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Dahlia's Magic	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8802 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

Chapter List
- 13
- 14
- 15
Review Responses:
loisa: Yeah, I am surprised no one has picked up on her character much. I would have figured I gave too much away. I guess not.. **whistles innocently* Isn't that funny how craft she can be? Well, there's a reason she's this way :)
staar: I can't believe how many followers I have gotten actually! More than When There Is No War. Very shocking! This is pretty popular at FF.NET

Chapter 14-
Dahlia massaged her temples. Hermione was about to send the surrounding students off the deep end with her constant tips on how to fly.
Flying lessons would happen that day. It had been a week since they started school, and already Dahlia was wishing she could silence Hermione with the spell Jude had shown them. Unfortunately, Dahlia had found out that she couldn't cast the charm as well as the others, who already had proven themselves as fast learners, successfully silencing toads- Neville's toad to be exact.
Dahlia couldn't even silence a cricket. Even after Hermione had bluntly informed her that she was doing everything correctly.
"You're really showing me your skills." Draco had whispered into her ear the other day upon noticing her struggling. "Didn't you make a claim to being a real witch last week?"
She forced a grin. If only he knew the truth. He'd be stunned for life, and not from the effects of a spell. "How little you know about me, Draco." She had whispered back.
"You won't make it past Fifth year." He had taunted.
"Watch me."
Now on Thursday, Dahlia had to silently thank the owls for delivering the post, since it interrupted Hermione's rambling on how to fly.
Draco received yet another package from home. His loving parents sent him sweets just about everyday, and he gloated about it. Occasionally, if he was feeling generous, he would share with Ron and Harry.
"Lia!" Harry gasped excitedly. "A letter from Dudley!" He passed her the letter so she could read it.
Dear Lia and Harry,
I hope you don't mind that I sent off one letter to the both of you. I am very busy here. They give us loads of homework to do!
Your opening feast sounded terrific and just as good as the one here was. I especially loved the carrot cake. It even had raisins!
They already started me on a training diet. The coach, Mr. Whiles, said that I should be ready for the rugby team in a year if I put in a lot of work. I told him that I plan on working real hard. The health food is not as bad as I thought it would be. It seems they have as good as a cook as you, Dahlia! The only complaint I'll make about it is that there doesn't seem to be enough of it. They won't let me eat my fill.
When I received your letter, Harry, the kids here were impressed to see a trained owl. I let them believe that Hedwig was special. They are excited to see her again, so write back soon!
- Dudley

