Imagine your a dreamer [[DRACO]]

[jeanne]

Jeanne was a dreamer, she walked around looking like she had lost herself in a dream sometimes. Although it wasn't a bad thing. That was the type of girl she was, and didn't like to be disturbed sometimes, but if she was.. she was very polite, and stopped to talk to the person. But today she was just wandering aimlessly through the cooridors. A rather loopy little smile. The girl was a daring person, some say she could have been put into Slytherin, but the way her brain played off, she should have been a hufflepuff. She didn't mind her house, at least they had pretty colors, and the people there always seemed awful nice. She was a bit naive, but weren't all girls. She continued to make her way from the Ravenclaw cooridors and ended up right infront of the Hogwarts entrance. Where she just happened to stop and stare into one of the awesome moving paintings. The girl was so enthralled by the movements, it was almost like she was mesmorized. She smiled at the person staring back at her. "Good Mornin' such a beautiful day." she smiled in her rather happy voice, before walking around the entrance hall just taking Hogwarts in.

This would be her last year here, it made her sad to know she'd be leaving her friends, and the comfort of the castle that had been home to her for many years. She'd be embarking on new journeys and taking in new experiences. But she couldn't imagine doing it with anyone but the few students she called friends. Although normally at a time like this a frown would have appeared on the little dreamers face. She couldn't help but think of the excitement that happened outside of Hogwarts, and how exactly muggles were so very curious to watch. She brushed her long blond hair away from her face, and continued to walk around not knowing where she was going or even cared. Maybe she should have actually been looking out where she was going. Her silver blue eyes turned into the direction of a student she seemed to have not seen. "Sorry, I didn't see you." she sighed, but it seemed the student shrugged it off. The smile never left her face, she really just didn't see negative points much, she was very much a full glass optimistic person.

But as soon as she caught her footing, she sat down in the middle of the grand staircase staring at her wand, and polishing it with the edge of her Ravenclaw robes. The girl glanced towards one of the students that ran up the stairs along side her, and she shifted so she didn't get kicked. She wasn't one to be very vocal about people running into her. The girl finally decided maybe it was time to get up and explore again. She waved her hand infront of her face, before realizing she completely stopped right into the chest of another student. She was so very clumsy which would be her downfall later in life. "Sorry.. oh hey.." she said reaching forward as she stepped away from her, pulling a bough of lint and dust from his robes. "You had dust on you." she basically glanced up with a smile. "Hi, I don't think, I've ever seen you before." she laughed in a rather cute little giggle.

[draco abraxas malfoy]

The traffic of students moving out of the Great Hall varied depending on the time of day, just like the traffic throughout the hallways and in the courtyard. For the moment though, it was a steady trickle more than a flow, of a few students meandering in, late, to dinner, or a few others leaving too early that the pupil's norms permitted. Draco was one of those people, of course, because he did enjoy returning to the common room after dinner and falling in with the court being held amongst the leather sofas near the fire. That was where he was heading now, only...

He came to a halt, rather suddenly, as in a blink of an eye there was a girl there. In front of him. Touching him.

It wasn't that Draco did not like being touched. He did like being touched, liked it a lot when the touches were soft and sweet and not out in anyway to inflict pain. Having people touch him meant they were paying attention to him and he did enjoy being in the center of attention (again, good attention only) ever so much. But strangers walking into him and then, instead of doing the social norm of flinching away, backing up a step and then turning to hurry in the other direction with a quickly mumbled apology. decidig to stand there and...brush down his clothes?

Draco frowned, and caught her wrists in both of his hands before the girl could think about touching him again. Cute little giggle or no, he did not wish to be touched by anyone right now. A friendly person later, maybe, but now? No.

"Excuse me?" he inquired, his tone a rather intrepid mix of both ice and politeness (for it was always good to be polite, the events with Hunter had shown that to him, and despite the lies he had woven around himself like a protective shield charm, he would still be nice to the fairer sex). Ice though, because he didn't do cute...or giggling. "May I enquire as to just what you are...touching me for. Do Ravenclaws all go up and stroke stranger's on the chest, or is it just you?"

