Solana looked up in complete awe at the Great Hall's ceiling. She tapped Echo on the arm, looking down as her friend didn't look over. She sighed, curling her elegant fingers into a fist and slamming it into her friends shoulder. "Look up, you twit! It's amazing!"

"Owww! Asshole! Why'd you do that? I thought that you didn't believe in violence!" Echo exclaimed, rubbing her already bruising arm.

Solana smiled sweetly, shaking out her fist, "For you, I'll make an exception."

"Oh, don't I feel special!" Echo sarcastically spat as she pulled up her robe to find a large purple welt. "You bruised me, you fuckwit!"

"Of course I did." Solana said smugly, "I am, after all, a 'proud' member of the esteemed house of Malfoy." She rolled her eyes, "Now look at the bloody ceiling!"

"Fine... I looked. Are you happy now? And since I am a Zabini, I find it very rude of you, Malfoy, to strike me in such a unwomanly manner."

"Stop acting like your sodding mother and actually look!" Solana nearly growled.

"Now, now, Little Malfoy, there is nothing wrong with my mother." Blaise Zabini grinned, wrapping an arm around his little sisters shoulders, "Hello Echo."

"Hello my darling big bother. Blaise, please remove your hand from my chest. I know that they are big and squishy but I am your sister." The end of Echo's sentence was nearly a growl and Blaise jerked his hand back.

"Woah! Sorry! Instant reaction! Was SO not my plan to grope you." Blaise shot her a playful smirk. "Maybe."

Solana raised a dark eyebrow, shaking her head. Blaise had changed drastically since she'd gone to Durmstrang. He'd grown at least seven inches, his shoulders had filled out, and his dark hair hung forward in his intense, nearly black eyes. His skin was olive colored, reflecting his Italian background. His sister, on the other hand, was his polar opposite.

Taking after the Irish half of their family, she had fair skin, lightly dusted with freckles. Her green eyes often sparkled mischievously or in anger, and were currently glaring hard up at her brother. Her hair was a rich, dark brown that hung in ringlets down to her waist. She was slim, but muscled from years on the Quidditch field.

She'd gone to America when she had turned eleven, accepted on her father's request into the Salem's Witch Association. She had not suited his 'Zabini Profile' and had therefor sought a way to keep her alive, but hidden.

Solana wished dearly that her father had been as discreet. It was bad enough that she looked nothing like her family, acted nothing like them, and wished that she was not related to any single one of them, but Lucius Malfoy had not hidden his desire to have her removed from his life completely. He was not satiated by sending her away to Durmstrang without her mother's permission, he wished her killed. He would have succeeded, had he not been arrested at Voldemort's downfall and taken immediately to Azkaban.

And there he sat now, too her knowledge. In some dank cell, muttering to himself. That was where he deserved to be, Solana tried to convince herself. Locked away with gutter rats to rot in hell forever.

She was jerked out of her reverie by a welcome drawl. "Well, what do we have here?" Draco asked smoothly, quirking at brow at Solana, Echo, and Blaise. "New blood, this late in the year? How very odd."

"Shut up you imbecilic fuck, what gives you the right to talk to us?"

Solana bit her lip, looking up at her brother as he quirked the other brow at the feisty witch in front of him. "I merely came to welcome my sister."

Solana offered Echo a small smile, "Echo, this is my brother. Draco Malfoy."

Blaise was laughing, holding onto Echo for support, "Hullo Drake! You gonna let her talk to you like that? She's always had a lot of lip!" He laughed again, "Don't hurt her though, my big brother instincts will flare up and I'd be forced to knock you one on your arse, and I KNOW how that affects you!"

"Sorry Solana, but your bothers a prick. I would have never guessed that he was your bother. You two look nothing alike. So I'm guessing that he looks like your father and you look like your mother. Hm, am I right?"

Solana shook her head, "No. You're not. I look like the Black side of my family. Draco looks like Da and Mum."

