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Dianthus Stories	By : icewomin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anything you
recognize belongs to someone else, namely, JK Rowling. Specifically, elements of
the HP universe, characters from same.
Sadly, I have no hope of publishing this story outside the fan fiction base, although I hope you enjoy the plot and the original
characters I�ve created. Feel free to
give me critical feedback, including flames and harsh criticism. I may delete it afterward, so as to reduce my
personal embarrassment, but I do promise to read it and incorporate it if I
feel it improves the story.

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This is Chapter
Two. Smut begins in Chapter Twenty Six,
so if you�re only looking for that, feel free to skip ahead. Be warned that you may be confused about some
of the stuff in those later chapters if you don�t stick it out.

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Chapter Two � You
Win Some, You Lose Some

Dianthus sat on
her four-poster bed and looked around her.
She had never in her life shared a room with anyone, and she wasn�t sure
she liked the idea of living with three total strangers. Her fears were not eased when one of them, a
terribly pretty girl with long blonde hair, flopped herself down right next to
Dianthus and blurted out, �I�m Melanie, and I have no idea what I�m doing
here!� She seemed quite nervous. Dianthus immediately felt a bit sorry for
her, but why couldn�t the silly twit flop down on her own bed?

�Are your parents
Muggles, then?� said another girl, this one tall and thin with short black
hair, from across the room.

The blonde girl
shrugged. �They don�t do any magic, if
that�s what you mean.�

�Ooh, that�s
Muggles, all right. But that�s okay, there�s lots of Muggle-born witches and wizards here.� The dark-headed girl skipped across the room,
and then she, too, lay down on Dianthus� bed.
�I�m not Muggle-born, everyone in my family has magic, but don�t let
anyone tell you they�re better than you just because you are Muggle-born. I�m Erin, by the
way.� She patted Melanie�s hand
comfortingly.

�And I�m Martine,�
said the third girl, who was short and quite stocky. She joined the rest on Dianthus� bed and
continued, �My dad�s a wizard, but my mom�s a Muggle. So I�m half and half.�

�Well, I�m
Dianthus, and I�m practically Muggle-born,� said Dianthus. �My dad was a Squib, and so was my mom. My Grandpa wasn�t even sure I had any magic
in me.� Both Erin and Martine were
looking interestedly at her now. �Well, I always knew I had it, but he�d never
let me play with my Grandma�s wand, so I could never be sure. We still don�t know about my little
sister. Maybe now that I�m here, though,
he�ll let her try some stuff.�

�I didn�t know
Squibs could have wizard babies,� Erin frowned.

�I didn�t know
either, but it happens, I guess. I�m
here, anyway. Grandpa kept telling me to
wait, but that�s a drag, isn�t it?�

�What�s a Squid?�
Melanie interjected.

�Not a Squid, a Squib,� giggled Erin. �It�s what they called it when a wizard has a
baby that can�t do magic.�

�Oh.� Melanie seemed to find the topic of Squibs
and Muggle-borns rather boring, as she said, �You
know, on the train and at dinner, everyone kept talking about the houses. I know we�re in Ravenclaw, but what exactly
does that mean?� The four girls spent
the rest of the evening talking about the different houses, and Quidditch
(which it turned out Erin absolutely adored), and going
over their schedules for the term, until the prefect came around to tell them
off for still being up.

Even after the
lights went out, though, Dianthus lay awake.
She couldn�t believe she was here.
She couldn�t believe she was sharing a bedroom with three rowdy girls. She couldn�t believe she was enjoying their
company. In fact, she was slightly
grateful for the sound of Melanie�s quiet snoring � otherwise the silence in
the room would have been a little eerie.
Not that Dianthus was frightened or nervous. That wasn�t it at all, she told herself
angrily. She just wasn�t used to not
hearing her grandfather�s snores from down the hall. She drifted off to sleep, wondering how it
would be to have classes with the rest of her house, instead of only with
Aster.