[jeanne]

Jeanne wasn't always a friendly touch person, but she'd want someone to return the favor to her, especially if she had lint on her own robes. The girl had pushed the blonde hair away from her eyes, especially as she'd bumped into the boy. He was kind of cute, and a smile wrapped around her face especially as the boy moved to pull her hands away from the front of him. "Sorry." she muttered in a tone that meant, she was truelly sorry. But the girl was the type that didn't really take a common good act of flattery to stop her from being a nice person. Mean voice or no mean tone could keep her from being nice to someone, she didn't even know. Although his common question about Ravenclaws stroking people made her laugh at how he worded the situation at the moment. "You should appreciate flattery and nice deeds." she nodded her head at him. "One day, when you really want it, you'll probably never get it." she stated tilting her head to the side, and glancing back into the boys silverish eyes. She couldn't help, but kind of wonder what his world held as she stared back at him. She took moments upon moments in the day to watch people.

They always said you never knew a person until you walked a mile in their shoes, and she was the type of girl to daydream about the lives some led outside of Hogwarts. But her eyes suddenly broke from the pale face of the slytherin in front of her, as she realized the colors of his robes, but never once shuttered away from him. She was used to Slytherins and their hexes, and fights in the middle of the hallways. But she wasn't scared, no Jeanne was the type that wanted to join in the danger and fun. Even if she was very clumsy upon return. "I wasn't exactly stroking your chest, just picking off strays." she smirked once more at him, her eyes fluttered back at his, and stepped away from the boy slight more to take him in. "How come you look fimilar, you're not Lucius." she said shaking her head. She knew Lucius to well, and he bared a small resembelance to the man in Slytherin that many feared. But he seemed much warmer, then that cold evil snake. "Are you one of the new transfers?" she asked encouraging a conversation with the new person. "What's it like being a transfer? Where are you from?" she continued to inquire.

But her face moved up his robes to look at his face. "You shouldn't scowl so much, it'll give you wrinkles. As much as wrinkles make the person, I think you'd look much better without them." she stated, she wanted to reach out, and smooth the boys face. But with his hands on her wrists, she could only just stand there almost puppet like, as she smiled at him. She waited for him to find the words to speak, especially not trying to be rude. "What's it like being in Slytherin?" she asked curiously, she was deffinitely full of questions, and never got a chance to ask a random Slytherin what they thought of their house.

[draco abraxas malfoy]

Draco's attention span was usually very good. Unlike other students, for example, he was perfectly capable to stay awake during History of Magic classes and actually take notes (a task which, from his studying of others in his various classes, only the mudblood Granger had been able to likewise succeed in). So in reality (if this was reality and not some torture induced nightmare he had retreated to), his attention span, or lack of it, could not be a valid reasion why he could do nothing but stare at the girl, eyes wide and a little lost as she just...talked. Maybe it was the talking. It was, familiar, in a way.

He realised how it was familiar rather quickly. It was eerily like the manner of talking that Loony Lovegood adopted, or used, or whatever. His lip curled, pushing her away to hold her at arms length. "Good grief, girl, get a grip on yourself! Who in their right mind would take that as being flattery. Pointing out irregularities in clothing is socially unaccepted." The point was to make sure you looked good before stepping out into the public eye. People who did not ensure that deserved to be mocked behind their back.

How come you look familiar, you're not Lucius. Draco scowled. Must everyone keep stating the absolute obvious? No, he was not Lucius, but yes, he did look like him. He was well aware of that fact, people pointing it out everytime they saw him for the first time was just irritating. Very irritating. "No, I'm not. But we are related, not that it's any of your business. Who, exactly, are you?" And why are you wasting my time? But he could not say that last bit. He was, after all, finding being polite was a much better for manipulating later on, as his experimentation with the Hunter girl was showing.

"Yes, and dull," he said in a bored tone in response to her next two questions. "Can you stop blathering on? And...go away? you are most tiresome." She was and...wrinkles? His eyes narrowed into a glare, voice growing hot with anger. "I do not have wrinkles nor will I ever have. How dare you!" No. He...wrinkles? Not at this age. "And a lot better than being in Ravenclaw, I don't doubt. Is there a point to these conversations?"

