AN: Thanks for the review, xXMizz Alec VolturiXx! Here's chapter 8!

*Disclaimer I am not and never will be J.K. Rowling

Chapter 8

I Find Out A Few Interesting Things

The rest of Christmas break went by really fast. I spent a few of those days in the room with the mirror. I couldn't figure out why Malfoy was still appearing in the mirror, even if it was only for a few seconds before the image changed to my parents. I suppose some part of me desired Malfoy, but I wasn't sure how I desired him. Did I just want us to be good friends, or did I want us to be something more than friends? I hadn't really thought of Malfoy as more than a friend, he was just someone that I admired. He wasn't afraid to be himself, even if that meant being a jerk to people. He never apologized for being who he was, although this bothered me a bit because he never did give me a real apology for teasing me about the kiss I gave him.

I was wondering around the castle by myself, lost in thought. I had just reached the Entrance Hall, when someone grabbed me from behind. "Guess who it is!" a familiar voice said. I craned my neck to try and see who it was, but they avoided my eyes by staying behind me.

"Pansy?" I guessed wildly, still trying to turn around.

"Nope." The voice replied laughing. Then I recognized it.

"Malfoy! What are you doing? Get off me!" I said pushing my elbows back.

"How was your Christmas?" he asked letting me go after I elbowed him in the stomach.

"Fine," was all I said. My thoughts traveled back to the mirror.

"You okay?"

"Huh?" I said, my thought returning back to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"If you say so, did you like my present?" Malfoy asked smiling.

"Yeah! The chocolates were delicious." I said finally returning the smile.

"You ate them all already?"

"What else was I supposed to do with them? Of course I ate them!"

"You're such a pig Potter," he teased. I shrugged and started walking again. We talked about the presents we had received, and a bunch of other things as we made our way back to the common room. It felt nice to catch up with him after Christmas break.

When we arrived at the common room, it was crowded with other students catching up with their friends after the break. I saw Pansy sitting on a chair near the fireplace, chatting with Zabini. The minute she saw Malfoy she jumped up from her chair and ran over to us. "Hi Chloe." She quickly said, glancing at me. "Hey Draco." She said staring at him, her face turning a light shade of pink. I guess she must have missed him.

"Hi Pansy." He said. "How was your Christmas?" he added politely.

"Amazing, except I didn't get to see yo… I mean my friends." She said awkwardly looking away.

"Well, I'm going to sleep." I said not wanting to stand there listening to them. Pansy gave me a grateful smile, probably because she thinks I'm leaving so she can have Malfoy all to herself and said good night.

The next few weeks went by fast. I ended up spending more time with Harry than anyone else. Pansy acted like she wouldn't be able to live unless Malfoy was near her. And I could tell that Malfoy enjoyed the attention he was getting from her. I was having a hard time spending with near the two of them, which is why I ended up spending more time with my brother and his friends.

Harry and I spent a lot of time in the library, and Hermione often joined us. Ron, however, didn't want anything to do with me. That was just fine with me, because I didn't really like him either. I'm not sure why he had a stick so far up his ass, but it was really annoying.

"Oh my gosh! I just remembered!" Hermione said loudly running into a nearby aisle.

"What was that about?" I wondered out loud.

"I'm not sure." Harry said looking at the spot Hermione disappeared to. We were looking for information on Nicholas Flamel, once again. We had spent countless days looking and looking for anything that referenced to him, we had no luck.

"I checked this out for a bit light reading a while ago." Hermione said returning. She set a huge book onto the table and opened it. I rolled my eyes, how was this considered 'light reading'?

"Light reading?" Harry said smiling, "That looks like heavy reading to me." Hermione glared at him and continued to look through the book. I chuckled at his remark.

"Here it is, Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone." She said triumphantly.

"The what?' I asked.

"The Sorcerer's Stone. Honestly even muggles know about it. Here read this." She said pushing the book towards me. It read:

'The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera-lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday, last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).'

