Disclaimer: I do not own the potter-verse. I make no money from this story, etc, etc.

Chapter Four

Anne was having a difficult time paying attention in Herbology. Today seemed to be a good day for butterflies, at least in greenhouse two. Her eyes fairly sparkled at seeing such beauty and the butterflies, seeing that she was at least as beautiful as themselves, flocked to her (cheeky things!). She was soon covered, every inch, in butterflies and made quite a spectacle. Professor Sprout had a difficult time keeping the attention of the rest of the students after that and gave Anne detention for the remainder of the month for being a distraction. Let it be noted that rather than resenting the treatment she was receiving at the hands of her head of house, Anne crowed to her father about the special treatment she was getting.

Care of Magical Creatures was equally thrilling, for Anne at least, and Hagrid was glad to have such an enthusiastic admirer of his new Kryptank Fillies.

"They're beauties!" Anne had cooed. "Father would love them!"

It was misfortunate that Anne couldn't find Transfiguration and Charms equally fascinating. Life just wasn't as fun when there wasn't anything to frolic with and despite hearing about the grim nature of potions class, Anne was determined to enjoy it for her father's sake. In fact, she was quite looking forward to detesting it. She was sure that, in a weird way, her father would enjoy her being happily miserable.

At dinner that evening she couldn't contain her joy at all the wonderful classes she had attended.

"And I stayed after Magical Creatures and missed my study break so I could frolic on the grounds," she was saying when Draco finally swaggered in to dinner.

"I knew it," he announced upon hearing her speech, "you're one of them, those half-wits who revel in being second-class."

"Are you talking about how I haven't had a shower yet?" asked Anne. "I apologize for the smell, but I haven't had time you know. And I'm starting to think that showers aren't necessary because I'm still inherently beautiful without them. Did you know that in the middle ages people took yearly baths? Of course they had to wear scented oils in their hair and hung bags of potpourri around their necks, but they only bathed once a year."

"Don't bother," said Zabini to Draco, "she won't leave no matter what you say. Believe me, I've tried. It's best to ignore her."

"You know, Luna," said Anne as she turned to her friend, "I'm so looking forward to potions tomorrow."

"That's the first thing you've said right all day," said Draco.

"Do you think that if I do well enough that Professor Snape will make me an honorary Slytherin?"

"Not this again."

"Look," said Draco interrupting Anne, "you can't change houses. Not now, not ever. You're in Hufflepuff and you'll always be a Hufflepuff."

Anne looked at him in shock at his vehemence and her lower lip trembled.

"Oh, Merlin!" said Draco, "no, don't cry, don't cry." He tried to reassure her, but it was no use. Anne burst into loud tears that echoed around the hall. Everyone stilled and turned to look at her.

"I'm saa-aaad!" she wailed. "And it's all your fault!" she continued and she threw a napkin in Draco's face. She stood up and ran out of the hall. The butterflies and furry creatures which usually followed in her wake stayed behind to glare evilly at Draco, but the effect was lost since none of them had pointy teeth.

"Yeah, well, at least I shower every day!" Draco shouted after her.