Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Still want Draco though...
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. School has just gotten to me. I'm going to try and write the next chapter faster.
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By the time Draco walked into the Great Hall the next morning, everyone had already heard of Lena getting the best of him. He was therefor greeted by laughter, pointed fingers, and whispers. Growling he stalked over to the Slytherin table and sat down beside Blaise Zabini.
"Where the hell were you last night?" Draco asked him. Blaise glared at him.
"Like I have to report to you," he sneered. Draco growled again. He used to be treated like royalty, but now, even the younger generation Slytherins were tired of his antics, tired of his father, tired of him trying to bring the war to Hogwarts. A war most of them didn't support because they had seen how much better Hermione Granger, a muggle-born was at magic than most of them. A war he didn't even want to fight. Even though he and Blaise were usually fairly good friends, Blaise was getting more and more tired of Draco and pushing him away.
"I was just wondering since you seem to have mysteriously been absent with the new girl was pulling her stunts," Draco snapped. Blaise laughed.
"I heard about that. Where is she anyways? I wanted to thank her for finally giving you what you deserve," Blaise sneered.
"No need to be rude, I'm right here," Lena said. Draco glared daggers into the girl who ignored him and started eating.
"I'm Blaise Zabini," Blaise said. Lena smiled.
"Lena Andrews," she answered.
"Lena," Blaise said. "You have a very pretty name to go with a very pretty face." Lena bit back a giggle.
"Thank you, Blaise," she said. Draco rolled his eyes.
"I'd watch out for him if I were you, Andrews. He likes to date around," he said. Lena smiled sweetly again.
"You mean he's a player?" she asked. Draco cringed at the sound of her voice. It was too sweet again. He just nodded, taking the safer path.
"You think I don't know the signs of a player when I meet one?" she asked. Draco stared at his eggs. "Like you, you were once a player but got knocked off that platform by Blaise here. Correct?" Draco growled while the rest of Slytherin laughed.
"Correct!" Pansy, Eliza, and Crystal chorused. Lena smirked. Blaise threw his arms around Lena.
"This is the start of a great friendship," he said. Lena laughed.
"I don't doubt that." Maybe all Slytherin's weren't that bad. Draco scowled again. Lena rolled her eyes and grabbed some food.
"So how're classes?" she asked. Lena listened to everyones advice, pointedly ignoring Draco until it was time for Charms.
"You'll love Charms," Pansy said.
"Yeah, Professor Flitwick is so small, he can't control the class most of the time," Eliza said.
"Especially when Longbottom screws up!" Crystal added. The girls laughed oblivious to the conversation going on behind them.
"So what did you do to make her hate you?" Blaise asked Draco. Draco glared at him.
"I didn't do anything to her. She just hates me," Draco answered. Blaise scoffed.
"I'm sure. Just like Potter, Granger, and Weasly just hate you for no reason." Draco stared at him.
"You think this has something to do with my father being a Death Eater?!" he asked rather loudly. The girls turned around to look at him. Before they could go back to their separate conversations, they had arrived at the Charms classroom.
Charms went by uneventfully unless you counted Neville Longbottom some how managing to get himself stuck to a desk. Professor Flitwick seemed especially exasperated after that and they were glad when they finally got away from the tiny wizard and headed to Potions.
As they walked, the girls filled Lena in on Professor Slughorn while Blaise started to needle Draco again.
"Do you think maybe she believes you're a Death Eater too?" he asked. Draco shrugged.
"Most likely. Everyone else thinks I am. Even though I'm not," he said. Blaise snorted.
"So you don't have the Dark Mark yet, you sure as hell follow the beliefs well enough to be one. I mean, you still call Granger a mudblood and hate Potter."
"You mean you don't hate Potter?" Draco asked skeptically. Blaise shrugged.
"I don't like him, but I don't really hate him either," he answered. Draco snorted loudly as they walked into the potions dungeon.
"Isn't this the potions class?" Lena asked Blaise. He looked at her confused.
"Yes why?"
"With all the snortin', I though maybe we were a farm," she answered. Everyone in hearing ran burst out laughing. Draco ground his teeth together.
Before he could retort, Professor Slughorn walked in.
"Now, now, let's not be cruel to our fellow classmates," he said. Draco smirked.
"I'm sorry, sir," Lena said. "I didn't mean to, I just associate that noise with the pigs back home." Slughorn smiled.
"It was remarkable pig-like," he agreed. Draco's scowl returned. Lena joined Pansy, Eliza, and Crystal at their table.
"Today we are making Veritaserum. Since it is such a strongly regulated potion, I will be coming by at the end of class to collect vials and vanish the potion. Anyone caught taking any of the potion without permission will be sent straight to Dumbledore. Begin." Lena grinned.
"I know how to make this potion with my eyes close," she said.
"Really?" Pansy asked surprised. Lena smiled.
"My dad used to have a potions business and I would help him," she said.
"What happened to it?"
"My mom sold it after my dad was murdered," Lena answered shortly signaling the end of the the conversation. As it was, no one but Lena had much time to talk anyways as they were all concentrating on their potions.
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Later that night Lena sat in the common room gossiping with her new girl friends when Blaise came over to her.
"Can I talk to you?" he asked. "Privately?" Lena looked at him suspiciously. Pansy giggled.
"It's safe, don't worry. He's already had his nightly conquest," she said. Lena rolled her eyes.
"Not what I was worried about," she said. Blaise smirked.
"You know you want me, Lena," he said.
"Not," she answered. Blaise smirked. "Go away."
"I really do need to talk to you," he said. Lena growled.
"Fine." She got up and followed him out of the common room in to an old unused classroom. Blaise shut the door and sat down in one of the chairs still left over. Lena sat across from him, glaring.
"What's your problems with Draco?" Blaise asked.
"None of your damn business," Lena snapped. Blaise sighed.
"Why did you come here?" he asked. Lena glared at him saying nothing.
"Does it have to do with the death of your father?" he asked. Lena cringed. "So it does."
"Does this have a point?" Lena asked.
"Draco wants to know what he did wrong," Blaise admitted. Lena glared at him.
"Well then Draco should ask me instead of sending his friends," she snapped.
"He's afraid of you." Blaise smirked.
"If anyone should be afraid its me," Lena said getting up. She turned around at the door. "And if you must know, his father is the reason I'm here." Blaise stared after her. If Lucius Malfoy was the reason she was here and her father's death was the reason she was here then...
"Lucius Malfoy killed her father," Blaise whispered. No wonder the girl hated Draco.
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A/N: No, this wasn't my best chapter, but I had slight writers block about five times writing this. Hopefully the next chapter will go smoother.
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