2 days later.

I'm still at the common room, reading books. "I should've notice how nerdy you are" Daphne said. I grinned. "Sorry, I didn't see you there". "S'okay. I just came down." She replied. "Wanna go have some breakfast? I'm starving." I asked. "Yeah. Sure." She said. She is wearing a plain pale pink sweater with blue jeans and a pair of boots. I wore a purple, gray and white striped sweater, which I tuck the front part in my dark blue jeans; revealing the button and left the back part over my jeans. I also sport knee-high brown boots. We made our way to the Great Hall.

***

As soon as we stepped inside, Hermione pulled me towards the Gryffindor Table. "Hello, there. Is this your friend, Hermione?" A voice said in unison. I looked to the side and saw two identical guys. "Yeah, this is her. Elizabeth Malfoy. Call her Rose. That's her middle name. Rose, meet the Weasley twins." Hermione introduced. I smiled. "Pleasure to meet the both of you." I held out my hand for them to shake. "Oh, Hermione, you didn't said she's this pretty. I'm Fred. And I'm George". The voice said in unison. I giggled. The both of them are in their 3rd year. "Why do you call me here, 'Mione?" I asked her. "Well, Harry and Ron here wanted to discuss some things with us." I turned and looked to the Great Hall's door. "I haven't heard Draco's footsteps yet. Better make it quick before he came to taunt you, Harry!" Fred and George looked at me, confused. "She have keen sense of hearing". Hermione explained. Fred and George went 'oh'. I smiled and looked at Harry and Ron. "So, this is how it went..". Harry start.

***

"So, you're telling me that Professor Snape has been bitten by the three-headed dog on the night where the troll is in the bathroom?" I asked again for reassurement. "Yeah, and we were telling you this because.. well, let's say, we trusted you." Harry said. "Trusted me? Why? I'm Draco's cousin! How could you trust me just like that?" I was taken aback. "Well, you're... different. You're not like the other Malfoys. You don't boast or anything and the ideology of muggle-borns and the blood purity thing didn't went down to you." Ron answered. I was puzzled. He was right. The ideology about all that didn't pass down on me. Eventhough I was raised to the believe that we should keep our family blood pure, I didn't care. We chatted for a while when Ron asked, "Do you care about muggle-borns, blood-traitors, and pure-blood?". "Honestly, no! I don't care. For me, the idea of marrying those with pure blood is just ridiculous! You should marry someone you loved, someone who accepts you for who you are, someone who is there for you during all your ups and downs, not someone who could give you richness and a reputation of blood-purity! Sure, all my life, I've been raised to marry those with pure-blood, just that and no muggle-borns! But I'm telling you, I'm not like THEM. But, sometimes, you gotta do what's right. That's what happen to my family..". My voice starts breaking up. "Why? What happened to your family?" Fred and George said in uniso, again. They all looked at me. "Nothing. I'm sorry. I'm not ready to tell you about that". I said. "It's okay. You can tell us whenever you're ready." Hermione reassured.

***
(Quidditch)

We all looked with confusions as Harry's broomstick hover around. Meanwhile, Draco is laughing like a maniac beside me. "Oh, for the sake of Merlin's beard, Draco, this isn't funny! He could drop and die you know!" I literally am half-yelling at him. "What?? I can't hear you??!! This is too fun!!" He said. I rolled my eyes and tried to find out from where is the distraction coming from. I turned and looked around trying to focus my ears to any charms or spells being casted. I noticed it. I turned to where is the voice coming from until I saw.. Snape. He's mumbling something and I saw Hermione under the seats casting a spell that emmits flame. Snape quickly moved in an attempt to put out the fire from his cloak; knocking Professor Quirrel in the attempt. Suddenly, Harry's broomstick returned normal and he dove, trying to catch the Snitch. He dove to the ground; looking sick, until he spit out the Snitch, making the Gryffindor team win. I smiled cheerfully and went to him to congrats him. Draco looked awful, I must say. Then, I followed Hagrid and the trio to his hut as they trusted me. Hermione and I tried to explain everything to Harry and the others. We even spit out our theory on how Snape might get bitten by the three-headed dog who we came to knew the name's Fluffy. Out of the blue, Hagrid unintentionally told them the dog's is involuntarily his. He also told us that the secret is only known to Dumbledore and a guy named Nicolas Flamel. And so, we spent most of our times looking through the books in the library for a guy named Nicolas Flamel.


***

Thanks to the incident the other day, Draco stopped taunting Harry for a while as everyone is complimenting him fo being able to control the broomstick. Now it is nearly Christmas. I'm going back home with Draco. I can't wait to go home. Hermione's going back too. But Harry and Ron are staying. So, now, Draco keeps on teasing him about not going home, although the four of us know that he rather stayed at school than staying with the Dursleys. On the train, it's quite chilly and soon, I found myself asleep.