"That is impressive." I noted after reading the section.

"I bet that is what the dog is guarding. Dumbledore must have been asked by Mr. Flamel to protect it for him. They are after all friends. Mr. Flamel also must have known someone was after the Stone. Why else would he have it moved from Gringotts." Hermione said.

"A stone that keeps you alive forever. No wonder Snape is after it." Harry mused.

"I don't think Snape would want to live forever." I said defensively.

"Well, he let in the troll during Halloween." Harry pointed out.

"You have no proof of that!" I argued. Why did my brother always think the worst of Professor Snape? It was starting to get on my nerves.

"It also bit him! I saw so with my own eyes." He argued back.

"That could have been anything, maybe he got cut with a knife."

"It looked like a dog bite."

"No, it didn't!"

"Yes, it did."

"Guys stop fighting!" Hermione said standing up. We both looked up at her, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. I'm leaving." I said gathering my books. I walked away from the two friends who were watching me leave. Harry really could be annoying about some things. Usually, it was about kids in my house, or the unfair treatment from Professor Snape. I hardly noticed how Snape treated the Gryffindor's differently because I was treated like the other Slytherin students.

I went back to the common room and found Malfoy sitting by himself. Wonderful now I'll be able to talk to him! I thought to myself smiling, it was rare now to find Malfoy without Pansy hanging around.

"Hey Potter," Malfoy said as I sat next to him. "Where have you been these last few days? I only see you during the meals and kind of during classes."

"Oh, I've been busy." I said not wanting to tell him what I was up to with Harry and Hermione. A long silence followed until I thought of a question. "Malfoy?'

"Yeah?" He said looking at me.

"What's a muggle?" I asked. I knew I should have known, because I've heard the term used before, and I really should have asked Hagrid when he was telling us about the wizarding world.

"You don't know what a muggle is?" he asked surprised. "Well, it's a person who doesn't have any magical powers."

"But don't some get magical powers?"

"Yeah, but they have to steal it."

"Steal it?"

"They aren't born with it. They go murdering people and taking their wands claiming to be a witch or wizard. Or if they are really nice, they just knock the witch or wizard out and steal the wand." Malfoy said with disgust.

"Muggles steal magic." I said out loud. "But do you really think eleven-year olds are going around murdering wizards?" I asked confused.

"We call them Mudbloods, because they dirty themselves by murdering or taking the wands of innocent witches or wizards." He said watching me closely. "Although, I never really thought about the probability of kids actually going around murdering us."

"Ok, assuming you're right, how did the muggles find out about us?" I asked. I was still having my doubts about Malfoy's theory.

"I'm not sure, but I wish they never did. If they didn't, we would all be Purebloods."

"Pureblood?" I asked. I seemed to be doing a lot of asking.

"A person whose ancestors are all witches and wizards. I'm a Pureblood." He answered.

"I'm not sure if I am or not." I admitted.

"Doesn't matter, your dad was a Pureblood, so you got his magic through him."

"How do you know my dad was a Pureblood?"

"Who doesn't?" he smirked. Right then Pansy walked in and noticed us sitting next to each other.

"Who doesn't what?" she asked walking over to us. She tried to squeeze between us, but soon realized that wasn't going to work. She looked at me and sat on the floor in front of Malfoy with an annoyed huff.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "It's getting late, I'm going to bed." I added. I got up and started walking to the girl's dorm.

I spent a lot of that night thinking about what Malfoy said. If his theory was right, then Hermione would have had to steal a wand or murder someone for her powers. I thought that was quite unlikely because I had gotten to know Hermione a bit. She was smart and kind, not a bad bone in her body. Maybe Malfoy was learning some wrong things from his parents. He said that he was a Pureblood, meaning all his ancestors were magic. Maybe these Pureblood witches and wizards had some sort of prejudice against muggles who were born with magical powers.

I fell asleep shortly after I concluded that I learned a lot of interesting things that day.

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