Draco Malfoy and the Slytherin Princess

Book One: The Chamber of Secrets

Prologue

Weasleys. One of the oldest wizarding families in Europe today. They usually consisted of tall, gangly, red haired, and freckled boys. They could be found between "weasel" and "weaselly" in any common Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary according to Miss Hermione Granger.

All Weasleys were sorted into Gryffindor and proceeded to do great things, such as it were. Bill Weasly went into banking at the largest Wizarding Bank. Charlie Weasley worked with the most amazing creatures in the world: dragons. Percival Weasley joined the Ministry of Magic like his father. Fred and George Weasley became the greatest (and richest) pranksters the world has ever seen. Ronald Weasley became best friends with the famed Harry Potter. This was the Weasley legacy. Nothing ever happened which was not expected in the Weasley Family, otherwise the world would implode.

As it were, the world did implode.

The Great Hall was jam-packed with excited seventh years, proud sixth years, stressed fifth years, crazy fourth years, reckless third years, buoyant second years, and nervous first years who looked more like small larvae masquerading as Hogwarts students rather than actual humans.

Upon a stool at the front of the room, perched a nervous little girl with long gawky legs and arms and a highly freckled face. A curious old hat lay seated on her head, and as the room slowly grew silent, it began to speak.

"Well, well, well." It crowed, "What shall we do with you?" The hat paused, "Any house would be suitable. Let us think, let us think…" The hat stopped again, "Hufflepuff—no. Ravenclaw…not too smart for you, but that just wouldn't do. Gryffindor is for the brave, which you most certainly are, young one, but I think it's about full of Weasleys right now…don't you?" The hat paused a moment to let it sink in before crowing out, "Slytherin!"

Hushed as the room had been before, it was now as quiet as a tomb. Had the tiniest feather from Hedwig floated to the ground, you would have heard it. The silence was broken all too soon.

"WHAT!" A tall, red-haired boy screeched out, standing up in the utter surprise and shock of it all. A bushy haired girl beside tried her best to pull him back down,

"Be quiet, Ron." She said in a stern whisper. All Ron could do was stand up and gawk though.

"WHAT!" He repeated yet again.

Professor McGonagall lifted the hat off of the girl's head.

"You can go sit down, Miss Weasley."

Ginny's face flushed extremely red as she felt all eyes on her on that long walk down to the Slytherin tables. She saw their bland, shocked, and angry faces. Probably enraged that a Weasley got into their precious house. Ginny thought angrily, sitting down at the end of the table.

Finally, a muted applause broke out and the next student was called up for the sorting ceremony…

The rest of the evening was a blur. Ginny vaguely remembered seeing food appear on her plate and she heard loud taunts and whispers going around the Slytherin table. Needless to say, she hardly touched her food.

Ginny left the room quickly, deciding she would go for a walk in the halls before the entire Slytherin house went down to the dungeons.

As the doors shut behind her though, she felt herself being dragged into a closet. An angry voice yelled in her ear.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" It screeched.

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione's recognizable reprimanding tone said, "It's not her fault she's in that house."

"Ok is it just me or are we all crowded in a really small closet with no light on?" Harry whispered back hoarsely, "This could look pretty incriminating if we were barged in on."

"Right." Ron said, momentarily forgetting about Ginny. Various fumbling noises were heard before Ron's exasperated sigh rang out, "Darn it Harry! I forgot my wand! Any idea where it might be?"

"Probably in that half digested steak sitting at your plate, amidst the mashed potatoes and other such debris." Hermione muttered.

"What was that?" Ron demanded.

"Nothing. Lumos!" Hermione commanded. A light spurted forth from her wand and everyone was momentarily blinded.

Once they had all recovered, Ron continued his tirade.

"Face it Ginny. It's either you or that hat that's messed up! And I'm inclined to think it's you, seeing as that's Dumbledore's hat and all…" Ron paused to let his thoughts wander before returning to the subject, "Ginny, what happened to you over the summer? Before now, you were a sweet little girl who fell to sleep at night listening to bedtime stories about Harry—as a matter of fact you still d-OW!" He rubbed his shin, "What was that for!"

Ginny glared at him, "Shut up, Ron!" She hissed. Harry pretended he hadn't heard any of that particular conversation.

"Um, Ron, don't you think it's time we got back to the Great Hall? They're going to be taking us to the dorms soon…"

"No, Harry! Something happened to Ginny, look!" He pointed to his shin which was rapidly turning a mottled purplish-green, "She never hit me before! She's acting like a Slytherin!"

"I am one, half-wit!" Ginny said angrily, wishing Ron at the bottom of the lake.

Ron gestured towards her, "See?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Look Ron, this is stupid. Girls always act like that when they're mad. One would think you'd know that by now considering how many times I've hit you!"

Harry continued on, "And besides Ron, I really don't think you should be yelling at Ginny like this. It's not her fault she was sorted in to Slytherin!"

"But all witches and wizards in that house turn evil!" Ron said.

"I was almost sorted into Slytherin myself, Ron. It was only because I begged the hat not to that I wasn't." Harry pointed out. Hermione cut him off,

"And because you're a good person Harry."

Ginny watched the conversation go back and forth for some time before deciding it was time for her to leave as the Slytherin House would be leaving for the Dungeons soon.

