Author's Note: Okay so this chapter I have personally been waiting for. It's more Harry/Angel interaction. Don't expect the full treatment for as much as I would love that, it needs to be believable. Oh also I am moving fast to get through this movie, because let's face it the true fun begins with Sirius.

Edit: 8/12/18

~Of Silver and Gold~

Chapter 6: Conversations, Mudbloods and Murmurs

It was the best day of the week: Saturday. The classes were over, homework was done and now Angel was rushing to go see the Slytherin Quidditch team practice. She hated the rumors of Draco getting the Seeker position because of the donation their father made. On the contrary, they wanted a change from Terrence Higgs after his loss to Potter. The morning was perfect for Quidditch and Angel quickly tied her hair up in a high ponytail before dashing off.

As she reached the Quidditch pitch she smiled at the team. They were already in their uniforms and she thought they all looked dashing. As she walked over to her friends she smiled at them as they greeted her. They didn't mind her there because she loved Quidditch as much as they did.

"The brooms look great" She complimented them staring at the modern brooms.

She herself had one, but she had no real idea how to fly it appropriately. It seemed that flying wasn't the talent she had. She would get better, she had to. After all, a part of her knew that she wanted to join the team, but that wasn't going to happen if she didn't have the skills. But now, as a first year, she wasn't going to join anytime soon.

As she sat down the team began to go over their strategies. Everything was going great, that was until she spotted red hair. She stood up and walked over towards the team. This couldn't be good.

"Seems that trouble comes our way," she said pointing towards the red cloaks fluttering in the breeze.

They turned to see Oliver Wood, Harry Potter and his goons coming their direction. The Slytherin team looked amused at their confused expressions.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver spoke towards Marcus.

"It's our turn to practice," Harry protested.

"Well we can practice here" Draco said "Professor Snape approved it."

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Harry asked displeased.

"You're looking at the new Seeker" Angel replied for Draco.

Harry overlooked her but turned back to glare at Draco.

"Bet your daddy bought the brooms right?" Ron commented. "Daddy bought you that position?"

Draco glared feeling his ears turning pink. Angel glared as well, who did that Weasley idiot think he was?!

"Why do you need to ask Ron?" Hermione butted in. "Of course his daddy bought his position"

"Shut up you filthy little mudblood" Draco spat out.

Hermione froze and Ron turned red. Angel couldn't believe he uttered those words, and looked at Draco in surprise. She hadn't ever heard him use those words before, and she surely hadn't ever used them. Her stomach twisted a bit, that is until her conscious reassured her that it was justified. 'Hermione deserved it, she attacked first'. She took out her wand as Ron took out his broken one.

"Eat slugs!" Ron yelled.

Angel's eyes widened and before she could utter any spell, Ron went flying the opposite direction.

"Ron!" Harry yelled

Both his friends ran over to help him. Everyone went quiet wondering what the damage was. Suddenly Ron's face was purple and looked like he was ill, then he vomited out a slug. Everyone was disgusted and Angel turned pale; she hated slugs. She covered her mouth in disgust while Draco was amused.

"Idiot" Draco said and laughed walking away with his team.

Angel stayed behind; she stared at Hermione who looked like she was about to cry.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry hissed.

She stood straighter and glared.

"Tell your pet to watch her mouth" she glared and walked off following her team.

In that moment, her infatuated had died out. She held her head up high and knew that that night she would be practicing her offensive spells tonight to release anger.

'I loathe you' she thought angrily.

Harry Potter was now her enemy.

….

Hours later…

After all that chaos, she had been extremely tired. Now that nighttime came, all the glamor spells had been nullified as she had taken he shower. Entering her dorm room, her wet hair was already beginning to dry in its natural shape. No one in Slytherin really cared, but she cared if anyone outside of Slytherin knew. The night fell and she looked around for her familiar. Coeur hadn't woken her up this moment and it surprised her. She stood up from the couch she was currently lying against and sighed.

"Coeur" she called out.

Angel looked around and knew she had to go outside. She frowned knowing it was past curfew, but she couldn't help but worry over her cat. For a second she considered going to find her brother and ask for help, but they were busy with homework. Shaking her head, it was obvious she would have to go alone.

Slipping her robe, she found herself getting out of the dorms and into the empty halls of the castle. She ignored the look she was receiving from the painting, and walked on. She needed to be careful from Mrs. Norris and her master.

