-:Chapter 4: Slytherin:-

"Well I wouldn't want to enter that stupid tournament even if I was of age." Jenny said, as they followed the crowd moving out of the great hall. "With my klutziness and abysmal hand-eye coordination, I'd probably die before the first task even began." She shrugged. "It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to yet-"

"Hello, there, gorgeous."

"Holy. Shit, people!" Jenny shrieked, shoving away the fourth loser to use that same line on her that night. "Converse with your fellow losers! Establish who is using what pickup line before you come talk to me! Don't all use the same pickup line one after another! If it didn't work the first time, my opinion is not going to change if you use it again! God!"

She glared at Pansy and Blaise, who were both snickering behind their hands. "And you two!"

"What can we say?" Pansy said between giggles. "Your misery is highly amusing."

"I mega loathe you." She said, turning up her nose while looping her arm around Draco's midsection. "Except you, Draco. I still like you." She stood on the balls of her feet to whisper in his ear, "And just so you know, that Potter kid looks like he'd love to be in your place right now."

Draco's head snapped up, his eyes quickly scanning the entrance hall. Sure enough, there was Potter, glaring Draco with jealousy written clear across his face. Draco smirked, wrapping his own arm around her shoulders, bringing her even closer.

"You're a goddess, you know that?" he murmured, delighting in the shiver that rippled through her.

"I know. I know. I'm fucking fabulous." She said proudly. Draco grinned, steering her towards the dungeons while Pansy and Blaise followed behind, sharing meaningful looks behind the other Slytherins' backs.

"Ah, young Mister Malfoy." Said a large, full sized portrait of a wizard dressed all in green and silver that hung against the stone wall. The man in the picture gazed down on them haughtily, though his gaze had softened when he recognized Draco. "Out rather late, aren't we?"

"Apologies, my lord Slytherin." Draco said respectfully, bowing slightly to the portrait. Jenny's eyebrows rose. Salazar's Slytherin was a very handsome wizard. His hair was the same dark midnight color as Blaise's, but his skin was more like Pansy's: pale, but with a healthy golden glow about it that Jenny had always wanted. However, when Slytherin turned his gaze on Jenny, she saw that his eyes were the same silver shade as Draco's, though, not even Salazar Slytherin had as much of an effect as Draco's liquid mercury gaze did on her.

"And who is she?" Salazar said in a voice as smooth as satin. "I do not recognize her, and yet she stands defiantly before me."

Jenny frowned, her hands on her hips. "Hey. Buddy." She snapped, drawing all eyes on her. "I am not a 'this'; I am not an 'it', and I am standing right in front of you. Don't talk about me as if I'm not standing right here."

Slytherin glared at her. "Do you not know who I am, girl?" he asked, sounding almost indignant. "I am Salazar Slytherin!"

"What's it to me?" she said, raising an eyebrow mockingly.

Slytherin looked shocked at being addressed so casually. "Who are you, child? No one, in all my seven centuries, has even spoken to me so boldly." He asked, sounding almost impressed.

Jenny smirked. "Jenny Rovalt. I put the 'I' in 'Insubordination'."

Salazar laughed, the sound as rich as dark chocolate fudge as he swung out to admit them into the Slytherin common room. "You amuse me, Miss Rovalt. You are as much my student as you mister Malfoy. Good evening to you."

Jenny grinned at Pansy and Blaise's stunned faces. "It's so nice to meet people who appreciate the same brand of sarcasm." She said blissfully, walking through the portrait hole with a spring in her step.

The room was elegant and comfortable, with sleek leather couches and chairs, ebony desks lining the silver and green walls, and blown green glass globes bathing the room in green light. A warm fire crackled in the onyx fireplace, making the room pleasantly warm.

Draco grimaced when he saw how many of his housemates had chosen to wait for Jenny to arrive. He quietly snaked an arm around her waist, a possessive gesture that, although he knew he had no right, he couldn't prevent himself from making.

"So nice of you to finally join us, Jennifer." Said one boy with shaggy chestnut hair. Jenny glared at him, her hands once again on her hips.

"Don't call me Jennifer. The name is Jenny, if you even get to call me that."

"I wouldn't recommend getting on our bad side." Said another boy. "We can make this year very difficult for you. I suggest-"

"You know what I suggest?" she spat, narrowing her eyes at him. "I suggest you keep your fucking suggestions to yourself, before I shove them up your ass. Where they belong."

His fellow Slytherins snickered at the boy's scandalized face. The boy turned a peculiar shade of red, a vein throbbing in his forehead. She smirked.

"Wha s'matter, boy-yo?" she said sweetly, tilting her head to the side. "Girl got your tongue?"

"You may as well quit while you're ahead, Marcus," said the chestnut haired boy, as he moved closer to her, his eyes roaming over her lasciviously. "She's not going to be swayed by threats."

"Damn straight." She said, her eyes tracking his every move. Behind her, Draco tensed, his hand clenched around his wand.

"Back off, Derrick." He growled lowly. Derrick sneered at Draco, stepping closer to Jenny.

"I'm not doing anything, Malfoy." He said with mock innocence. "You should learn to share." He said, reaching out to trail his hand down her arm. "It's a crime not to share something so…delectable." He purred.

Suddenly, Derrick stumbled back, clutching his swelling jaw, only to be jinxed halfway across the common room in the next second.

"He did warn you." Pansy said, her eyes on flickering between Jenny, who was breathing heavily and shaking, her right hand red and swelling, and Draco, who was glaring daggers at Derrick, his wand still pointing at the fallen Slytherin. She glared at the other Slytherins, who were staring dumbstruck, at Jenny and Draco. "The rest of you better learn from that piece of shit-" Pansy said, looping her arm through Jenny's. "-that she is as much a Slytherin as the rest of us."

-:End Chapter:-