[jeanne]

Jeanne was actually someone who tended to over do things a little bit. Not that she intended to do it purposally, it just seemed to happen all the time. Not that she was sorry, she was a very curious person. She liked to know people, and their backgrounds. It was just her being interested in the other person, and not 'pretending' to care like most students at Hogwarts. She was generally concerned about the populous. She blinked at him, and her little smile rocking the features. Her head lightly turned to give him a rather sideways glance for a moment. This was the second Slytherin she'd come into contact with. The first being Regulus Black. But she knew him a little better then she did this 'Draco' person.. or whatever this Slytherin's name was in front of her. But the girl was not so easy on her feet, and being almost pushed backwards would have been cause for concern with her falling over herself. But she seemed to handle it just fine. "Depends on the person, and their openness." she claimed back at his question. Alot of people would appreciate the fact that the indescrepincys in their clothes were picked out before they made a fool of themselves. Well anyway people with a heart that was.

"Socially unacceptable?" she asked not really sure where he was going with this. "So are you saying, that if your robes were on backwards. You wouldn't want someone to warn you first?" she asked cocking her head lightly to the side. She studied the boys features with her eyes, and the way his face turned up as he talked to her. But as he asked who she was, she would have offered to shake his hands, not that her arms weren't being held for ransom in his own. "I'm Jeanne Hargrove." she stated just giving him a smile. It was polite to smile, especially when you were on introduction with someone. "You are?" she counter back, making sure she knew this boys name, incase she ran into him again in a hallway. Then she'd be able to properlly give him greeting with name in hand. She fluttered those pretty blue eyes at him, as a corner of her mouth dropped as he explained things were dull. "I'm sorry to hear that.. but things could always be worse." she stated honestly. She nodded her head to show him, that he did understand in a way.

But as she was told she was tiresome, and to go away. She just kind of looked at him oddly. "I don't think that's possible." she stated the most obvious. But she just gave him a rather unmoved look as he talked about wrinkles, and how he'd never have wrinkles. "There's nothing wrong with wrinkles, they give you character." she stated nodding her head at him. But again with all this anger.. and why was he angry? Did someone piss in his pumkin juice this morning? She'd told Regulus Black the same thing about wrinkles, but she could tell that he was irritated and that got her to start worrying, she felt bad. "Maybe too, but all the houses here at Hogwarts are good, but better to the person in them." she stated once more. She was packed with useless little tidbits, maybe one day someone would find them.. well useful. "Not really, I just like knowing about the other person I'm talking too. It's only polite you know." she said with a nod of her head.

The corners of her mouth turning back up into a smile. If he would have let go of her hands, she probably would have been able to back up a little, but she could sense that he was very angry or there was something bothering him. "Your aura is really dark.. you should find something happy.. the colors would be very pretty if you were a little bit happier." she stated allowing her hand to place itself as much against his as possible. "But you've got some good in you too." she said cocking her head to the side in a rather dreamy little glance. "Cute." she said with a smile. But almost as much as she blanked out, she glanced back at him. "Where did you say you were from?" she asked curiously.

[draco abraxas malfoy]

She still wasn't leaving him alone, and the relationship between this girl and the crazy Looney Lovegood was becoming even more obvious. Not that Draco really detested the Ravenclaw girl from his own time - her nutty actions had been the butt of many of his jokes and imitations in the Slytherin common room of course, but the indifference he felt towards her overuled any hatred. Nutjobs were none of his business, and besides...she had never really done anything other than say strange things and be an easy target. That was what bullies went for, was it not? If there was a guide to how to be the most feared boy in the year though, it wouldn't be in there. No one would bother. But her actions had been amusing enough to cause for imitation. That was all.

This nutjob though was not leaving him be. She was touching him and as a result he now had to touch her, hold her wrists, to cease any future actions which may have been made along the same path. The similarities were striking though...perhaps she was the Lovegood girl's mother. It wouldn't be completely suprising, would it, seeing as both his mother and his father were his age or a few years older (not including the Cadmus character who he was completely not avoiding for as long as possible; which was something you would believe if you were a gullible prat). And Potter had both his father and his mudblood mother gathered around him. Alive, unfortunately.

"If my clothes were on backwords it would mean that I had only enough time to walk out of my dormitory without looking once in the mirror. Which never happens." Back at Hogwart's, he'd had three full length mirrors adorning the walls around his wardrobes (plural wardrobes; and his Hogwarts, not this one). Here...he was building up his collection. In fact, he had seen such a pretty, ornate mirror in Hogsmede not long before, and was already planning a trip to go and purchase such an item. Or he had been, until the full fact that he had no money in this time, had hit him. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do about that.

