Disclaimer: World of Harry Potter does not belong to me but to the awesome J. K. Rowling. I mean if Harry were mine he wouldn't have ended up with Ginny Weasley. Maybe with Luna, or a Slytherin... hell even Snape woulda been better. :P But that's just my opinion.

Also For the "Make Me Beautiful Challenge" and "The If You Dare Challenge."

A/n: I don't usually write these kinds of stories, mostly because it's leads to OOC-ness. The Golden Trio befriending Slytherins is quite a bit of a stretch, even if Tracey, Blaise, and Daphne are not fleshed out by any means during the series. However, I'm going to try to make this story ring true while incorporating the elements from the Challenge. Though, that being said, the story will be somewhat AU, starting from OoTP.

However, I'd really appreciate reviews. They help to keep me motivated, and keep my posting chapters; though I can't guarantee writer's block won't rear it's ugly head. Like I said, these kinds of stories are a challenge for me, so please bear with me.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story. :)

Prompt: Crazy (#261)

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This Isn't Pride and Prejudice

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Chapter 1

"Why the hell are we doing this?" Blaise complained from where he stalked a few feet behind the short, witch with vibrant, but dark-red hair.

"Because Tracey coerced us into it, like she does into everything," Daphne replied with a small smile twisting her pretty lips, even as she pulled the hood of her cloak even higher to cover her golden hair.

"You shouldn't sound so cheerful. You do realize we're heading into a situation that we've been warned against since first year, where we will surrounded by members of the other three houses and be vastly outnumbered," Blaise reasoned, though to Tracey, it sounded more like grousing.

"Stop being a drama-queen, Blaise. It's not like we're marching into battle! Besides, aren't you tired of being misrepresented by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle? This is our chance to change the way the other houses view us! And anyway, you're with me. Terry and Anthony will vouch for me if we're spotted," Tracey stated with a huff, panting for breath as she led the way through the crowded street.

"You have far too much confidence in your Ravens... besides, it's not you I'm worried about," Blaise stated darkly. "And when did you become such a happy-go-lucky optimist?"

"I've always been a hourglass half-full kind of girl," Tracey replied in sardonic tones before stopping in her tracks, and whirling around, her red-hair flaring around, so that she could fix Blaise with a glare. "And you know Blaise, if you're too afraid, you can tuck your tail between your legs and go back to silently disdaining Draco while being bored out of your mind by the scintillating company of Crabbe and Goyle. Daphne and I will be perfectly safe on our own."

Blaise glared darkly down at the short girl.

Tracey seemed satisfied when Blaise didn't make a move to leave. Turning around, Tracey started to march back towards the Hog's Head, not wanting to be late.

"That was a little harsh, don't you think?" Daphne asked in whispered tones as she moved to catch up to Tracey, while Blaise brought up the rear.

"Nothing will ever change if we don't try to change it, Daph. I'm, personally, tired of being seen with suspicions by every Puff and Gryffindor at school. I'm tired of them making assumptions about me because they have some preconceived idea what it means to be a Slytherin. I'm not trying to change everyone's views on Slytherins, because I know that there are enough of us that support those views our House is known for. But I just want some of them to see, that we're not ALL like that," Tracey ranted until the building finally came to view and the trio paused.

Daphne smiled slightly. Tracey always had a way with words, and she always knew what to say, even if sometimes that meant saying nothing at all. But it was definitely a balancing act, and Daphne wasn't really sure how Tracey managed to be on good terms with even Draco and Pansy.

"I hope you know what you're getting us into, Trace," Blaise stated with a sigh, pulling up the hood of his own cloak.

"We will be in a lot of trouble if anyone else from our House found out," Daphne stated with a frown, feeling her stomach muscles tightening with fear.

Tracey frowned slightly, wondering if she really had bullied her friends into coming along with her. Looking from one to the other, she paused to consider that they might have more to lose than she did. After all, her reputation in Slytherin was already somewhat tarnished, what with being a half-blood.

