. Everyone looked at her expecting her to continue. Finally Pansy spoke up.
"Why not?"
"It just wouldn't." Lena said in a finalizing tone. They continued to stare at her while she finished eating.
"Well, I need to go to the library," Lena said finally.
"I'm still eating," Draco said.
"I wasn't asking you to take me, Malfoy. I was merely stating a fact. I will see you all in the common room," Lena said getting up and leaving.
"She really doesn't like you," Pansy said to Draco. Draco scowled.
"I've noticed."
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