Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter, even after Christmas. But I DO own tickets to the Harry Potter Studios! Also, it just recently came to my attention that RENESMÉE is the name of a character of Twilight. I'm not a twilight fan, so I didn't know this, so just adding that I don't own any of the names in this either. Alright, lovelCar keep calm and carry on, witches and wizards.

Nessie woke up the next morning unnaturally warm and somehow a little giddy. She felt like singing and dancing, and celebrating. She couldn't recall the happenings of the night before, but she knew that something happened. What that something was she couldn't quite put her finger on. She got changed, brushed her hair out of her plaits so it looked presentable in her mind, and skipped down to breakfast. She saw Harry and Ron, and sat next to them. "Good morning!" She said cheerily.
A quiet grumbling of gobbledygook came from the boys, when finally Harry yawned, "How on earth can you be lively at this time of morning?"
Nessie shrugged and started on her breakfast. She looked round the room, and when she saw the Slytherin flag she eventually laughed as the memory of last night came flooding back. She looked over at Malfoy, whose blonde hair was singed and his ears were bright green. Nessie walked over and said, "Having a nice morning, are you?" She said, triumphantly.
He moaned. She bounced away back to the common room, thoroughly content and brushed her teeth until they were practically pearls. She checked her timetable and saw that her first lesson was Charms. Quickly checking herself in the mirror, she set off for charms with her cloak and her hair magnificently flowing behind her. Harry caught up with her, and the two twins strode down the corridor, and everywhere they passed, everybody glanced at Harry and Nessie, and the girls turned to gossip about them. Most of it was very stupid. "Guys, Harry looked at me! Oh my-"
"He didn't look at you, he looked at me!"
"Who cares, YOU don't even have a shot with him!"
All the boys just stood there, dumbstruck. They stared like fools after Nessie as she swept along the corridor. They arrived at the classroom to find all the Slytherins' filing in. Harry proceeded to walk into the classroom, but Nessie fumbled around for her timetable. She groaned. "Why does it have to be with the SLYTHERINS? Especially a double. I'm not going to be able to stand it."
She composed herself and walked into the classroom only to find Draco Malfoy sitting at the only free table. He winked at her. She was desperate not to sit with him. Using her initiative, she walked over, pulled out one of the spare tables and sat down it. He wandered over to sit in the free space next to her, but was shoved out of the way of a flustered Hermione. She sat down next to Nessie, and fumbled for her charms books. Then, very, very small man walked int the room and hopped on to a pile of books. "Phew," said Hermione, relieved. "I thought I was late. I got up 3 minutes late- can you believe it, 7:03 am is the time I got up at!"
The tiny professor coughed, and said, in an amusingly high voice, "Hello, children. I am excited to be teaching you this term, and I hope you are excited to learn." The man now unrolled a large scroll. "My name is Proffesor Flitwick, the charms master. Now let's see this register..."
He went through all the names, and then got to Hermione. "Ah, good, I am teaching Miss Granger! Is she here?" He looked around for her, and she waved. "Good. We had a very lovely conversation yesterday." He chuckled, and continued down the list.
"Miss Potter? Oh my goodness..." He almost toppled off his pile of books.
"Yeah," she called casually.
Still very flustered, he said, "Oh goodness, and we have Mr Potter!"
"Yes," he called.
After the rest of the names, he rolled up the scroll of parchment and continued to talk. "Today we will be learning to make things float, does anyone know the incantation?"
Only two hands shot ino the air. "Er, Miss Granger?"
"Wingardium Leviosa," she said proudly.
"Well done," said Flitwick happily. "10 points to Gryffindor!"
He set them off to work, and Nessie sighed. "I did this last night. It's quite easy. Wingardium Leviosa!"
She flicked her wand and the quill flew into the air. She waved it around, and made it draw a moustache on Malfoy's face.
"Well done, Miss Potter! 10 points to Gryffindor!" Cried Flitwick.
Hermione gazed in awe. She had a go, and it lifted off the desk, and she made it fly around the room. "Another 10 points to Gryffindor!" Exclaimed Flitwick, "The next person to make their quill float will get the last 10 points for their house!"
Nessie and Malfoy instantly looked at each other, with a deadly look. The race was on.
Nessie was determined to beat Malfoy, and she saw that he was almost there. She turned round to Harry and Ron and said "Let's beat the Slytherins'. Come on, look, this is how you flick the wand."
She demonstrated, and Harry had a practice flicking it correctly. Ron tried the spell. "Wingardium Leviosa," he chanted.
Hermione sighed and tried to correct him. "It's Wingardium Levios-AH, not Wingardium Levios-ER," she tutted.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Guys, we can't argue! We have to win!"
Nessie sighed desperately. "I am SO not losing to that piece of cra-"
It was too late as Malfoy made his quill lift off the desk, and he wrote on Nessie's charm book 'I heart Draco.' She glared sarcastically at him and muttered something under her breath and the ink peeled itself off the book and stuck on to Draco's forehead. "And the last 10 points go to Slytherin! Very well done, class dismissed!"

