A Malfoy Never Loses

Jessy walks into the Great Hall for breakfast, followed by nearly all the Slytherins. She stops in front of all the tables and takes it in, noticing that all the other Houses are staring. She looks at the Hufflepuff table and smirks, noting that they turn their attention back to their food. \'They shouldn\'t be anything to handle\' She tells herself. She turns her attention to the Ravenclaws who didn\'t really pay much attention to her. \'At least they know their place.\' She thinks to herself. Lastly, she looks at the Gryffindor table. Everyone there was either looking at their food or glaring at her with hatred. Before she could think of anything her eyes fall on a boy with black hair, and emerald green eyes. Cocking her head to the side she notices he\'s just looking at her. Not glaring, but not happy either.

Turning to the rest of her house she motions for them to go to the table and eat. Marcus stops by her.

"Are you coming Jessy?" He asks, trying to be civil.

She shakes her head and walks away, towards the Gryffindor table. Crabbe and Goyle look up at Marcus, who\'s staring after Jessy, Draco\'s girl.

"Hey Flint. If you remember you\'re place you\'ll keep your eyes of Draco\'s girl." Goyle growls.

Crabee nods his agreement, trying to look fierce with a mouthful of food. Marcus rolls his eyes and starts in on his food.



"Harry." Hermione nudges him.

Harry looks over at her and she points behind him. Turning around he watches the most elegant girl he\'s ever seen walk into the great hall, followed by the entire Slytherin House. He watches her look at each house, finally landing on the Gryffindors. He knows she\'s Slytherin, and he tries to hate her, but..he shakes his head. He continues to stare, even when she catches his eye.

"Merlin, Hermione. She has red eyes. I swear. She must be Riddle\'s daughter." Ron whispers to Hermione.

Hermione shushes Ron and looks at Harry. He\'s staring at her with something in his eyes, she can\'t tell if it\'s lust or curiousity, but either way it\'s not good. Especially not if what Ron says is true. Before she can say anything to Harry, she notices the girl walking towards their table, without the rest of Slytherin, thankfully.

Harry stands up, knowing that she\'s coming to see him. When she reaches him she just stares into his eyes.

"Harry? Harry Potter?" She asks, curiousity getting the best of her.

"Yes." He nods, unable to say more.

The girl looks up at the Professor\'s table at the headmaster Dumbledore and her eyes darken.

"Come with me." She says abrubptly taking his arm.

He follows her out of the Great Hall, much to surprise of his House and her\'s. She doesn\'t stop until their in an abandoned corridor.

"What was that about?" Harry snaps, rubbing his arm.

"My name\'s Jessy. Jessy Riddle." She tells him softly.

The fear and hatred that fills his eyes sends knives into her heart, making her look down.

"Your headmaster told me to stay away from you." She says matter-of-factly.

"Why didn\'t you?" Harry asks, cautiously.

"Because for one I\'m a Riddle and we don\'t do what that old coot tells us. And for two, I wanted to talk to you privately." She explains.

He watches her warily when she raises her hand. He flinches when she moves her hand to his face.

"Harry please. Don\'t be afraid of me." Jessy pleads, her eys soft and glowing.

Jessy places her hand on the side of his face and pulls him closer to her. Harry wraps his arms around her waist and looks down into her eyes.



"Excuse me."