"I don't care," he said in response to her voicing her name, though he did run it through his memory. Jeanne Hargrove...not a name he was familiar with. Shock may have addled his brains slightly, no matter how unfortunate that was. Not as much as her brains were addled of course - that would be nigh on impossible. But in response to the you are bit...he scowled. "People should not need to inquire my name. They should know it! The fact that people here don't...uneducated, backwards filth," he muttered to himself, letting go of her wrists completely and shoving her away. "It's Draco Malfoy. Remember it." He would have added that it was going to do great things...but it wasn't. He had believed so, before his world had turned upside and his father had been confined to Azkaban, and the Dark Lord...

That was as far as Draco was willing to think. Talking to a babbling nutty girl was much more preferrable to thinking about that. "Look, would you just..stop? Please? You're giving me a headache, Hargrove, with your meaningless babble, and...what? Wrinkles don't give you character! Not when your this age, you idiot." Only stress and fear could contribute to those...and if Draco did possess any such lines on his face, he blamed those two completely.

[jeanne]

Obviously, she wasn't going to leave the boy alone, until he actually gave her, her wrists back. It wasn't like the girl was completely stupid. She might have been off just a tad bit, but she was really smart. She just showed her intellect in ways many didn't. She thought in a rather positive manner. She just new being negative wasted alot of peoples time, because no one really wanted to hear people complain. But the rather big smile she stared back at him, the boy was cute, she couldn't stop looking into his eyes. She had a thing for pretty eyes. The boy also seemed just really interesting. He wasn't the touchy feely type. But she could just read so much into him, and it made him interesting. "I would hope if you had your clothes on backwards, you didn't do it on purpose." she stated with a bit of a smirk. Although many had reasons for why clothes were inside out, or backwards. She wouldn't know if he was even that type of person, but the look of him pretty much told her the answer to that question. She was well aware of all the new people just suddenly appearing here at Hogwarts, she'd never seen them before. It was rather interesting to say the most part.

Although she stared back at him with a rather scrunched up look as he didn't want to know her name, and she shrugged it off. That was his decision. She wanted to know his. She wouldn't have been put in Ravenclaw if she wasn't smart. She wasn't booksmart like Lily Evans was, she was more smart in things she wanted to be smart in. Weird Creatures, and Sensory, being able to detect moods, and Auras. Which was why she could see there was something about Draco that seemed 'Good' in many senses of the word, and meaning. But she just shook her head at him, "That's highly uncalled for. You're new to the school, not even half of my house even know who you are, they just think you're Lucius half the time." she stated giving him a rather undaunting look. "And I'm sure the reason people don't know your name, is Because you never tell them." she retaliated back at him. At least that was one thing she knew was good. The blow and movement that made the girl fall backwards a bit, as she grabbed for something to hold her up, so she didn't completely fall on her ass was just the banister of the stairs. "Thanks." she grumbled slightly at him, he'd deffinitely give her a nice scare.

But her eyes studied him once more, as she was told his name. Draco meant Dragon. She studied different things, and she laughed quietly at his name. He was a slytherin with the name of a Dragon. Very pecular. At least they were both very scaley reptiles. "You know they have things that are good for headaches." she stated becoming concerned with the fact. "I could take you to Madame Pomfrey." she stated but then remembered, for some odd reason, she wasn't really here this year. She kind of just glanced around, maybe things were becoming more interesting in her head. Where were their teachers going? It wasn't like they were having a mass vacation in the middle of their school year. "It doesn't matter what age you are.. people can get wrinkles any time they want." she stated and nodded her head, "Along with negative thinking, do you know that it interfers with the body and producing children." she said basically was like a walking encyclopedia for things people probably never thought about sometimes. "You want children one day right?" she asked glancing back at him. "I mean as an innocent outsider." she stated glancing away for a moment. "SO." she finally sighed heavily. "Have a good day then, Draco Malfoy." she said believing that he really wanted her to go away. She gave him a bit of a wave of her hand, and decided it was better off if she started to walk away.