Nessie sweeped out of the classroom triumphantly and Draco sighed. The Gryffindors went to Transfiguration, all pleased having (sort of) beat Slytherin in their Charms lesson. Well, they hadn't beaten them, but they made a fool of them nonetheless. McGonagall marched in and began the lesson. "Alright, Gryffindors," she said sternly."Today, you will be turning the matchsticks in front of you into needles. Like so," she waved her wand at the matchstick in front of her and it turned into a needle.
The students clapped, and she continued, "If you look at page 23 in your books, you will find the incantation. Begin."
Nessie looked at the incantation, and waved her wand lazily and muttered the words. She didn't notice that the needle she produced was red, as she was too lost in her imagination as she revelled in the joy of humilating Malfoy.

As they were dismissed, Nessie sharply turned the corner and bumped into someone. She staggered back and looked at the person leaning against the wall. "Oh hello, Malfoy," she spat, like she had dirt on her tongue. "Where's Parkinson? Finally got sick of her drooling all over you?"
Malfoy looked sour. "Actually, I was going to ask you something."
"Will it interest me?"
"Maybe."
"If you aren't sure, I have better things to be doing."
"Please stay!"
"Why? Are you actually going to be nice to me?"
"Just shut up and listen to me," snapped Draco.
"I'm pretty sure that doesn't fall within the definition of nice," said Nessie.
"Look, I don't have much time," he said, "I really need you to get rid of Parkinson. She's driving me mad, she's following me around EVERYWHERE. Please help me!"
"So let me get this straight- you, the 'holier than holy' Draco Malfoy want me, Nessie Potter to help you, even after you have teased me and offended my family? What makes you think I'll help you?"
Malfoy sighed. Somehow Nessie felt a sliver of pity for him and found herself asking, " Before I agree to do ANYTHING, what would you give me in return?"
He looked up, happily. "You'll help me? Great! I was thinking maybe... Somehow slip her a potion?"
Nessie shook her head. "ONLY a potion? That sounds BORING. By the way, I didn't say I would help, but I can't resist a good prank... And what would you give me in return?"
"Urm..." Malfoy was stuck. "Well, what do you want?"
"What I want is to be pretty, but you can't exactly give me that," she said, exasperated.
"You're already beautiful!"
The words slipped out of his mouth before they were meant to. Nessie folded her arms. "Shut up, Malfoy. I hate it when people are sentimental. You make it even more disgusting and unbearable."
She punched him hard in the face, and then her eyes lit up. "Ooh, how about I get to punch you 3 times a day?"
Malfoy laughed. "Fine. Are you in?"
Nessie hesitated. "Um... Ok, fine."
They shook hands. She punched him 3 times and then said, "Right, I have to go, we can plan it another time," said Nessie, she strode away and Malfoy gazed after her before going off to his common room.