"You guys, you don't have to come with me," she stated, though in much softer tone then when she'd snapped at them before.

"We're not leaving you alone, Trace," Daphne stated with a roll of her eyes, her tone showing her exasperation.

"We're Slytherins. We stick together... even if our leader is crazy," Blaise stated, his lips twisted into a slight smirk.

Tracey couldn't help smiling, pulling both her friends into a hug. That was another thing about Tracey; she was warm and affectionate. She had an easy way about touching people that, while shocking at first, quickly grew on them. For Slytherins usually starved for affection, she was the comfort they'd never received.

Pulling away, the trio set back on their course. Tracey pulled up her hood of her own cloak, like Blaise and Daphne as the Hog's Head came into view.

"How quaint," Daphne stated with her delicate nose, upturned in disgust as they stepped inside. Blaise too, gave the tavern a disapproving look with a sweep of his syrup-colored eyes. However, Tracey was quick to usher her friends out of the doorway and blend into the background, all the while keeping a look out for her two Ravenclaw friends.

It wasn't long before she spotted Terry, being as the boy was taller than everyone else in the room. His height, being at almost six feet, was only rivaled by that of Theodore Nott. However, where Theo hunched, Terry did not, making Terry seem the taller of the two.

The dark-haired boy easily stood out amongst everyone else and Tracey couldn't help smiling as she pulled her two friends behind her, holding onto their arms. When she was behind Terry and Anthony, she poked Terry in the shoulder, causing the boy to turn.

Lifting her hood so that her face was visible to Terry, she smiled up at the boy.

"Hello handsome," she greeted, grabbing the boy by his cloak and pulling him towards her so that she could place a peck on his cheek, which colored slightly as he cocked a shy smile at her.

"Handsome?" she heard Blaise muttering behind her to Daphne. An oomph of pain was all Tracey heard and she imagined her blonde-headed friend had just elbowed her pretty-boy.

Tracey tried to hide her discomfort as she turned to Anthony Goldstein and enveloped him in a brief and friendly hug.

She sincerely hoped that Terry hadn't heard Blaise's comment. Terry wasn't a very good-looking boy, and while the boy was aware of it and comfortable with the fact, she still didn't like the fact that Blaise was making fun of him for his looks.

"You made it," Anthony stated, grinning at Tracey, while Terry did his silent-type thing, and said nothing.

"Well what else am I going to do with my weekend? Gossip about the state of your curls?" Tracey teased before reaching out to ruffle Anthony's slightly curly mop of blonde hair. Anthony's light brown eyes glinted with amusement as he shook off Tracey's hand. "What's this I hear that you started dating Morag McDougal?!"

At this, Terry snorted. "He wishes," he muttered, almost inaudibly.

"Hey, you be nice," Tracey stated, poking Terry in his side as Anthony turned red. "Anyway, you guys know Blaise and Daphne, right?"

Both boys nodded before offering different greetings before locking their gaze back on Tracey. Tracey sighed, unsure if she was ever going to manage to get Blaise and Daphne to be at all friendly to outsiders. It was like, whenever there were members of the other houses around, they both put frost charms on themselves and were therefore perceived to be conceited and arrogant by everyone.

Well with Blaise, it went beyond simply being unsmiling and painfully curt but civil. He was downright cold and rude.

"We should find seats, I think they're going to start soon," Daphne piped up, causing Terry and Anthony to turn. They all nodded and moved around, Tracey, Daphne and Blaise strategically placing themselves behind the Ravenclaws and hiding in the back, keeping their hoods drawn enough to hide their identities, but not so much that it was conspicuous.

"There are a lot of people here," Daphne commented, leaning in close to her friends. "I didn't think there would be so many."

"Me either," Tracey whispered in turn.

"Well, at least this should prove interesting," Blaise deadpanned.

