A/N:

I do not own any Harry Potter icons and/or plot.

The story is not dead. I'm sorry that it took a long time to update, it's been a hectic 2016. No excuse is good enough to make up what void I have created.

Anyways, enjoy

Cleaned.

Room of Requirement

11:32pm

5th year

"This is Daphne Greengrass, otherwise known as the Ice Queen of Slytherin." I nodded my head as Potter introduced me to his band of rebels known as Dumble's Armada or something stupid like that. I walked forward with my head held high and before I could start my dramatic 'Not all Slytherins are Death Eaters' speech, that Weasley git sneered and complained,

"You serious Harry?" Weasley pulled Potter aside and I could hear bits and pieces of conversation between the two. "… Slytherin… evil… you-know-who,"

"Voldemort." I interjected and everyone in the room turned their heads towards me. Weasley tried to give me his best impression of an intimidating stare. Pathetic. I gave him The Look and the ginger boy crawled back into his shell. Really? If they plan on taking on Death Eaters and can't even face my glare, not my best mind you, how could they expect to face off against Lestrange or even Malfoy for that matter?

Potter turned back towards me and gave me a reassuring smile and shrugged his shoulder. I take it that the ginger git is the only one who is against me joining this armada. I look around to see faces of unreasonable doubt. Okay, maybe not just him. But who gives a flying fox about what anyone thinks. I came here to fill the gaps of my knowledge that the pompous toad in pink refuses to teach.

"Daphne," I turned around to face the ginger git's twin brothers. Urrgh! Alright Daph, breathe in, and out. It's for your grade. If you slap one of them now, it would leave a terrible impression on the Armada/

"Greengrass." Gred, or was it Forge started. Their fucking ploy is getting on my nerves.

"Didn't you punch,"

"Seamus' face when he,"

"Tried to hit on you." The twins looked at the Irish man behind them who was avoiding my gaze. Ah, now I remember, seriously there have been a dozen or so boys trying to get in my pants that my knuckles were so blue because of the bruising.

"Yeah I remember that" Forge, no it was Gred I'm pretty sure. They need to stop doing this or one of them will walk back with a broken jaw.

"Came back to the dorms with a swollen eye,"

"Will you excuse me?" I went in between the ginger twins, tired of their routine of 'We finish each other's sandwiches.' I walk over to the frightened Irishman, careful not to make him yell or wet his pants. It has happened more than once before and it was an amusing sight to behold.

"Seamus?" I started and put on a softer mask than the Ice Queen. Did it not work? Why is he on the verge of tears? When I started the conversation, another wave of scrutiny began.

"Yes?!" The Irishman eeped. I will never get tired of the reaction I get out of people. I put my hand out to shake his but he stepped back thinking as if I would hit him again. Tempting. Here I am offering my hand to someone who could not even maintain eye contact. I need to calm down, my face is sneering. If I gain the trust of this Armada, then they would have no qualms with me.

"I hope we could see past that and we could be acquaintances." I deadpanned. Now everyone in the room was like a fish out of water and I could relate. I was giving out a truce. Me?! The Ice Queen of Slytherin. Everybody was scared of me. Some guy walks up to me and says "Hey, I like you, lets date" will walk away feeling different from the waist down. I could feel the smirk on Potter's face. I want to rip his head off.

"Yes, of course ma'am." Irishboy slowly extends his hand and gave mine a soft shake. It's a start I guess.

"See, that wasn't so hard." I hear Potter's voice behind me. His shit eating grin plastered across his face as he began one of the lessons this Armada has to offer. He's getting on my nerves, and it infuriated me because he was right. It felt… good, to remove my mask. Its because of this little shit Potter. Infuriating. A word to describe Potter. I put on my mask once again. Potter will get what's coming. After I'm done with this Armada, I'll report it to the Toad and I'll get extra credit. Yes. It's like hitting two bitches with one slap. Wait, why is that Ravenclaw ogling Potter? Hm, well I guess I don't really mind. Potter is pretty cute.

… What in the fifth of January did I just thought of? Potter, cute? You might as well turn a griffin into a stuffed animal. oh god that's cute too.

I drone on as Potter demonstrates the Patronus Charm. I do as the motion requires but all I get are white wisps. Deformed white blobs. I frown internally but my anger rises once I see Potter behind that lecherous Ravenclaw. I swish and swish. Urgh, you don't have to bring your arms around her waist. She knows how to stand so you could keep your distance from her. That's right, I see you Potter, you're not smooth. I flick and swish but my white blob isn't getting any better. Infuriating.

"You're doing it wrong." One of the girls, another ginger git. How many gits are there here? In' count five, oh wait, that's Susan. Hi Susan. I need to remember to talk to her about a meeting between my father and her aunt about something. Dully noted.