The next morning, Erin
woke them all up early. �Breakfast! Let�s go,
you lot!�

Dianthus
groaned. �My alarm hasn�t even gone off,
Erin.�

�Your alarm looks
like one of those ones that starts out asking nicely,� snorted Erin. �Mine starts out bonking me over the
head. Much more
effective, if you ask me. Come
on, up and at �em so we all have time to shower.�

The roommates
dragged themselves out of bed and, after gathering their school robes, stumbled
to the common shower room � another new experience for Dianthus. Small stone stalls with a flimsy curtain were
not sufficient to quiet her embarrassment at stripping naked before the other
three girls. Erin
didn�t seem to have a problem with it, though, yanking off her pajamas and
knickers in a flash and jumping into the nearest stall. �Yikes!
Better give it a minute, mates � this bloody water is freezing!�

nie,nie, Martine,
and Dianthus eyed each other nervously.
It seemed each of them was waiting for somebody else to follow Erin�s
lead. Sighing, Dianthus stripped down and
stepped gingerly into an empty stall.
Melanie and Martine did the same.
They all shrieked when the icy water hit them, and Erin
howled with laughter. �Told
you!�

Erin
chivvied them all into the great hall with stories her older cousins had told
her about their own time at Hogwarts.
�And Raelen told me there�s a secret passage
that goes directly to Hogsmeade � but the stupid git wouldn�t say exactly where it is! I think I�ll send him a howler.�

Dianthus didn�t
say much during breakfast, content to listen to her roommates excitedly point
out cute boys from other houses and chatter amongst themselves. Dianthus was steeling herself for her
classes. She thought she might be pretty
far behind, and was determined to make up for lost time. Fingering the brand new wand in her pocket,
she led the way from the great hall after they�d finished eating. �I see who the scholar among us will be,�
tittered Martine.

But her coursework
turned out to be � well not easy, but not over taxing, even if it was extremely
time consuming. Dianthus was used to
reading complicated incantations from her grandfather�s library,
and the initial work they were doing � levitating a feather, for instance �
seemed fairly tame compared to some of what one could do with the spells out of
those books. Of course, she couldn�t get out doing of the
tremendous amount of homework they seemed to get from each teacher. It seemed to Dianthus, as the weeks passed,
that she and her roommates spent increasing amounts of time in the school
library.

Well, Dianthus
spent increasing amounts of time in the school library. Her roommates seemed pretty content to
complete their homework in the common room, but Dianthus preferred the quiet of
the library to concentrate on her essays. �Library again? Don�t you like to hang around with us, Di?�
complained Erin with a scowl, when Dianthus was once
again gathering her school bag, after dinner.

�I just like to
have some quiet when I�m working,� Dianthus said reasonably. After all, she was used to much more quiet
than the Ravenclaw common room afforded, with its lethal combination of
rambunctious students and her three chatty roommates.

�Di�s shy,� said Melanie kindly. �Leave her be, Erin.�

�I�m not shy,�
said Dianthus hotly. �I just like to
concentrate, that�s all.�

But she couldn�t
deny that sometimes she just needed to be by herself. At home, Aster was the one who ran around the
farm like a wild person. Well, they�d
both had to help their grandfather tend the crops, but when she wasn�t
complaining bitterly over having to work, Aster could be found climbing trees,
riding the horses her grandfather kept, or running flat out on the beach below
the cliff next to the farmhouse.
Dianthus, who was older than Aster by almost two years, was the one who
stayed inside, reading books from her grandfather�s library. Sometimes she did the same here, picking a
title at random and reading until the librarian shooed her away.

Still, you can�t
spend your entire life behind a book, and one night in early October, she found
herself wandering the halls after she had finished her latest Transfiguration
essay, looking for some quiet entertainment.
She ventured into the great hall, and discovered that it was being used
as a sort of entertainment room. Various
board games were in progress, and several loud sessions of exploding Snap were
going on. Other students (but no other
first years, she noted somewhat nervously) sat lounging and chatting at the
four house tables � and what was more, she spied a plain chess set at both ends
of each table. A couple of sets were
already occupied by students, and so she found an empty board and settled in to
play.