PS: Congrats on making the Warrior house, both of you! I am giving you a salute in your honour, ha!
"Nice to hear he's doing okay." Harry commented after Dahlia was finished with reading the letter.
Draco snorted. "Warrior house, good one."
"Imagine Dudley skinny..." Dahlia said in thought, ignoring Draco. "Hard to believe."
"Yep." Harry laughed.
"Whoa!"
Everyone turned to look at Neville grasping onto a round ball with red smoke that was trapped inside of it.
"It's a rememberball!" Draco snatched it from Neville, eyeing it closely.
"Hey!" Neville shrieked.
"Give it back, Draco!" Harry demanded, standing up.
"Alright alright." Draco shrugged, giving it a gentle toss to Neville. "I was only looking."
"And next time you should ask." Dahlia told Draco. "I am sure Nev would be glad to let you look at it."
Neville nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." Draco drawled in doubt. "Sure he would." He stood from the table then and gestured Vincent and Gregory to follow him to the Slytherin table.
"He's so rude!" Hermione said, sending him a look.
"He's... still learning how to be polite." Dahlia defended him, frowning at the blond who was stalking to his house's table. "I bet he's never had to share with anyone before." Dahlia knew a certain room mate of hers who was also a single child that had some rude moments too. But Dahlia kept that to herself.
* / *
"These really are the worst brooms I have ever seen." Draco complained, crossing his arms in disgust, scowling at the twenty-one brooms laying on the grass. His fellow house mates agreed with him, most having had bragged to have had a broom by their third birthday. Draco claimed the one he thought was best, wrinkling his nose up at it. He then pointed to another. "Harry, you ought to have that one. It's the next best."
"How generous of you, Draco." Harry joked, stepping up to it.
"Well, mine's not much better." Draco pointed out to him.
The teacher arrived then. She told the remaining students to stand by a broom and call it up.
Harry's and Draco's instantly went into their hands. Hermione's and Neville's stayed at the ground.
"Ah!" Dahlia shrieked shielding her face with her hands to keep from getting smacked with the handle that flew up to her.
"How graceful, Miss Dursley." Draco chuckled. A few others laughed.
Dahlia stuck her tongue out at him.
Neville suddenly started flying straight up into the air, whimpering. "He-Help!"
"Mr. Longbottom, get back down here!"
Neville appeared to not know how to steer his broom.
"He's going to fall!" Ron said.
"Nev!" Dahlia screamed as they watched the boy get thrown from the broom and crash into the ground. The students crowded around the whimpering boy.
"Out of my way, now, come on!" Madam Hootch pushed through them impatiently. "Oh, dear me, broken wrist. Hush now, you'll be alright." She said with sudden softness to her voice, helping Neville to his feet. She told the students to not touch the brooms until she got back.
Draco was in giggles until his eyes focused on something, a mischievous look on his face. Dahlia followed his gaze, spotting Neville's rememberball. When he made a lunge for it, she waved her hand, tying his shoelaces together, causing him to trip over his own two feet.
Some students, Slytherins included, burst out in laughter.
'Come to me.' She told the rememberball with her mind, as everyone's attention was on Draco. It rolled to her and she picked it up.
"Stop laughing at him!" She scolded the crowd. "Draco was only trying to get Nev's rememberball for him! Wasn't that nice of him, Harry?" She held out Neville's rememberball to Harry, all the while looking at Draco with an intense look.
Draco had quickly stood back up and untied his shoelaces with his wand in a swift movement. He sneered at Dahlia. He was not happy.
Good, that ought to show him. He'll learn to be a good boy, one way or another.
"Thanks, Draco." Harry said, pocketing the rememberball. "That was nice of you."
On their way back inside, Draco jumped Dahlia as Harry was busy with a group of admirers. Draco pointed his wand at Dahlia's throat, a hand gripped the collar of her robes. "Alright, what's the gag, mudblood?!" He snarled.
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Dahlia said. "And get that thing out of my face!" She swatted at his wand, knocking it out of his hand.
"Are you just trying to screw with me, or what?!" He hissed. "Because if you are, I'll fix you up now!" He tightened his grip.
"No." She said quietly.
"Then, why did you trip me and..." he paused, narrowing his eyes. "...then defend me?"
"You want to be Harry's friend, right?"
"Well... yeah, of course I do! Who doesn't?!"
"What about his best friend?" She asked.
"I think Ron's about filled that spot." Draco scowled.
Dahlia shrugged. "There's no rule saying that you can't have two of them."
"But why would you even care?"
"Well, you are a nice guy, aren't you?"
His grey eyes studied hers before the hard look on his face faded away. "Some say... I am not. They say that I can not be."
"But what do you say, Draco?" Dahlia asked pressingly. "It only matters what you think. You do not have to live up to who other people say you are." He didn't say anything as he took in her words, chewing the inside of his lip. "Look, Draco, Harry's been bullied all his life, he's not going to be friends with someone who does it. So, if you really are determined to be his friend, you must stop acting like a prick. Harry's going to be big one day; you can either be big alongside him, or get covered by the shadows of his fans. It's your choice."
"How can you be so certain that he'd be my friend?" He asked slowly with curiousity.
"I just am..." She whispered to him. "Now let me go before Harry catches you and thinks you're trying to beat me up."
He shoved her away. "You are the most annoying girl I have ever met, Miss Dursley. And that's saying something, since Granger has a way of raking under your skin." He grumbled, snatching his wand from the ground. "How did you tie my shoelaces up anyway? I don't remember seeing you equipped with your wand."
"You must have forgotten then." She pulled out her wand. "I got it right here, see?"
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