[[OOC:|| Horribly Sorry if this is crap, I'm having a hard time keeping my head around anything, because I'm very scattered brained, and tired at the moment lol. Tomorrow will be better]]

[draco abraxas malfoy]

"I'd rather do something that stupid on purpose rather than by accident," Draco drawled, employing his own slightly twisted sense of logic in an attempt to make his way through this without resorting to anything that might permanently disfigure. Permanently disfigure her, of course, because he knew several curses which would do such a thing and most of them were dancing along his tongue with a light tickling motion. He had to clench his jaw just to resist the urge to let one loose on the batshit crazy girl, because though crazy, he would most likely get into trouble for that. Something he was attempting to actually avoiding in this place, despite how many people didn't believe that. "Putting them on by accident and not realising means you are an incompatent fool. Putting them on on purpose means you just have a twisted sense of humour. That is better, in my opinion." And of course, to Draco Malfoy, only his opinion counted.

He almost narrowd his eyes at the that's highly uncalled for section of her next little ramble-speech, but then blinked before he could; the rest of the words catching up in a tidal wave and realisation. Someone actually seeing that from his point of view? Of course, it was not so bad, having the name of Lucius Malfoy being so obviously related to him - the power and acceptance were, though not as high as he was used to, more than enough to get him off the lowest rungs of the Slytherin power hierachy. But people asking questions led to people inquiring about his family and the tale he had spun Cissa was one he was not good at remember when the time called for it. Questions on the whole were irritating pastimes that he did not wish to deal with...people thinking of him as Draco, rather than as another Malfoy boy, asked less questions. So he just inclined his head in agreement, a little dazed that she had managed to think anything like that. "People should know my name. It's despicable that so many have to ask, or just think of me as another Malfoy. It's not right," he muttered, mostly to himself with a scowl filtering its way onto his aristocratic features.

A scowl which was replaced by a chuckle as the mirth of her little accident hit him. Making people fall and stumble through his own physical actions was quite an achievement if you considered his skinny, non-threatening figure, without the backup of muscle, and it was entertaining. Watching them flail and grab...yes, it was amusing. Highly so. And there was nothing wrong with that. "How beautifully elegant," he drawled sarcasticlly, with a cruel little grin the last remnant of his laugh, "My, you're certainly falling for me already, are you not? How utterly unwanted." Pretty...perhaps. Cute...no. Female...not here where he himself had restricted his options. Those were the rules the blonde boy were living by right now.

"I was sarcastically giving you a reason to shut up," he said, rather irritated that he had to point out the obvious, but females who babbled on in such a manner in such flighty terms were those he had come to expect as being utterly oblivious to even the most obviously scathing scorn. No wonder his attentions had been wasted on the Lovegood girl - an emotional reaction, such as anger or tears were a perfect result of a good days work. Or...only to those who irritated him. And only if it left him feeling in control...the fact that more and more he was getting quite willing to hand over control to someone else and just go and break down in a corner was rather worrying. And not something he cared to think about right now.

And now...children were the topic of the conversation. What? Draco was not sure how that had happened, going from wrinkles to children, but he was not pleased. He had never really considered whether he wanted children or not; it had always been something expected of him. To be a good little Malfoy and continuing the next generation of Malfoy and Black blood, carry on the bloodline, produce an heir...Most recently that had not been something he'd found time to consider at all, what with the war and the dark lord and...everything. And now...well, now he didn't have to, did he? Not right now, not at the moment...overlapping time paths would do nothing for the future of the Malfoy line. Besides, his lie did not really help matters. "I don't think children are going to be much of an issue seeing as I am pretty sure males can't accidentally conceive," he said with another touch of sarcasm.

And if she was turning out to be like Hunter, who went all stumbly and blushy and lovely around him, then her reaction to that little statement would certainly be entertaining.

[jeanne]

Jeanne just smiled at his comment. "Sometimes, it can't be helped." she shrugged her shoulders. Oh man the people in Hogwarts could be udderly ridiculous sometimes, it was only funny to find them running down with robes inside out, or whatever. But you had to do whatever, to escape the prefects, and not get detention. Or else a student was completely out of his mind. Jeanne was hoping she would never end up as stupid as them. She nodded at his comment back, not really knowing something better to comment back to that with. But there were people alot crazier then her. She was starting to believe that maybe it was just his way of thinking. But then she started wondering would people actually leave with their clothing on the wrong way on purpose.. what would be the point of that..then you became a subject to someone elses jokes. That wasn't fun at all. Jeanne had been a joke to a few people mostly disrespecting Slytherin females. She never had many problems with the slytherin male populi, but supposedly most slytherin's found her a threat. That she would never understand why. She cared not dabble in the dribble considered female drama, and stuck mainly to her small group of friends or herself. Just lately, she felt more prone to approaching people that were quite different then herself.