�What do you think
you�re doing?� A low, disapproving voice
interrupted her as she directed the pieces onto the board. She looked up to see a tall, skinny student
bearing down on her. He had obviously
been sitting with the group of kids further down the table. His eyes were black, as was his long, greasy
hair, but his skin was quite pale. This
unfortunate combination of features made the numerous pimples on his face stand
out lividly, and he had a huge, hooked nose.
He glared down it at her.

�Playing chess,�
she replied, calmly gazing up at him.

�This is the
Slytherin table,� he sneered, stepping around to the very end of the table and
leaning on it with both hands.

�And?�

�And? Only Slytherins may play chess at the
Slytherin table,� he hissed.

Dianthus thought
about this for a moment. She could argue
that it wasn�t meal time, but maybe that didn�t matter? She was, after all, only a first year
student. There were many things she
didn�t know yet. �All right,� she
finally said, standing. �Seems silly,
but I can move, I haven�t even started yet.�
She strode around him to the Ravenclaw table. He didn�t move, but watched her until she sat
down at the empty chess board. She made
a face at him, and he scowled back at her and then walked back to his friends.

What a jerk, thought Dianthus
dismissively, and she turned her attention to the board. Soon she was absorbed in the game, as she
always had been at home. She got up to
change positions from time to time, because the development of some strategies
simply required a natural point of view.
Other than that, she didn�t move until the Head Boy announced it was
time for everyone to get back to their common rooms.

The following
week, when she went to the great hall to play again, she didn�t make the
mistake of sitting at another house table.
She made a beeline for the Ravenclaw table and the empty chess board
she�d occupied previously. Neither did
she glance to the Slytherin table, though, because she didn�t want anyone
thinking it was because of them that she�d done it.

She jumped,
therefore, when that same sneering voice spoke from behind her. �Wouldn�t you rather play with a partner?�

She didn�t
turn. Instead, she said coolly, �I�ve
been playing by myself for close to four years now. Why would I need a partner?�

The skinny boy
sauntered around the table and sat opposite her. �Perhaps you haven�t noticed that you keep
making the same stupid mistakes over and over?�
He posed it as a simple question, but there was an easy cruelty to his
tone that told her he was only mocking her.

�How would you
know what I�m doing from over there with your little friends?� She gestured toward the Slytherin table,
where a group of older students was indeed watching them.spanspan>He turned to look briefly at them, then back
at her.

�It�s pretty
obvious,� he replied smoothly, �if the one observing knows how to play the game
at all.� Dianthus flushed with anger,
and she heard the Slytherins raucous laughter.
So he was here to tease her for the amusement of his friends.

�Snivellus!� The Head Boy was running toward them. The skinny boy grimaced and stood, taking his
wand out of his robes as if preparing for a fight. Dianthus noticed that his gang of friends
rose as well, and began slowly creeping toward the Ravenclaw table. �Snivellus,� repeated the Head Boy, as he
stopped directly next to Dianthus. �What
are you doing here? Who let you out of
your cage?� Dianthus noticed his wand
was in his hand, too.

�Potter,�
whispered the dark-haired boy. �What I
do, as well as where I do it, are none of your business.� His entire body seemed wound tightly and
ready to spring at the Head Boy.

�It is if you�re
trying to get first years to join your little
club,� declared Potter. Dianthus had
no idea what he was talking about, but there was a rigid look on the Head Boy�s
face that kept her mouth shut. �Don�t
you have enough recruits from your own house, Snivellus?Watch it, or you�ll find yourself upside down
in the air again, giving us all a good view of your knickers.� At this, he laughed heartily, and so did
several students at the Ravenclaw table.

The Slytherins had
formed a tight half-circle behind the dark-haired boy. �Come on, Severus,� muttered one of the
girls, and she grabbed his arm. �Let�s
go. Potter�s just having his little
fun.� But the boy jerked his arm away
and strode out of the great hall. Potter
watched him leave, gripping his wand tightly as if he would dearly love to
throw at hex at the retreating boy. The
group of Slytherins melted away, heading back to their own table.

The Head Boy sat
down across from Dianthus. �Don�t let
him get to you, kid,� he said, jovially.
His face had relaxed and he smiled at her. �I�m James Potter, Head Boy, but I guess you
know that. Sna not not any kind you want
to be talking to, let me tell you.�

Dianthus
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