Blaise nodded slightly. Solana had curly, black hair that fell just below her shoulders, a pale, creamy skin. A full, lower lip was currently pulled between even, white teeth. She was blushing faintly, and her silvery eyes, the only sign that she was indeed a Malfoy, were downcast and looking at the floor.

Draco brushed white blond hair back from his eyes, "Watch what you say to a Prefect, Miss Zabini. Depending on which House you are sorted into, you may get in trouble for it."

Blaise rolled his eyes, straightening. His lips were still twitched into a grin, "Drake, babe, that was lame."

"Zabini just because you are bi does not give you the right to flirt with me. Like it or not I am straight."

The Head Boy smirked, "Give me a week and I could turn you."

Draco snorted disgustedly, "You will never, in any way, attempt to touch me, my arse, or any part of my person with your dirty, Head Boy hands. I do not know where they have been, and never wish to."

Solana smirked, a true, Malfoy smirk. "Draco, you might watch what you say to the Head Boy. After all, you're in his House, you might get in trouble."

Draco looked down at Solana, raising his eyebrows again, "Whose side are you on anyway?"

"She happens to be on my side, and don't you be insulting my bother or I might have to get out my can of whoop ass!" Echo said in a threatening way, waving her fist at Draco. Draco was interrupted before he could say anything.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zabini, feel free to stand around. The sorting will wait for you." A smooth, sarcastic drawl said from above them.

Solana and Echo looked up into the pale face of Professor Snape. He quirked a brow down at them, "Miss Malfoy, Miss Zabini, please join the First Years when they enter the Hall. You will then be sorted." He shot them a slight, surprisingly genuine smile. "I hope that you will be sorted into my house. Needless to say, you would fit in."

Draco and Blaise were gone, already moving towards the Slytherin table. Snape made his way back to the Head Table, and a moment later, the First Years filed into the Hall.

The hall was decorated with a thousand flying candles. At the front of the hall on a stool sat the old beat up school sorting hat. After all the first years, Solana, and Echo were up to the front of the hall the doors were slammed shut causing a couple first years to jump.

Solana shifted, feeling hundreds of eyes on herself and Echo. She missed the hats song completely, coming back to herself to clap with the rest. The sorting moved until, "Malfoy, Solana" was called in Professor McGonagall's curt voice.

Solana stumbled as Echo pushed her towards the stool, muttering a quick 'GO' to her. Solana swallowed, making her way to the stool and sitting down on it.

McGonagall set the hat down on her head, and it settled over her eyes. "Ah... A Malfoy?" A small voice asked in her ear. "Hmm... All Malfoy's go to Slytherin. Should you be an exception?"Solana shook her head slightly, and the hat chuckled. "You are different then your parents... and your brother... You look up to him? Allow him to guide you through your experiences in SLYTHERIN!"

McGonagall look down at her list again. "Zabini, Echo." There was a whistle from Blaise as she flaunted her way to the stool where she plopped her butt on to it. Winking at her bother as the hat was placed on her head.

"Maybe you should be in Gryff... No? Fine then SLYTHERIN!"

Solana smiled in relief as she sat next to Draco, clapping with the rest of the Slytherin table. Echo faked a swoon and fell next to her, and Solana shook her head, catching Echo easily. "Wench. You've hardly seen me in six years, and you think it fair to grope me on your first visit?"

"Yup, you have a problem with that my sexy Slytherin bitch?" Echo laughed out getting in a better position for eating.

Solana smirked, "Not at all, my darling loved one."

Draco and Blaise exchanged glances, and the feast began.

Authors Note: BWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAA!!!! - Anndy

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!- True777

Mmkay, here's the REAL Authors Note, not that that note wasn't real, mind you, it just wasn't informative. This is Anndy Malfoy and True777 collaborating on another of our crazy ideas that probably won't work. :P We'll update ASAP, but we've got bad timing in deciding to work together. School starts soon, and it takes top priority, at least for Anndy! hehe.... TTYL!

- The Authors

Heeheehee I am hyper!!! - True777