Harry and Ron were sitting in the common room playing exploding snap when Nessie ran in. She plonked herself down on the sofa and whispered, "Holy crap, what have I just done?"
The boys were terribly confused. "What?" said Harry.
"I've just agreed to help Malfoy. What the HELL was I thinking?"
"What?!" roared Harry.
Nessie started sobbing. "What the bloody hell was I thinking?"
Harry sighed. "What did he want you to do?"
"He wants me to help him get rid of Parkinson."
Harry paused for a moment. "Actually, that does sound quite fun."
"Yeah... But why do I have to be helping MALFOY? Stupid, bloody Malfoy!"
She ran up to her dormitory for the rest of her break, quelling her anger by reading her History of Magic book.

The next day, Nessie reluctantly met with Malfoy to plan how to get rid of her. "Since it's coming up to Christmas, I say we put swelling solution in her cup AND give her an exploding cracker. You HAVE to win so it explodes in her face, but because of the swelling solution, she'll be so full of air that hopefully she will, to put it frankly, pop." Malfoy looked horrified, and she sighed. "She won't die or anything, but she'll be like a massive deflated balloon. And," continuing happily, "None of the teachers will suspect a thing because deflating like that is the main symptom of Aire's disease, she'll be in hospital for WEEKS, long enough for you to find a new girl," she finished triumphantly.
"Amazing," said Malfoy, "So... If you get the potion and the exploding cracker, I'll get it to her. That's it," he said.
"Good. Now, I have better things to be doing," she said, leaving.
"Like what?"
"Like being away from a Slytherin, I have a very high reputation to uphold here!" And with that, she left with her cloak and hair flowing behind her.

In the evening, Ron walked down the steps in the common room and turned a corner, and strolled to the shower rooms. He was just about to go into the mens' when he heard something. It was a sweet sound, and it was really quite beautiful. Ron listened carefully. It was singing. And it was coming from the ladies' showers. He quickly rushed to have his shower, as he was desperate to find out who was singing. As he rushed through his shower, he played the sound over and over again in his head. He quickly got dressed into his pyjamas and headed out in to the lobby between the showers. He heard the singing again, still in the shower room. He stood there for 2 minutes, when the sound seemed to travel towards the door. The door swung open, and the singer walked out still singing, until they saw Ron. They stopped singing. "Oh crap."
There stood Nessie in her pyjamas, and her hair dishevelled and whipped around her face. "What are you doing here, Ron?"
He hopped down from the windowsill he was sitting on. "Well, I came here for a shower, until I heard someone singing. I then quickly had my shower and got changed, and I came out. The singing was still there, so I listened. Then you came out, singing, and then you stopped. And here I am."
"Great detective work, mister." she walked out and stood by the door. "Do you want to exploding snap with me, or are you going to stand there and hope for someone to start singing like a dying cat again?"
Ron chuckled and walked out with her. "Where did you learn to sing like that?"
"Nowhere. I don't think anyone would teach how to sing like a dying cat. Terrible for business. I heard that song on the radio the yesterday and it got stuck in my head."
"You've seriously not had any singing lessons?"
"Well, the Dursley's don't like to give their slaves any pleasure, so no."
Ron started shuffling the cards, amazed.