Angel walked through the dark halls and she had to admit that the halls were more frightening when there was no one around. She was used to walking the dark halls, the halls on her home, but never such big halls like Hogwarts.

…

Meanwhile, Harry was sneaking out of his common room. Under his invisibility cloak, he walked through the halls more comfortably. He was hungry and the kitchens were waiting for him. He walked along that is until he heard a meow.

He froze and looked around expecting Mrs. Norris. He was wrong. He walked tentatively to meet a pair of golden eyes. Mrs. Norris' were yellow so he knew that this cat wasn't any danger. It meowed once more and it walked towards him. As the cat walked into the light, he noticed her real features.

It was a Ocicat that was something he learned from his Aunt Petunia's useless books. It wasn't ugly like Crookshanks, but it held some type of elegance. The feline tilted its head and mewed once more. He wondered if it saw him, because it wouldn't look away from his position.

As he hear some murmurs, he momentarily forgot the feline. Whoever it was, they were close by. His eyes landed once more to the cat that seemed to be doing the same thing. noticed that her ears shifted, seemingly catching the noises that he had too. He knew he wasn't crazy, or at least there was something there. He wished the cat would be quiet but it continued to meow.

Suddenly it began to walk a few steps and waved her tail side to side. He wondered if it was a real cat or if it thought it was a dog. He saw someone walking towards their direction and it was then he realized who it was.

Harry held his breath as she walked into the light. It was her: Malfoy. It wasn't just her being there that surprised him, but the fact that she looked like the first time he had seen her. Her hair was framing her face in loose waves and her face looked more familiar as she wasn't holding a front of anger or superiority. He then realized his own face was flushing slightly. Angel in turn was absolutely oblivious to being noticed. She bent down and petted the cat. The cat began to purr happily and her tail swung from side to side even more.

"Silly cat, I've been looking for you," she whispered. "Imagine if Mrs. Norris found me, you would get me detention you bad cat, you know better"

He noticed how she spoke to her cat as Hermione did to Crookshanks, as if it was a person. The cat merely mewed and walked towards Harry's direction. He froze and leaned against the wall. He wanted to talk to her but he couldn't just pop out of nowhere, so he walked a few steps away and slipped his invisibility cloak off. He still had the excuse of detention if she asked.

He walked towards her direction not really knowing what to do. To catch her attention he did the first thing he could think of, he cleared his throat and he was surprised how fast her eyes landed on him. She had forgotten Coeur the moment she met face to face with Harry.

"What are you doing here Potter?" she hissed.

Her hands immediately went to her hips and her soft eyes hardened showing the person she was to others. The sweet moment with her familiar was gone. Harry realized he was no longer seeing the girl who waved to him happily from the train station, no, now she was Malfoy's sister.

"I just got out of detention, and yourself?" he said.

"None of your business" she snapped.

Coeur was not stupid, she had gotten lost on purpose and she had found the Potty boy. She didn't expect them to be at odds; that didn't make any sense to her. Her mistress was being rude but she knew how to fix it. She strutted over to Potty boy and began to be affectionate.

Harry immediately looked down and saw the familiar rubbing herself around him and purring affectionately. He wasn't stupid; he knew that familiars showed emotions that their humans shared. Why would the cat be friendly with him if her mistress despised him? He couldn't help but smile slightly at how he wasn't the only one.

"Stop it Coeur" Angel said stomping her foot.

Harry bent down and lifted the feline named Coeur and stared at the feline's owner. He couldn't help and smile at her. He petted the cat earning him a louder purr and knew he had to say something.

"She sure is friendly, so unlike her mistress" he said.

Angel glared and felt put out. She heard a meow and looked down to see the cat as if it was insulting her. That traitor.

"Sorry, I suppose that I was wrong…Coeur is it?" he said.

The cat mewed in response and Angel was getting impatient. Harry ignored her and instead pretended to have a chat with the kitten.

"Hand her over," she ordered.

She walked towards him and lifted her hand to wrap them around her familiar. As their hands met by accident they froze. They had never interacted without others around them. There had been no direct conversations between the two. It unnerved them. Silence fell between them, but neither moved away as their fingers were still touching. It was Harry that broke that quiet moment.

"Why did you wave at me at the train station?" Harry blurted out.

She looked up at him and pulled Coeur back towards her chest and stepped back feeling uncomfortable. This wasn't what she was expecting.

"I don't know what you are talking about" she lied.

