A/N-You might hate me, but don't. I am a little biased. And I am a feminist. So sorry.

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"Which House is the best?" I asked him gloatingly for the seventh time. "Come on, say it."

"Slytherin," Potter muttered darkly, his voice barely heard. He sat on the ground and sulked while I made a victory dance and circled around him.

"But seriously Potter, it was a good game," I said, giving out my hand for him to shake.

The Gryffindor team stared at it blankly, then looked up at my face with suspicion in their faces.

"Slytherins don't do that, do they?" Jimney asked, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. "I mean, shouldn't they be snotty and look like trolls?"

"Excuse me?" I raised my brows.

"I mean, why are you there anyway?" she went on like the little witch that she was. "Too pretty, too popular, too nice, too outgoing. You're not normal."

"Although I should find this flattering," I gritted my teeth, unconsciously moving forward toward her. "I'm not as stupid as you, Gryffindor. I can read between the lines. You cannot insult my House like that."

"Well it's not my fault that all the beautiful people are placed in Gryffindor and all the huge ugly ones are placed in yours, and only an exceptional few aren't."

My foot was digging the ground, ready to pounce and thrash her.

"Say that to me again," I hissed at her, eyes flashing.

"Okaaaaay," Potter said, coming in between us, his hands stretched on his sides. "Stella is part-wrong, part-right. Can we agree on that?"

"No," I kept my glare on Jimney, looking through Potter. "Not unless she's dead and can't say a word about it."

I was ready to jump, but I felt four hands on my shoulders and waist. Black had secured me by the waist and Hudder clamped his enormous hands on my shoulders.

I stood still, tense. "Do. Not. Touch. Me."

My face must have looked murderous, since, instead of letting me go, their grips tightened.

"Get away from me!" I yelled at them, and then one of my strange force magic had them back away a few steps. The two of them looked at me incredulously.

Potter was staring at me like he didn't know what to make of me.

"You Gryffindors are all the same," I spat. "Thinking you're all high and mighty and better than others. You're no different from us."

With that, I stomped off and took slow breaths, to prevent myself from running back and lunging at Jimney. Thank goodness Rosafelt wasn't a bitch like Jimney. I never liked Jimney, with her highlighted blonde hair and shallow blue eyes. Such a stupid girl she was. I wasn't stereotyping her because she was blonde. Remember Bridget from Hufflepuff? She was a blonde, but she was amazingly smart. This Jimney was really just a stupid girl who threw up in girls' bathrooms after eating and had a brain the size of a raisin.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, thinking of the different Runes to distract me.

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It was Friday again, and it meant one of the first Slug Club parties. I honestly loved my Head, being the sort of teacher who admitted that he had favorites, but did he really have to make everybody feel so inferior by plucking out the best?

Well, he held it in one of the empty classroom, and, as always, everything was in grand array. Soft hummings of jazz music was playing in the background and long purple cloths were hanging on the ceiling, draped throughout the whole of it. He ordered champagne, and had it served by House-elves, their tiny little heads bobbing as they walked through, serving.

Typically, Slughorn had his former students who were now either famous or powerful--or both. Those Quidditch players looked haughty and bored, sitting on the futons and looking as if they thought they were superior. May I remind them that they were once here too, in my own place? This greatly aggravated me.

Slughorn was going around, introducing people to each other, while the students tittered excitedly. I quickly took a flute of liquid luck and fled toward a corner where I hoped that I wouldn't be disturbed.

"Not enjoying yourself?" asked a deeply amused voice, there was something unearthly about the sound of his voice. "Sluggy here told me that he wanted to show the students what a phenomenal singer I was."

He chuckled. "If only he had given thought that I am still half-vampire."

I finally looked to my right and watched that pale face stare back at me. "Lorcan d'Eath."

"Oh, so you know me?"

"Who doesn't?" I smiled in a sarcastic way. "Aren't you this big heartthrob singer that all the girls in my school are swooning about?"

"Aren't you swooning with them?" he grinned, showing a toothy smile. He was a vampire, but they weren't as pointy or long as those of his kind. I slowly absorbed that he said he was a half-vampire.

"Why would I want to be?" I smiled in contempt, he looked utterly amused with me. "If I did, I would never enjoy being a slave to my feelings."

"Could I use that for a song?" he said, his inquisitive dark eyes dark eyes boring into mine. There were purple shadows under it. His smooth forehead had his black wisps of hair falling daintily on it, but just the tip of his forehead. He was lovely.

"Whatever you like," I said, sipping on the champagne. "It's not like I can stop you, can I?"

"No, it's not like you can," he said quietly, to himself, a whisper that I didn't know if he intended me to hear. His whole self was plainly white, only tinged with a soft blush at his cheek and neck, where he must have been human still. But it was a faint pink, and still blending, making him look whiter than ever.

I compared my skin color to his, and what a contrast it was. My tanned kind of brown against his chalky palor. He was mesmerizing, not even the Brits around him could match the same color of white that he had achieved.

"Aren't you thirsty?" I gestured my flute of champagne toward him, thinking of something to say.

He stared at my hand, something depthful going on in his mind. He took my hand and removed the flute, and taking my hand near his face. He studied my wrist and neared his nose to it, taking in the scent. Was he smelling my blood? The thought appalled me.

"No, I'm not thirsty," he replied, talking against my wrist. He started kissing it, and I felt the warm breath escape his lips. "Half-vampire, remember?"

"So what does your diet contain?" I asked in curiosity.

"I don't need human blood to survive," he replied, closing his eyes and taking my other hand. "I can eat human food to survive, and occasionally drink, but animal blood."

"Have you ever tried a human?"

"Sometimes, when I'm weakened by the sweetness of the taste of the scent that their blood so sweetly exudes."

"How many?"

"I've slipped only once."

"Can you change anyone?"

He looked up with questioning eyes. "I think so. If I choose to, but I've never loved anyone enough to keep them with me for as long as I am alive."

"You aren't old enough to have found love," I bluffed, trying to discern how old he was.

He must have guessed and spared me the time to guess. "I'm twenty years old. I know, shocking. Vampires are supposed to be so old and immortal."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why aren't you letting go of me?" I stared pointedly at my wrists, which he bound tightly together with his hands.

He looked down as well. "I had no idea."

He didn't budge. "Well, aren't you going to let go now?"

"I like the warmth. And the scent. And I'd rather not let you go, since I think that you're just a fairy that a figment of my imagination made."

"And you want to use my words?" I asked in incredulity. "That was a line of a song right there!"

He watched me with those mysterious eyes. "I barely notice myself, really."

"It must be nice to make a song," I wondered out loud. "I wish I could be creative enough to write one."

"Do you want to write one with me?" he asked tentatively. "I could use some help."

"Really?" I said in ecstacy. "I'd love that!"

"Do you to go to the next room to start now?" he offered, standing up.

Anything was better than sitting around, hiding from Sluggy. "Sure." And he offered his hand, pulling me up on my feet.

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A/N-This Lorcan d'Eath isn't even mine, alright? It's on Rowlings' website and I wanted to use him here because...well, I so desperately wanted a vampire in. We've got werewolves and ghosts, goblins and giants, but I've not had the great satisfaction of my knowledge for vampires in Harry Potter, so I'm making my own. Toodles. Reviews. xoxo's.