Six

                                    

                                          
New pov for tonight's chapter. Please comment your thoughts and vote! Thank you! :)
                          
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Blaise
                          
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I sat in the Slytherin common room, having just finished the parchment Snape assigned us. I looked over at Draco and scoffed. Just about every girl in the room was swooning over him. Pansy Parkinson in particular. I knew of course he wouldn't give her the time of day.
                          
I sighed and looked around the common room. It was the same as usual. 
                          
The dungeon-like room with greenish lamps and chairs. It dungeon extends partway under the lake, giving the light in the room a green tinge. The common room has lots of low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas; skulls; and dark wood cupboards and it's decorated with tapestries featuring the adventures of famous Medieval Slytherins. 
                          
Parkinson left Draco and he walked over and sat next to me on the sofa I resided on.
                          
"Jesus Christ she is relentless." He threw his head back on the sofa.
                          
I chuckled.
                          
"Thank God I won't be continuing next year." He unconsciousness scratched his left arm.
                          
I looked down at my own arm. Wishing I too had the Dark Mark. I was of age, but the Dark Lord wanted me to prove myself.
                          
"Started on your mission yet?" I asked.
                          
"No, I'll probably start this weekend. Get the first week of this joke of a school out of the way." He answered back with a sneer.
                          
"What about you Blaise? Find the girl yet?" He lowered his voice even more, so no prying ears could hear.
                          
"My only lead is she's in the school. I checked the new girl who just got sorted last night, but it's not her. Apparently both her parents died when he was younger. Aurors. So it can't be here. Other than that, I've got no leads." I told him.
                          
He nodded. I looked at my watched and saw dinner would be starting soon. 
                          
"I'm heading to dinner. You coming?" I asked him standing up.
                          
"Nah, you go on ahead. I might come up later." He waved me off. 
                          
I shrugged and walked out of the common room. Walking through the corridors and out of the dungeons I headed towards the great hall.
                          
I stopped for a moment to watch a bunch of snot nosed eleven year olds go by when I saw her. The new girl. I think her name was Emerald. She was walking down the steps with three other people. They seemed to be having the time of their lives. I noticed the guy had a hand mark on his face and I smirked knowing some girl had done that to him.
                          
"Hey Blaisey." I snapped my head to the left and saw Rochelle Michaels. 
                          
She was in my year and was by no means ugly.
                          
"Hello Rochelle, how're you." We walked to the Great Hall together.
                          
"I'm great now that I found you. What do you say to ditching Dinner and finding a broom closet?" She smirked up at me.
                          
As tempted as that sounded I wasn't interested. Yeah okay she and I had a fling last year, but I told her it was nothing serious.
                          
I unwound my arm from hers and took a step away.
                          
"As wonderful as that sounds, I've got homework due and I'm hungry. Maybe another time." I turned around and walked into the Great Hall before she could give me an answer.
                          
Walking towards the Slytherin table I rolled my eyes at Crabbe and Goyle already stuffing their faces.
                          
"Save some for the rest of us." I knocked them both against the head. 
                          
Sitting down next to Pansy who was talking obnoxiously loud with her friend Millicent.
                          
I took some of the food in front of me. I looked around the room trying to see anyone stood out to me as the 'Minister of Magic's' daughter, but my gaze kept going back to her. 
                          
Emerald Coal. Professor Sprout had awarded her team fifteen points today all because they got the most Snargaluff pods.

                          
There was something about her that intrigued me. She was gorgeous yes. But that's not what caught my attention. It was the fact she was so different from the other students, girls mainly. She wasn't uptight like most Ravenclaws and she definitely wasn't crazy like Loony Lovegood. She wasn't skinny by any means but that didn't bother me, most girls in this school wanted to be skinny and have perfect hair, but she didn't seem to care. Still though, I couldn't pinpoint what exactly intrigued me about her.
                          
I guess she felt someone staring at her because she turned in my direction. Her sapphire eyes catching my brown ones. I smirked at her, but she quickly turned her head away.
                          
I didn't know what it was about her, but she was intriguing and I wanted to find out why.
                          
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Emerald
                          
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I felt someone looking at me. I turned my head and noticed it was the boy from earlier. The handsome dark skinned one. I quickly turned my head away.
                          
Why was he staring at me? Or perhaps it was someone else and he and I just looked at each other accidentally. Though he did smirk at me. I'm not sure.
                          
"Mel?" I asked my new friend.
                          
"Yeah?" She stopped talking to Sam for a moment. 
                          
Drew also stopped eating long enough to tune into this conversation.
                          
"Who's that boy at the Slytherin table? The dark skinned one." I asked her.
                          
She subtly looked out the corner of her eye. Then the widened.
                          
"That's Blaise Zabini. He's the son of a famously beautiful witch who from what I've heard has been widowed seven times over. Apparently, each husband's death occurred both under suspicious circumstances and left the already wealthy Ms. 'Zabini' and her son even richer than before. No one knows if Blaise's biological father was one of the seven late husbands. He's incredibly vain and does not befriend Muggles or Muggle-borns. Same with Half-bloods if you want to know." She told me.
                          
"Well why the hell is he looking at me?" I asked her.
                          
"Why the hell is Blaise Zabini looking at you?" Drew cut in.
                          
"Have you looked in the mirror? You're gorgeous and you're a Pureblood, of course you'll catch his eyes. Be glad it's him and not Theodore Nott or Draco Malfoy. They're worse. I've spoke to Blaise and he's for the most part a laid back guy. He just doesn't go around making a lot of friends." I blushed at the bit being gorgeous, but was he that blood prejudiced?
                          
"I've heard what's wrong with Draco from Harry, Ron and Hermione, but who's Theodore Nott?" I asked Drew.
                          
"The bloke with sandy colored hair." He told me in his Scottish accent.
                          
I looked and saw the other boy from earlier. He sat next to Blaise and the two started talking and laughing. He must be his close friend.
                          
"He and Blaise are the closest. Nott's a pretty physical guy, if you get what I mean, he was using a girl last year. Broke her heart." He gestured to the table behind us.
                          
I saw a Hufflepuff with fairly curly hair. She was talking to an olive skinned girl.
                          
"Lavender Brown. Poor girl, didn't stand a chance. Once Nott was done with her, he just dropped her. I think she loved him too." Drew shook his head in sadness.
                          
How terrible. The poor girl. I made a mental note not to get involved with either Blaise or Theodore. They were a bad crowd and I didn't need those problems.
                          
However, when we all got up from dinner to head up to bed, I couldn't help but sneak another glance at the dark skinned boy, and I found him already looking at me.