You couldn't undermined the girls curiousity, she liked meeting new people. But she gently let her face come together as if actually interested in the things he was muttering to himself. She felt a little concerned that he felt like he was hidden beneath the other malfoy in this school. "If you want people to know you, you need to make your prescence known." she stated looking at him. "Lucius is one of the most known Slytherins in the school, his father has money, and he's very mean." She stated scrunching up her nose as she thought about the boy in Slytherin. Her face seemed to for once turn up in disgust at the thought of that Slytherin boy. "He gives purebloods a bad name." she stated shaking her head. "He thinks just because he has money, and nice things.. he should be king of the school." she crossed her arms at the boy. "If you want to be king of the school. Do something that'll get you known, not just be the snake that you're being trained to be." she arched her brow. "Make a name for yourself, and don't do it out of something absolutely stupid." she scoffed lightly. Jeanne didn't get off on the fact Slytherin's used their blood status as to be higher or mightier then the other students. "I'm a pureblood, but I don't act like that." she snorted quietly. She was known for being different, she was pretty and nutty a very deadly combination. But she was the type that did very unconventional things, and she had a hint of adventure in her body. She tended to be out of the norm, as they might have called her. Sneaking around at night, and spending a majority of her time experimenting with different things.

"You make yourself you, by doing something that doesn't define you by something someone else does." she stated nodding her head at him, "If you wanna be known, then demand the attention in a way, where people will know who you are." she told him as if she was giving him some bit of crazy life advice, he'd probably never even take to heart. Most slytherin's would laugh, scoff, and say that money, and power came with their blood line or family relationships, and it should be determined by that. But Jeanne had a very powerful Family too, they didn't ruin someone to make themselves better. But she scowled at the boy for pushing her. "That was highly uncalled for." she rolled her eyes as he'd told her that was beautifully elegant. She was clumsy, but some witches or wizards were. She could walk in muggle high heels, and not feel a damned thing, but when it came to walking on her own two feet, she was a hot mess, falling all over herself. "Mister Malfoy, I do believe you're a slytherin still talking to me, perhaps you're falling for me." she countered his comment. A rather playful yet sarcastic smirk erupted over her features as she glanced back at him proudly. Any normal slytherin would have walked away already.

Jeanne was not the type to start crying at the drop of a hat. She was the very opposite. She cried when she was hurt, she cried when things she believed in failed. But when it came to holding her own, she wasn't the type to be pushed around to much. But Jeanne thought she was smart, and obviously the sorting hat did too, or she would have been put in hufflepuff for her simple lack of grace, and integrity. She could be a bit of a daredevil with the right people, and a bit naive to fall for alot of things, and get used for some bad things. But it didn't inturn make her a horrible person. Although she tilted her head at his comment back, "I'm sorry, but many male creatures can concieve." she countered his statement. "Not many male humans, but males of animal spieces can concieve while a female can not." she glanced back at him for a moment. For being a Slytherin you figured most of them were smart, but she was proving other wise. She played with the gold charm bracelet with a couple random galleons hanging from it. She shrugged her shoulders at him, "I'd think you being a Malfoy would have your nose burried in some sort of book." she allowed her arms to cross. She was going to walk away from him, but the concieving comment struck her, she had to put in her twocents. She tossed the long blond hair over her shoulder, and those blue eyes sparkled almost instantly "Where are your friends Malfoy? You figured, they'd come to pull you away, especially seeing you talking to someone whose not a Slytherin." she chirped in her rather girly little voice.

[draco abraxas malfoy]

Perhaps he should just...give up on trying to understand every single word she was saying. Draco could not be bothered anymore, not when it seemed so fuitless and utterly boring. The complete ramble of words were just nonsense by this point, despite the fact the he was rather suprised how she simply said one rather plain sentence. It can't be helped. "For people where it can't be helped, it means they are fools. Especially if such an accident happens more than once. That is plain stupid." Though...he made accidents more than once. Such as challenging Potter. But that didn't count because he would beat the other boy eventually. At something.

