Disclaimer:I don't own any of the Harry Potter

You know that feeling you have when you go to a new school and are afraid to show your true after a few weeks you start to crawl out of your shell. Well, that's what's happening to Decora.

"Okay, Snape said were supposed to study Veritaserum, the truth potion," Decora said as she opened her book to the page concerning the potion. "And write a report on it." She looked up and saw Harry opening his book as well. As he shifted his head she caught sight of his lightning shaped scar. In a way it complimented his face. "Does it hurt?" Wait! I wasn't supposed to say that out loud! Harry looked at her questioningly. Decora touched her forehead.

"Sometimes," he said, "but not now." He smiled. He was used to people questioning him about his scar. Usually it annoyed him but he had recently gotten used to it. She smiled and looked down at the page.

"All right, it says here that only three drops of this potion is needed to force anyone to tell the true answer to any question. And…" Harry still couldn't concentrate. He was too distracted listening to her voice. It sounded like bells. Bells and chimes. The fact that she was slytherin still irked him but she didn't act like the other slytherins. Shed only been there for 2 weeks and Harry had already noticed that she was different. She walked with her head held high yet she didn't feel superior to everyone else. She was, in fact, rich yet she didn't feel the need to flaunt her wealth. She was one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts yet she didn't throw it in every other girls face. And she was slytherin. Harry didn't know what the sorting hat was thinking. "Harry, Harry!" Harry snapped out of his daze. "What's wrong Harry? You look kind of spaced. Are you all right?" Decora asked.

"I'm fine I was just thinking."

"Oh, what were you thinking about?"

"I was thinking about," You. No I can't say that! "I was thinking about my parents," Harry lied.

"Oh." Decora had heard about his parents. Killed before he ever had the chance to remember them. Decora could not imagine how it felt to endure that kind of pain. "Well, are you okay?"

"Oh sure I'm fine. I just start thinking about them sometimes," Harry said.

"I know what you mean. Sometimes I randomly start thinking about my brother, Novus. He was a squib," she said.

"What happened to him?" Harry asked.

"He got really sick when he was about 2 months old…and he died." Decora put her chin in her hand. Those two months she had with her brother were pure bliss. She had helped take care of him and rocked him to sleep. When he woke up crying she would put him in bed with her and he'd fall asleep instantly. But then he had taken a chill, caught and fever and his skin was always red. Doctors didn't know what to do. They had never seen an illness like that. He died the day she found out she was a witch. Decora closed her eyes as tears spilled from them. It hurt too much to remember him. She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Harry looked on in alarm. He had the strange urge to hug her until she stopped crying but he couldn't bring himself to. Decora had joined Harry at the Gryffindor common room to study and they were completely alone. The fire cast an alluring shadow on her moist face. Her reached out and took her hand. She smiled at him and wiped away the old tears. She remembered what Verde had told her when she informed him of Nevus's death. Death without sadness is like life without happiness, it's not right. "Death without sadness is like life without happiness," she whispered in parseltongue. Harry looked at her in surprise. He had no idea she was a parselmouth.

"Its not right," he finished the quote for her. She looked and smiled warmly. She leaned forward slowly and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. She hugged him tightly.

Draco waited in his common room impatiently. He tapped his foot and repeatedly looked at his watch. He had made up his mind. He was going to ask Decora to the memorial ball. Since the Yule ball and Cedrics death Hogwarts now had a memorial ball during which students would be reminded of the brave wizards who kept the world safe. Draco was irked when he saw Potter and Decora studying together but he thought of it as just that: Studying. He also didn't think she would turn him down because no other girl had rejected him. He continued to tap his foot and sneak peaks at his watch. E heard the door creak and suddenly felt nervous. Stop fidgeting! Of course she's going to say yes. She entered slowly looking at the ground. Draco cleared his throat and smiled. Decora jerked her head up and looked at him with tear stained eyes. Potter made her cry! Was the first thing that went through his head.

"What happened," he said as he stood "Did potters make you sad?" she shook her head slowly. This is your chance Malfoy, make her like you! "Did the mud blood and the weasel bother…" SLAP! Decora slapped him across the face before he could even finish the sentence. Draco was not knocked back slightly

"Expelliamus!" she said knocking his ready wand out of his hand and knocking him back into the couch. "Incarcerous," she said smiling evilly. Draco was now tied to the couch struggling in vain. He looked at her in fear and anger yet he found her wand work impressive and…a little sexy. What is wrong with me? He thought to himself. He looked up and saw her slowly approaching him wiping her eyes. She slowly straddled him and looked down seductively. Her wand was still at the ready "Now you listen to me Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter is my friend and you will not insult his friends in my presence. Is that clear?" Draco looked up at her angrily. He had to keep up his fury or he would fall victim to her seductive tactics. Decora frowned. Draco suddenly felt extreme pain in his head. He felt as thought his skull would explode if the pain did not cease. It was a though there was nothing but pain in the world alone. He broke out in a cold sweat and scrunched his eyes shut. He griped at the couch sheets as the pain intensified. The pain finally ceased and Draco looked up to see Decora's eyes closed. She sighed and her eyes fluttered open. "Your mind is fascinating. Very complicated," Decora said. Draco eyes widened in surprise.

"You're a legilimens?"

"Well I read your mind so what do you think?" she said smirking. "I'll go to the ball with you if you leave Harry alone," She whispered in parseltongue. She felt a bump in between her legs and looked down. Apparently Draco Malfoy is turned on by parseltongue. She laughed and looked at his clear, grey eyes.

"You know I don't know what you said," Draco said narrowing his eyes.

"I said 'I'll go to the ball with you if you leave Harry alone' just for that night, okay?" she asked batting her eyelashes.

"Fine."

"Good," she said lowering her lips to his slowly. He tasted like vanilla and mint. Draco felt lightheaded. As she pecked his mouth twice and stood. "Eximo." The ropes holding Draco down loosened their grip and flopped to the round. "See you then."

Tell me how I'm doing so far. Oh, and their is a reason why Decora is still crying. I'm not just random.