"Really, I haven't noticed." I quickly glance to the couple who thinks they could practically eat each other with their stares. They might as well. Between a battle of brawns, Potter would win anyway. Coming out on top with sweat drenched hair and ripped clothes. A sight to be seen indeed.

I shake the thoughts out of my head. NO. He is Potter… But what about it. I stop paying attention to everything for a split second because of the realization that hit me. What about him being Potter? So what if the Slytherin House hated him? They hate me as well. They're jealous of how smart and gorgeous I am. But should I hate Potter just because everyone does too? He's a good person and a real fruit cake.

"Here, do it like this." I looked at this Weaslette as her wand produced a small mammal. A pony. The sudden appearance of a below three feet pony knocked me out of my funk.

"Cute. A pony." I monotonously said as I kept one eye on a huffing Weasley and the other on the all-too-close couple. I waved my wand and my hair wrapped in a messy bun as I pull the sleeves of my robes up. It helped me concentrate. I feel the eyes of the male population fall to me, including Potter's. Score one for me, zero to ravenclaw. Best fly back to making your deformed pelican-duck-swan thing little raven.

I did the proper wand movement and uttered Expecto Patronum and with a solar white my wand, all eleven inch Cypress Pegasus Feather-y goodness, conjured what appeared to be large mist of white that transformed into the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Standing tall, or should I say long, was a giant snake! A freaking snake! I had to contain all the emotion I have but some of the joy seeped out and it painted a smile on face. Apparently the joy of the Ice Queen was contagious and everyone in the room smiled, mildly shocked to see a newbie conjure a full corporeal patronus, but smiled. Har… Potter walked towards my snake and I. He walked a few laps around my snake which looked at Potter intently.

"May I?" Harry, no, Potter asked and I nodded not knowing what this scar head was doing.

Freaking Potter started speaking Parseltounge! What's more interesting is my snake is replying. I have seen some weird shit in the Slytherin Common room and this is among the top five. It was, soothing. Like Harry was talking to me through my Patronus. I closed my eyes as the comforting feeling creeps up to me and partly due to my slight exhaustion.

"You're beautiful" The words popped into my head. It sounded like Potter. I opened my eyes but I saw him staring at my Patronus. Wait, so he talked to my patronus. I had an idea.

"Could you repeat that?" I thought and saw Harry reply.

"You're beautiful." I quiver. The way he says it was so sincere. I know that it was towards the Patronus but hell it's sincerity made my stomach flip. I blush a little. Damn. I'm the Ice Queen for Merlin's sake. I'm not supposed to be blushing.

"Will you keep this between us?" I hear Harr, Potter, say again. Intriguing. I affirmed.

"Your caster is beautiful as well." That's it. Oh well. My face is probably a tomato now. I saw Harry's face, still so serious while examining my snake. His voice was very calm and serious, not lacking any ounce of sincerity. Is it hot in here or is it just me? Oh Merlin, I was breathing heavily. I have no idea why this was such a big deal? I have heard thousands of compliments about me before, so why now? Fuck.

I was sweating and panting. What is wrong with me? I whispered out.

"I'm beautiful?" Really quietly. Not quietly enough because Potter turned towards me with an incoming blush. Before he could say anything, that Ravenclaw tried to even the odds and screamed Expecto Patronum.

What came out of her wand was a flock of average sized swans. I huffed, it was nothing compared to my snake. The long reptile dashed forward as if it was chasing its prey which was what nature intended. It chased around the swans and that flirty 'Claw exclaimed.

"Filthy Slytherin, call off your snake!" She pointed her wand at me.

I calmly stated, "Call off what Mother Nature created these beings to do? It's eat or be eaten love." I shrugged my shoulders while I nonchalantly stared at the scene but inside I was laughing my buttocks off. Seriously, seeing that Ravenclaw chase around my Patronus, ranting about using hexes is amusing. I won't back down, and so will my patronus. I can see her face redden when she tripped and fell. Damn, is she bleeding?

"Don't you think you had enough fun?" I hear Potter's low voice behind my ear whisper to me. That was sexy, very arousing, and I wouldn't mind experiencing that again.

"You're right, but I will guarantee this will happen again." I huffed as I called back my Patronus. The snake slithered back to me and wrapped its misty coil around me before dissipating. My Patronus ceased to exist.

"All right, moving on. Who would like to demonstrate for us the use of Stunners and Protegoes?" As the class continued I have made up my mind. I would win Harry Potter over. I will have him. His sincerity combined with sharp wit and good looks, not to mention his pure heart and fun personality made me all flutter inside. The Ice Queen will get what she wants. And what she wants is Harry Potter.

Screw what my house will think of me because this man right here is mine and heavens forbid whoever stands between me and my prize.

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Next Chapter: Building Blocks Pt. 2: A Champion's Companion

I will strive to post more chapters before summer's over since this time is the only free time i will get.