A week later, the castle was beginning to be decorated in tinsel, trees, lights, baubles and mistletoe. There were presents under the tree for everyone, and for the first time ever, some for Harry and Nessie. They were terribly excited to be getting presents for the first time in their lives. As they told this to Ron, he choked on the chocolate frog he was eating, terrified at the thought of someone never having Christmas.
The first years also started having flying lessons. They hurried to their first ever lesson with a broomstick, Gryffindors and Slytherins together. "Alright, first years," cried Madame Hooch, "To mount the broomstick, say up."
"Up," said the first years, and all were delighted to see their broomsticks fly up into their hands. They all clambered on, terribly proud of themselves. "To steer, and go up and down and all that, the broomstick will go wherever you lean. Don't go yet, I just have to get something- Oh, Neville," she cried, as Neville suddenly went shooting up on his broomstick, dropping his Remembrall, which was caught by Malfoy. Neville came falling back to earth, and landed on the ground with a thump.
"Don't move any of you," she said, as she carried a moaning Neville to the hospital wing.
"Look, everyone!" cried Malfoy. "I've got Longbottom's Remembrall!"
"Give it back," growled Nessie.
"Come and get it," he said, flying off. Harry zoomed after him, but Nessie hesitated. She grabbed one of the huge clubs off the ground and shooted after them. Malfoy started to throw rocks at them and Harry started dodging, but got smacked in the face by one. Nessie overtook him, and beat the stones away with her bat. She hit Malfoy back who dropped the Remembrall, and Harry raced to get it, as the ball fellto earth, Harry swooped at caught it. Suddenly, McGonagall appeared out of nowhere. "Get down, the three of you!" she shrieked.
They all flew down, ashamed. "What do you all think you're doing?" she demanded.
"Please, Professor, Malfoy took Neville's Remembrall." said Harry.
"We were just trying to get it back, Neville REALLY needs it, you know how disorganised he is!" pleaded Nessie.
McGonagall smiled. "I see. Malfoy, detention, 5 points from Slytherin, and you two, come with me."
Malfoy glared at them, as they scurried after Professor McGonagall. "I didn't even get to punch him," muttered Nessie.
They eventually got to a classroom, which Professor McGonagall knocked on the door of and entered without any response. "Wood, I need to speak to you." she beckoned the boy out of the classroom. "I've found you a new Seeker AND a Beater. They're absolute naturals."
Wood was surprised and then noticed the Potter twins. "The Potters! On our team! Wonderful! Perfect!" He was ecstatic. "We'll be amazing! Popularity will skyrocket!"
"Of course, we will be bending the 'NO FIRST YEARS' policy, but we need them, given the fact that we've lost the trophy 3 years in a row and we are 2 players short," said McGonagall.
She left Wood with the twins. "Right, if you're not going to ask, Harry, what is happening and what is QUIDDITCH?" cried Nessie.
"Quidditch is a wizarding sport, I'll explain in your first training session which is on Tuesday, 7:30pm at the pitch. Of course, you'll need your own broomsticks, and Nessie, you'll be needing a club, but McGonagall will sort those out. You'll need some Quidditch robes, we'll sort that in the training session, and all that's left for me to say is welcome to the team! Have to go, Professor Quirrell will kill me- Bye!" He hurried back into the classroom.
"Well, everything seems to be happening to us, Harry," sighed Nessie, "Whatever next!"
They turned into a corridor and open a door. They heard a growling. Harry and Nessie shivered and looked in front of them. The source of the growling was in front of them, and in front of them was a vicious, huge, three-headed dog, and it looked ready to kill. "That's what happens next," whispered Nessie. "RUN!"
It was a race to close the door. The dog charged at them at full speed and Harry slammed the door closed. They both heaved a sigh. "Where are we anyway?" Harry asked.
Nessie looked down the stairs. "The third floor."
She saw Mrs Norris. "What's Mrs Norris doing here? We're not doing anything. What could be worse than a bloodthirsty guardian of the underworld?"
A evil yet gleeful voice resounded from around the corner. "Ooh, which ickle firsties have been wandering on the forbidden corridor?"
"Uh oh," whispered Harry, "That's Peeves, he'll send us straight Filch!"
"Well, let's move it then!"
They hurried down the stairs, being careful to dodge the hexed ones. "I forgot about the forbidden corridor. Where are we supposed to be now?"
Harry studied his timetable. "We're supposed to be in... Uh oh..."
"What?"
"Double Potions... With the Slytherin's..."
Nessie groaned. "I was wrong, there is something worse than an angry hellhound."
"Snape will take about ten thousand points from Gryffindor! Each!" Cried Harry.
"Well, I suppose we had better get there before he takes a hundred thousand points off us. Each," she added, before they both set off for the dungeons.