The Order

Chapter Thirteen

I stood in the line, filing straight into the great hall.

"Hello," I heard someone sneer.

I turned around to find Malfoy. I completely ignored him, scanning the mass of students for George . I was still in shock over the fact that he had asked me to be his girlfriend. It was like over the last few months, everything was coming together, and I finally had people that cared about me.

"I said hello, blood traitor," He said, louder.

I sneered, "I have ears Malfoy, I'm choosing to ignore you, now do you mind standing a few feet away? I'd appreciate having a vomit free encounter,"

"Shut your mouth!" He snarled.

I grinned, "I'd appreciate it if you kept yours shut too, just as a precuation,"

"Scarlet," I heard someone call, "Scarlet, over here,"

I saw George in a mass of Hufflepuffs, struggling to get over to me. I made my way over to him, grinning like a fool.

"Yes," I said.

"Wh-what?" He asked.

"I will be your girlfriend, I'm sorry about before, I was just a bit taken aback, of course the answer is yes!" I replied.

His eyes were wide, and his jaw had dropped.

"You okay?" I giggled.

"I am now," He replied.

Then he pulled me in and kissed me. He tasted like chocolate and sweets. My hands were tangled in his hair as he held my face with one hand and my waist with the other. We were both blissfully unaware to the other people in the crowd. People pushed past us, a couple wolf whistling and at one point I was sure I heard Fred tell his brother he did a 'nice job'. Then one voice managed to ruin my happy moment.

"Two blood traitors getting it on!" It was Malfoy.

I saw George twitch, to go turn around. With the slightest shake of my head, I pulled him in for another kiss.

"Ignore him," I mumbled against his lips.

"You're making a very compelling case," He said, his lips re-capturing mine.

"Blood traitor! Blood traitors," I heard Malfoy yelling in the background.

I ignored him, focusing of George.

"As wonderful as this is to see, the feast has started," McGonagall tapped me on the shoulder.

"Sorry Professor," George grinned cheekily, taking me by the waist and steering me into the hall.

"Wait," I stopped, "My dad,"

George winced, "Oh god,"

I desperately patted my hair down, as George did the same. We walked into the hall, two meters away from each other, walking very stiffly to our tables. I sat at the end, by myself. Despite finally having family, I was yet to find friends among the Slytherins.

"Hi, can I sit here?" A light brown haired girl asked.

I was taken aback, "Uh... sure..."

"I'm Isobel McDougall," She said.

I replied, "Scarlet,"

Then I stopped. Was I Scarlet Tonks? Scarlet Snape? Scarlet Snape-Tonks?

"Scarlet Snape, right?" She asked.

It was decided for me, I did feel guilty for not taking my mother's name though.

"How did you know?" I asked.

Isobel smiled, "I'm partnered with Ginny Weasley in potions, you're good friends, right?"

I nodded, "You're in Ginny's grade?"

"Yeah. I'm mainly friends with Gryffindor's, Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuffs though, no one in my grade seems to like me much," She sighed, "Especially Miss Popular herself, Astoria Greengrass,"

"Greengrass?" I hissed.

Isobel nodded solemnly, "You'd know Daphne, wouldn't you?

My mind flashed back to my dorm room, where they had all tried to attack me at once, "I know Daphne,"

"Astoria is even worse than Daphne," Isobel shuddered, "Daphne is a follower, whereas Astoria is a leader,"

"You have to share a dorm with them?" I asked.

Isobel nodded, grimacing, "All they do is pick on me, gossip about other students and talk about how oh-so attractive Malfoy, Zabini and Nott are,"

"You're kidding," I choked.

Isobel shook her head, "They're like Malfoy's fan girls, it's absolutley disgusting,"

"What's disgusting? Are we talking about your face, McDougall?" The girl sneered.

She was flanked by three other girls, all four of them had faces caked with make up.

"Actually Greengrass-" Isobel began.

I cut her off, "Actually we were talking about your obsession with a a certain blonde haired mummies boy,"

"Draco isn't a mummies boy," Astoria sneered, "He is a gorgeous, independent god,"

I leaned back into my chair, crossing my arms, "I've met his parents, I've been to his house, he's the biggest mummies boy in the world,"

"Who the hell are you? Why have you been to his house? Why did you meet his parents?" Another girl asked, hotly.

"Scarlet Snape," I smiled.

"Well Scarlet," Astoria replied scathingly, "You're a huge fu-"

She was cut off by one of her friends, "Umm... Tori?"

"What is it?" She huffed.

"That's Professor Snape's daughter, you might want to be careful," The girl said.

"That's right girls, now what were you about to say?" I heard my father drawl.

I took immense pleasure in watching all the colour drain from their faces.