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"By the way... did you get a look at the three sitting behind Terry Boot?" Harry asked as he, Ron and Hermione left scrivenshaft.

Hermione furrowed her brow, ignoring Ron and who was still complaining about Ginny dating Michael Corner.

"Yeah... in the hoods. I couldn't get a good look at them, but I meant to look at the list to see who they were," Hermione stated, reaching into her bag and pulling out the list. Harry paused beside her, tempted to look over her shoulder, but he didn't think he'd be able to spot who the names belonged to. "Oh!"

"What?" Ron and Harry both asked, to which Hermione merely tilted the parchment towards them and pointed to a set of names. However, Harry couldn't really read two of the names, because the signatures were too fancy and complex, as if written by people who'd taken calligraphy. He was only able to read the name that was sharp, slightly slanted, but simple.

"Who is Tracey Davis?" Harry asked with a furrowed brow.

Hermione stashed the list away and started walking. "She's in our year. She has dark-red hair," Hermione explained, chewing on her lip, uncertain what it meant and what Harry would make of it as she wasn't even certain what to make of it, though the thoughts that did come to mind, worried her. But she knew, given Harry's confused expression, that she didn't have much of a choice and if they really intended to participate, he'd find out sooner or later. "She's in Slytherin."

Harry stopped in his tracks, unable to process what Hermione was saying.

"What?" Ron asked, completely going off the handle. "But... how did a snake even find out?!"

"Hang on, she's in our year? How have I never noticed her before?" Harry asked while Hermione tried to tell Ron to keep it down. Though, Harry was no less troubled by the fact that a Slytherin was in their group. Surely she was spying, right?

"Well... when I've seen her with other Slytherins, she's always in the background and she never says anything," Hermione replied, chewing on the inside of her cheek in thought.

"Who are the other two?" Harry asked.

"Daphne Greengrass and Blaise Zabini," Hermione replied to which Ron made a noise.

"Great... the Ice Princess and the Black-Widow's son," Ron stated with great prejudice. "They're trying to sabotage us! You realize that, right?"

"Black Widow?" Harry asked, confused as he turned to look at his friends. It seemed Hermione wasn't anymore enlightened on the subject as she too turned to look at Ron for clarification.

"His mum, she's suspected of killing her last like... six or so husbands, all of whom have left her their fortunes," Ron explained.

"If she's suspected of killing her husbands, why do men keep marrying her?" Hermione asked.

"Well... she's supposed to be extremely beautiful. Its what she's famous for, apart from all her husbands dying," Ron stated before frowning. "And now we've got her pretty-boy son to deal with."

"Do you think they'll out us?" Harry asked with concern. For his part, he'd never really noticed Tracey, Daphne and Blaise. Granted, he at least knew what the latter two looked like.

After all, Blaise was a boy with skin the color of milk-chocolate, with very high cheekbones and slanted eyes. He had an exotic look, and a lot of girls seemed to find hims incredibly handsome. Harry was sure he even heard Lavender and Parvati rate him as the best looking boy in their year. Though, how anyone could think of an arrogant, elitist boy like that, likable at all, was beyond him.

Daphne Greengrass, was easily the most beautiful girl in their year, too. She was a willowy blonde, with a slender figure and extremely pretty face. She had eyes that were warm brown and hair that was wavy and fell in soft curls of spun gold, down to her waist. However, she had a reputation for never smiling. And she never spoke to anyone outside of Slytherin, least not more than a handful of words that were delivered in cool and detached tones and she never seemed to address someone while looking directly at them, always directing her words above their shoulder, as if they were not good enough for her to speak directly to.

"Well... they signed their names, they've agreed not to speak of it to anyone," Hermione reasoned, her brows deeply furrowed; now wondering if perhaps she should have told everyone before they left that their was a jinx on the parchment for any who broke their word.

"Like you can trust them to keep their word, just because they signed their names," Ron muttered sarcastically.

"This could be over before we even really get started," Harry admitted grimly.

TBC...

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