"Bye, Hermione!" She called, "Bye Harry!"

Ron, she reasoned, does not merit any farewell.

Chapter One

Mr. Lucius Malfoy,

Much has happened since my departure from the Malfoy Manner just yesterday. But to further explain, I would bring you back to that week we visited Diagon Alley. We had an unfortunate encounter with the Weasley Clan in "Flourish and Blotts". They were with the mudblood Granger, and her boyfriend Potter. Also, with the youngest Weasley, Ginerva.

Father, she has been sorted into Slytherin House.

As instructed by you, I have written back to inform you of the major events this year at Hogwarts, and any strange schemes Potter has planned.

However, nothing else has happened just yet, and so I write only of this rather strange occurrence.

Draconis Malfoy

The platinum blond sealed the letter and tied it to the foot of his black owl before sending it flying out the window into the starry night.

Draco sighed with pleasure then, knowing that he did not intend to write his father anymore letters after that single one. That one was just to save him from a Crucius curse upon his return to the Manor.

He walked over to the green chair in his room beside the fireplace. He smirked. All he had to do was pull some strings and the Slytherin House had been all but too willing to give him a room of his own, secluded, but still within reach of the kitchens and the Great Hall.

A knock sounded on the door of his room. Draco did not turn his head or get up from his lounging position, he simply looked at a nail and cleaned it before sighing audibly with the expression of someone who has long been kept waiting, "Come in Blaise."

The door opened and shut quickly as the tall, slim dark haired boy entered. He had thick, ebony colored curly hair that fell around his dark blue eyes.

"Hey Draco. How's it going?" Blaise asked, sitting down in the other chair. Draco looked up, quirking a silver eyebrow.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

Blaise sighed, "It's…Millicent." At the expression on Draco's face, Blaise quickly looked the other way.

"Look, it's serious this time!" He exclaimed defensively, "I think she's mad at me."

"What did you do this time? Burn a copy of Teen Witch Weekly?" Draco asked, realizing too late that he had made a joke. He shrugged it off. Blaise wouldn't notice, he was too lost in la-la land.

"She's hanging around with another boy."

Draco examined his fingers, he should see Dobby about getting them freshly manicured.

"I said, SHE'S HANGING OUT WITH ANOTHER BOY!" Blaise hollered. Draco looked up,

"Hmm, what?" He asked, relishing the enraged expression curling its way up Blaise's countenance. Draco smiled. No matter how angry Blaise got at his best friend, all he would do was shout. They both know what would happen if Blaise tried anything more.

"Millicent…is…going…out…with…another…boy." Blaise spat out between gritted teeth.

"Really? I was under the impression that you had successfully swept her off her feet?"

Blaise relaxed. Now that Draco had gotten past the 'Let's-Annoy-Blaise' stage, he would actually listen…and give advice. He leaned back in his chair.

"She asked me what I thought of her and…"

"You got nervous." Draco said smoothly, "So you said something horribly stupid to her and now she hates your guts."

Blaise nodded, "That's about what happened. So," He fiddled with his hands, "What should I do?"

Draco shrugged, "I need to know who it is she's going out with first."

"Cho Chang's little brother."

Draco paused, "A Ravenclaw?"

Blaise nodded, "His name is Ling. He's a second year."

Draco waved his hand dismissively, "Forget her, she's not worth your time if she's going for him."

Blaise' eyes widened, "Excuse me?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Oh right. You love her." When would Blaise ever learn? Draco mused, Love does not exist. It s merely lust.

"Any suggestions?" Blaise asked, bringing Draco back to the present.

Draco looked into the fire, not even bothering to think over his reply, "Bring her some flowers and chocolates. Maybe even throw in a few Teen Witch Weekly magazines. She'll be all over you in a matter of seconds."

"Thanks, Draco!" Blaise jumped up energetically, closing the door behind him.

The blond haired Slytherin stared some more into the flames before fishing his schedule out of his pocket.

Block

Mon

Tues.

Wed.

Thurs.

Fri.

Block One (8:30-9:30)

Care of Magical Creatures

Charms

Herbology

Defense Against Dark Arts

History of Magic

Block Two (9:35-10:35)

Potions

Care of Magical Creatures

Charms

Herbology

Defense Against Dark Arts

Block Three (10:40-11:40)

Transfiguration

Potions

Care of Magical Creatures

Charms

Herbology

Block Four (11:45-12:25)

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Block Five (12:30-1:30)

History of Magic

Transfiguration

Potions

Care of Magical Creatures

Charms

Block Six (1:35-2:35)

Defense Against Dark Arts

History of Magic

Transfiguration

Potions

Care of Magical Creatures

Block Seven (2:40-3:40)

Herbology

Defense Against Dark Arts

History of Magic

Transfiguration

Potions

NOTE: Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology will be held with Gryffindors. Transfiguration and Care of Magical Creatures will be held with Ravenclaws. Charms and History will be held with Hufflepuff.

The latter part was scrawled across the paper in Snape's thin writing. Draco groaned. Great, three classes with bloody Potter prancing about with his cronies.I can't wait.

He looked over at the time. It was already 10:47 Pm. He'd better get to sleep, or else he'd be late to his first class (DADA) in front of all the Gryffindors.