Alrighty, here's the ACTUAL explanation as to what this fanfic is all about. Back in July over my excitement of having a laptop and the upcoming Half-Blood Prince movie (favorite book in series, hands down), I started to think and type up some of a Harry Potter story with random bits from random years. Unfortunately, all the material had been put on a flash drive, which I ended up loosing (I'm full of flash drive fail, don't know why I own them in the first place). A few days ago, I FINALLY got to see the movie (no fight scene at the end, what the hell?) which put me back into the HP spirit. I figured it was time to pick upthe ball again and actually start the story from the beginning.

Ivy is my charcter and Marika is the character that my friend ended up created while we were discussing the series. Due to Marika's background, there will be some slight refrences to an anime/manga series known as D. Gray-man. If you're familiar with the series, you'll get the few jokes I toss in. If not, it really shouldn't affect your experience.

For the record, Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, and D. Gray-man belongs to Hoshino Katsura. I love them both and use their works wth the utmost respect. Enjoy.

Year Three

Chapter One

Year Three: Being Able To Stand Up To Whine-Asses Is One Thing; Accepting The Fact That You Did It Against Your Own Will In Public Is Another

My years at Hogwarts were fairly typical: I went to classes, I studied for tests, and I hung out with my friend (the girl I had met shortly after my Sorting. But more on her later), and antagonized my fellow classmates (mainly Slytherins, which was the sad part). It's not to say my existence was boring, I really don't think anyone could have a boring time at Hogwarts, but more that it was something that any student could experience.

Unlike it probably would have done to most people, this didn't depress me. I was perfectly fine with my mediocre existence, simply because it pretty much left me to my own devices. Even at home, I was becoming more and more self sufficient, which slightly concerned my mother. I never understood why, seeing as I had always been very independent, and that I was now thirteen, but at least being at Hogwarts meant that I could fend for myself without my mother worrying that I was becoming a "rebellious teenager."

And as for Draco? I barely associated with him, but since we were in the same house, I was still stuck in every class with the boy. My lack of communication stemmed from not too far into first year as I watched that he pompously strutted around the halls and insulted anyone he could sink his fangs into. His favorite targets had been, and still were, Harry Potter and friends. However, if I looked at like Draco would, I partially saw the reasoning, but there was still the basic fact, that in my opinion, Draco Malfoy was an idiot.

This theory was one that was easily proven, but my favorite example had to be our very first Care of Magical Creatures lesson. This was a class that had recently been taken over by the Hogwarts groundskeeper, Hagrid, as well as one which we shared with the Gryffindors (both of which Draco obviously had a lot to say about, but I'll spare you). And no, I'm not talking about those stupid Monster Book of Monsters text, though that was funny. Don't forget kiddies: stroke the side.

No, I'm discussing the wonderful incident with a particular hippogriff by the name of Buckbeak. Now, for those of you that don't know, a hippogriff is a creature with a giant eagle's head and the body of a horse, and pride so deep that if you insult them, it's pretty much game over.

This is where we get further into the fact that Draco is an idiot. Hagrid had clearly told us all that, and very blatantly, too. If there's one thing you gotta admire, it's that Hagrid really doesn't mince words. And I'm not trying to make my point by saying Draco simply doesn't listen, because the only teachers he ever really listens to are Snape and McGonagall when she gets strict. Even I don't listen to all my teachers all the time. However, my point lies in the fact that he was doing something that he very well knew could result in severe injury.

To put it simply, Draco insulted Buckbeak, which resulted in a particularly nasty (and satisfying, not to mention well-deserved) gash across the brat's arm.

"Fucking idiot," I muttered, resisting my urge to smile.

Marika Kanda, my friend ever since I had sat down beside her, and a girl with an affinity for purposely blowing up potions, wasn't as suppressive of her emotions as I was. In fact, she had a big grin on her face. "Whoo! Go, Buckbeack!" she cheered, resulting in some nasty glares from our fellow Slytherins, particularly Pansy Parkinson, a Malfoy fan girl who seriously needed to go die. I finally let my smile form as Hagrid carried Malfoy up to the castle to have his wound tended to by the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey.

"Come on, Marika, let's go get some dinner."

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Due to his ever-growing need to draw attention to himself, Draco didn't "grace" us with his presence until halfway through Thursday's double Potions class. Of course, by this point, Marika had already succeeded in blowing up one of her potions, and was trying to figure out exactly which ingredients had caused it do so. Snape was okay with this because he favored all of us Slytherins, which also was why he let Draco get away with being late.

Draco expertly used this fact to his advantage and spent the entire class making Weasley do his dirty work. I instead decided to concentrate on my Shrinking Solution.

Of course, that wasn't the last we would hear of Draco's arm. Later on, he would use it to get out of playing his usual role as the Slytherin Seeker in Quidditch. Nevertheless, Draco enjoyed putting on a show, and would tell stories and spout of nonsense while eating, while going to class, and while I was trying to do my homework in the Slytherin's underground common room.

I won't go into all the shit Malfoy was able to spew off, but the simple fact was that it was annoying, and after accidentally starting to write down what he was (loudly) saying, I was becoming much more irritated than I had previously been. With all of these factors working against me, I gave my Charms essay up for broke. Marika, who had only been sitting with me for the odd conversation topic, raised an eyebrow at my a typical surender. For a girl who skipped most of her classes in favor of haunting Snape's dungeon to continue her experiments in exploding potions and setting loose the weasel in the Transfiguration room and following it about the school, she surprisingly was able to somehow finish all her homework without my knowledge.

I had stood up with every intention of shoving my books away and heading down to the Great Hall for dinner, and Marika was poised to follow, but my mouth had other plans.

"My god, you're such a whine-ass!" I exclaimed. "Shut the hell up!"

In case you didn't know, Draco had built up quite a following amongst the Slytherins by this year, resulting in multiple stares and whispers in my general direction. Even if they weren't under the command of the so-called "prince," the higher year students weren't used to people sticking up to him. Even I wasn't used to it. Sure, I had my usual thoughts and small comments to Marika, but mostly kept silent out of my desire for lack of trouble.

So why had I just done that?

Still standing and looking nowhere near as shocked as the others, Marika clapped a few times. "Way to go, Ivy-chan," the Japanese girl commented. "For speaking your mind, I award you the Lavi badge." She then shoved a bunny-shaped pin in my face before proceeding to go on a rant about the other types of badges she could reward me, depending on my next action.

I ignored her and stared at Draco's confused expression. I was just as shocked as he was. I surveyed the group he had been talking to. Crabbe and Goyle, his lackeys, looked dumber than usual, if that was even possible, and Pansy was giving me a stare of murderous rage. I wondered when she would try to insult me and just how nasty it would be.

"…All this talk about badges has made me hungry," Marika mused by some odd logic that had probably been brought up in her rant. "Let's go get dinner." I was pulled from the common room.

It wasn't until much later until I learned that Draco was the exact thing I had been at that moment.

What the hell just happened?