He felt like scowling at her, like saying how idiotic her words sounded to him...but then he realised that in a vague sort of way they didn't. They actually made a certain amount of sense which to him just made him feel like he seriously had lost hold on reality completely. Why else would Draco Malfoy find sense in the ramblings of a nutjob? Even his Aunt Bellatrix rarely made sense to him. But this one...she insulted his father, he was aware of that, and instantly that made Draco just want to curse her, hex her, strike her down for even daring to let an insult about his precious family pass through her lips. Only he could't because...well, at this age Lucius Malfoy was a bit of a bastard. He'd be an idiot not to remember that. "I should hurt you for saying that about my fa...about my cousin," Another reason why he wouldn't - another slip of the tongue may happen. And this one might not be able to be saved...he could not allow that.

Draco stepped back slightly, throwing her another considering glance. "And how would, in your opinion, someone go about doing such a thing as to make themself completely different?" A simply theory based question...but it was interesting. He wasn't entirely sure whether that was a good thing though, because as much as he wanted power, he did not want to be cast aside by Narcissa. He would not allow that to happen. And...well, she wasn't a proper pureblood. Not one who followed the traditions that the pureblood families should, the traditions that muggle intervention were slowly crushing out. On principle he hated her just for that, of course. "And...examples would be more interesting to listen to, Jeanne," he said with a smile and the purposeful use of her name, "Just to flesh this idea out."

And..He pulled a face at that very idea. Males concieving. Well, no, of course he knew that it was possible - the magic had allowed very, very few wizards to fall pregnant and give birth in history, but still. He had hoped never to have an image of himself as a whaled balloon in his mind. He was hating her again for that. "I did not need to know that. Thank you so much for the unwelcome details, even if you meant them in a completely different way. Book? When did you start referring Malfoy's to books? And my friends are most likely sniggering at me and enjoying as I pull you along on this little banter, waiting for the moment when I hex you into the next decade" I wish it were that easy..., "Either that...or they have gotten bored. Shows how utterly interesting you are, does it not?"

[jeanne]

Jeanne blinked at the boy, it seemed many of her facial expressions seemed rather dazed or daydreamish as she stared at him. "Some witches or wizards or muggles for that matter don't have common sense to begin with, many do it well.." she hesitated looking for the right word to be frank with him. "not thinking really.. or in a hurry?" she questioned curiously tilting her head to the side. She allowed her eyes to flutter at the facial expressions crossing his face. She was certain for being a Malfoy she would have gotten hexed for even dropping the name of a Slytherin pureblood with such distaste. But Jeanne wasn't like most wizards, she wasn't going to pull her wand when they threatened her. Many were all talk, and no wand movement. Although his mistake in words didn't seem to phase her much, just a raise of a fine brow caused her to glance at him for a moment. The girl could draw on and on about different things he could do to be different. But he wanted examples only the small minded wanted to get right down to the point, and mind the endless babble from this girl.

She allowed her gaze to almost follow past him, as if she was deep in thought about the movement of a portrait or two. "Being different, being you. Not following everyone else." she stated finally drawing those blue eyes to stare right back at him. "Demand respect. Dumbledore is well known everywhere, but for what exactly?" she asked fiddling with a strand of blonde hair as she questioned him. She knew Dumbledore was one of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world. But he used his powers to give him attention. He was the headmaster of a school, he was pushing for minister of magic, as speculation had occured to her. He was different and kind to all wizards, witches, and well accustomed to trying to make sure those Muggleborns who had magical powers be treated like they belonged. Although Jeanne wasn't certain about most Slytherin Purebloods. All of them came from money, and all acted like Money, and bloodlinages were who you were. They acted out, who they were related too, what their family did for a living, and how well known you are. She seemed to be really deep in thought, and it seemed the wand that was hanging only out of her robes pocket, now became bait for her hands as she placed the tip of the wand against her lip deeper in thought.

"To be you means to push passed what you were taught by your family, push your paths. If someone were to see you as Draco. They should look the past that you're related to Lucius. Don't be like him, or copycat him. Be different." she nodded at him. "If he wears green, because all slytherins wear green. Wear purple." she stated fluttering her eyes at him. In her own terms, she understood what she was talking about. Going on the edge of the river and forging your own path. She shrugged her shoulders at him. "All other wizards who have done great things, have done things no one else has." she tilted her head at him for a second, that's all she could really mention to him. Nickolas Flemmel made a stone that could keep it's protector alive for all of eternity, small things made you known. "Well it's only true." she smiled a tad bit, as he mentioned not wanting to hear about her males concieving. She shrugged it off for a second, she was clearly making conversation with the little bit he was giving her. "It seems Lucius is always reading some sort of book." she stated glancing back at the boy for a moment. She could never clearly make out a title of it, but it was almost there.