'Liar' her cat meowed in response.

"Fine" he said and began to walk away. He would walk across the hall then slip his cloak on.

She couldn't help but feel like she needed to say something. She found herself vulnerable and wanting to give him an explanation. There was somehow a fear within her that he would think of her as some monster, or a liar. In reality, she was just as confused as he was. So as her thoughts shifted from one thought to another, her heart seemingly responded.

"It was before I knew who you were," she said softly.

The quiet walls echoed her comment and he turned to face her slightly.

"And that matters?" he asked.

She shrugged unsure of her comment herself.

"I liked the boy on the train, but I loath Harry Potter."

"You wouldn't be the first" he replied.

She looked at him and frowned. She needed to explain why; it wasn't just out of something small. The urge to explain herself was twisting her stomach in an odd way.

"You hate my brother, and my brother hates you. Plus, by the way you treated me today I know where I stand. Look Potter, forget what happened, actually no. All of this never happened" she said.

Before their conversation continued, they heard another meow. Both froze and looked at each other frightened. If they were ever caught, there would be hell to pay. Harry grabbed her hand and tugged her behind the knights. Nearly Headless Nick looked at the pair and winked. He flew over towards Filch and distracted him, as much as Mrs. Norris tried to protest he succeeded.

Both stayed quiet not realizing that they had grabbed each other's hand. They both ignored their flushed faces and stayed quiet. Headless Nick returned and they turned to face him.

"Well you two owe me," Headless Nick said. "I suggest you make it up by coming to my Death day Party."

Angel pulled away from Harry and huffed.

"Excuse you, but I never owe anything to anyone." She said. "And I despise parties"

Headless Nick got so close that she tensed.

"Well aren't you a joy to be around? You're coming to my party" he made it seem like an order.

She walked through him making him squawk in protest.

"The only poltergeist I would listen to is Bloody Baron. Good night!"

She began to walk away not even wanting to look back. She had to rush to get towards her dorms. Her cat began to chase after her mistress.

Headless Nick frowned and turned to Harry.

"Just like your father aren't you, starting young. You sure are a quirky one, I would suggest sticking to Gryffindors." The ghost commented. "You are coming right?"

Harry nodded reluctantly and waved the crazy ghost goodnight. He thought over what had happened during the night. He thought over about their comments and noticed she was right, why would he want the affection of a little girl?

He slipped on his cloak and reached his dorm, the idea of getting food was long forgotten. He ignored the looks that he got from his friends and went towards his dorm room. Closing the door he put his cloak back in his belongings.

He threw himself onto his bed and slipped his glasses off. Harry covered his face; he hated girls at the moment. They were so confusing and sensitive and fickle. He hated having to feel something for a girl. He liked girls! He liked Hermione; she was smart and motherly always looking out for them. He liked Mrs. Weasley; she was always smothering him with love and handing him gifts for Christmas. He even liked Ginny; despite the fact that she blushed like crazy and was nervous and jittery around him. He knew she had a crush on him, what disappointed him was that it was before she even met him.

What confused him the most was that he didn't like Angel Malfoy; she was rude, cold-hearted and cruel. But if he didn't like her then why did she appear in his dreams as often as Voldemort appeared? He figured that Angel Malfoy wasn't whom he liked at all. He didn't like the one with straight hair and the arrogance. He liked the one with wavy hair and the bright eyes: the waving girl.

"I hate them all" he groaned.

He slipped into his covers after a while and closed his eyes. He ignored the murmurs all around.

….

After Deathday Party..

"Well I just wasted my Halloween" Hermione exclaimed.

"I'm starving Harry let's go to dinner" Ron whined.

Harry nodded and walked along with them. They had asked hundreds of time why they were forced to go, but as soon as he told them half of the truth they had gone reluctantly. As they headed for the Great Hall, Harry stopped for a second. He looked around wondering what that was.

"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked.

He turned to look at them confused.

"Don't you hear it?"

Ron shook his head.

"Maybe it's the hunger mate," Ron said.

Harry shook his head.

"It's calling me," he said.

He rushed to follow the noise and reached the second floor. Then he heard it coming towards the direction of the restroom and entered to see a petrified Mrs. Norris.

"Look" Hermione said in shock.

THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPEN. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR, BEWARE.

"The Chamber of Secrets" Hermione repeated.

They looked at one another and knew that this year would not be a peaceful one; on the contrary it would be another year of hardship.