"Oh go back to the dungeons, Juliette." Harry scowled at me, we'd been shouting at one another for about ten minutes now. As siblings we'd squabbled a few times growing up but recently the arguments had been getting longer and more frequent. I'm not even sure what we were fighting over this time or even who started it but most of our fights ended with him telling me to go back to the dungeons. He hated that I was a Slytherin.

As children we'd been quite close, we only had each other really but coming to Hogwarts had forced a rift between us that increased in size every day. I shrugged my bag higher onto my shoulder and with one last angry glare at my brother I stormed off back to the dungeons as I'd been told. I wasn't upset about our fight but the frustration of it caused tears to form in my eyes, tears I blinked away as I made my way into the cold darkness of the dungeons and back into the fire lit Slytherin common room.

I sighed to myself, the common room was empty, everyone was at dinner I supposed. I didn't feel all that hungry after my fight with Harry. I wiped a stray tear from my cheek as I stood illuminated by the flickering flames of the of the fire in the ornate silver fireplace, the only light in the room.

"Well Princess, you look like you've had better days." The voice startled me and I turned to see the all too familiar smirk of Draco Malfoy. He was stretched out on the sofa behind me, laid so low that I hadn't even noticed him as I entered the common room, a book open in his hands. He'd called me Princess since we'd first met, he didn't use it as a compliment though. He often scoffed about the way people treated me as if I were royalty, as if I walked on golden pathways. Harry once said he did it simply because he was too stupid to call us both Potter, lest he get confused.

"Oh shove off, Malfoy." I said dropping myself heavily into an armchair, my bag falling from my shoulder to the floor with a thud. "Shouldn't you be at dinner with your goons?"

Malfoy pulled himself up, folding the corner of his page to mark his spot and placing it gently beside himself. "Occasionally I require the company of someone more intelligent than Crabbe and Goyle."

We were alone in the common room and as far as I could tell no one else had been here for a little while, "Who pray tell do you deem worthy of such fine company?" I asked sarcastically and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Myself of course," He replied as if it weren't the most ridiculous thing.

"So you weren't looking for much more intelligence in your solitude then." I replied, using my hand to flatten down the fringe that covered the scar on my forehead, Harry and I were quite identical even down to the lightning shaped scars on our foreheads, though mine was always hidden by my hair.

"Yes, well I wouldn't expect you to know anything about intelligence, Princess." Malfoy replied, "You get by on being adored as a savior." I could have punched him but that would have involved getting up and I was dreadfully tired.

"As opposed to you having your daddy, buy your way through life." I retorted.

"At least I have a father."

A silence fell between us, I knew Draco Malfoy was a rotten piece of work but I hadn't realized truly how rotten he was. I don't know why I started crying, I wasn't really the type of girl who cried over every little thing but I guess I had a lot of pent up frustration and other emotions that they decided to manifest as tears and to make it worse, Draco Malfoy was watching me cry. He watched me, wide-eyed, like he couldn't quite believe that I was actually crying.

A moment later he stood in front of me, his hand outstretched offering me a handkerchief. "Slytherins don't cry, Princess, not when other people can see." He told me and for once Princess, did not sound like an insult. I took his offered handkerchief - a fancy letter 'D' was embroidered in green in one corner – and used it to dry my eyes as I told him to shut up.

Once my tears had stopped and I'd told Malfoy several times that I would hex him into oblivion if he ever told anyone he'd seen me cry - and corrected him when he suggested he'd made me cry – Malfoy and I sat in a not quite comfortable silence, he'd somehow found himself sat on the floor in front of me instead of on the sofa as he had been before. We both stared at the floor. He looked up at me a moment later and opened his mouth to speak but right then the common room entrance opened and a stream of students flooded in, headed by Pansy Parkinson a somewhat drippy girl with a proudly unhidden crush on Malfoy.

"What's going on here then?" She asked as Malfoy scrambled to his feet. I rolled my eyes and hoisted myself out of my chair.

"I'm going to bed." I mumbled and made my way to the girls dorm room.

AN: uuhhhh I hate first chapters so much.