Talk of hexing always made her realize that Slytherin's were not as smart witted, they couldn't come up with quick words to start a rather heated and philosphical debate with words, and knowledge. They used hexes and curses, did it mean they were truelly to lazy to learn anything, they used whatever was a low ball shot to get them where they needed to go. "Do you always care what others think?" she questioned quietly. But he mentioned she wasn't interesting in a way. "I don't really care what others think of me, what I think of myself is what really matters." she gave him a smile. She knew people thought she was off. But then again, she could say the same thing for many people, but found it more polite to find out why, then to assume or judge. "Are you going to Hogsmeade on the next trip?" she asked realizing, she actually held more then a two second conversation with a Slytherin student, and he seemed more then interested in keeping it going.

[draco abraxas malfoy]

"Both," Draco said haughtily, "If you don't do a simple thing such as thinking, or plan your time, then you deserve it just as much." He had learnt that when he was younger due to the simple fact that he had never been a morning person. Now, usually, he woke up a good few hours before anyone else did so he had time to get ready and appear presentable. Stylishly presentable, rather than just adorably presentable, like his mother had cooed to him once when he'd woken late and come down for breakfast with his hair in disarray. That was not the right look for school, even if the layabouts in this whorehouse of a Hogwarts did not understand that simple idea. But alas, a school which let anyold filth in could not be expected to hold up a reputation of producing smart looking young witches and wizards, let alone intelligent ones. How often had he wished that his mother had allowed him to be sent to Durmstrung?

He couldn't help but wonder whether this would have happened had he been sent there instead. The switching of the laws of reality, he meant. More likely, the hated tattoo (and ugly and garish and utterly disgusting to even consider blemishing his pure skin) would have been branded too him years ago, but oh well. He was getting off track.

"Dumbledore is a muggle loving fool," he said with a sneer. He certainly agreed with those words that his father said much more often than once, "If you are suggesting that I be like him, I will hex your tongue to the roof of your mouth and hand up upside down from the chandelier in here, is that understood?" Worded threats were not nearly as impressive as actual examples, but unlike his father, Crabbe, Goyle, and other Slytherins, Draco had managed to perfect the art of that until it was almost worse than having the actual act done. Not that this one would be able to recognise that, of course. Nutjobs and fools were not people that Draco volunteered to deal with in order to test whether his usual means still worked on them; they simply were not worth the effort. This one was still blatherin on about things which were impossible...though he did pale slightly as she spoke of Lucius.

Of course, he had said the other boy was his cousin, but the way she was speaking of it was...well, like describing how a boy will take on the attributes of his father. And though Lucius was his father, that would not happen for a good while yet and could not be mentioned now in fear of the world imploding. How he hoped that she was not thinking of that at all. And...purple? His lip curled. "Purple? That is almost as garish as red and gold, and certainly does not suit my complexion. I would not allow myself to wear such a hideous thing. Dark purple, very dark...perhaps." Although he was also all too aware of how dark colours did make him look rather like a vampire...either that or extremely sickly.

"Well, I read when I feel the need to," Or when he had to study. Draco had been studying as soon as he had actually started playing as a child, of course, like any other well respected pure blood heir. Especially in regards to potions and arithmancy. He rather liked the ingredients...and numbers. But that was fairly geekish, to use a plebian turn, and so it was not something he usually brought up. Concentrating on his excellent flying skills gathered him far much more welcomed attention. Except when Potter was involved, of course.

"The opinions of others are what reputations are based around," he quoted, then smirked at her, "But I would not expect someone as common as you to understand that. It's a snake thing." He raised an eyebrow, still smirking, and then just paused. "Hogsmeded?" he repeated blankly before realising just how unintelligent such an action was, and proceding to frown at the girl instead. "Perhaps. I require a new wardrobe...items for a wardrobe. But for that I would require money...so no, probably not." Damn Gringotts. Stupid goblins, not letting him have any money at all.