Demigods at Hogwarts

Chapter 5

I do not own Percy Jackson and Harry Potter. The wonderful authors Rick Riordan and J.K. Rowling do.

What the Sorting Hat says in people's minds will be underlined. As always, please enjoy the chapter!

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Draco's POV

Where are they? I've been searching for scar face, ginger, and bushy hair for ages now. I looked through the window of a promising compartment when I saw them. But... they weren't alone. The trio were talking and laughing to nine other people. And, Merlin's beard, one of them was seriously hot.

She had blonde hair like a princesses', tan skin, and she looked very athletic. The girl turned around to look at me and found myself staring at her steely gray eyes. I realized I was standing like an idiot, open-mouthed and with one hand on the compartment door. I quickly shrugged the feeling off and opened the door.

Before I could say a word, scar face spat "Go away, Malfoy." The inconsiderate toad. I was in love, and soon enough my princess would be too.

"Well, I was going to have a little chat with you, scar face, but not anymore. I'v had a change of priorities." I grabbed the arm of my beloved and started toward the door, but she didn't follow me. "Come on. You deserve better than Potter and his friends."

She suddenly got a fierce look in her eyes as she stood up. I thought she was going to kiss me, (or hoping anyway) but instead she just stated, "'Potter's friends' are my friends. Also, I have a boyfriend." Then she sat back down and the guy next to her put an arm protectively around her. The guy looked just like Harry, except his eyes were a little more blue than Harry's and he looked stronger.

"Not much, is he." I was totally bluffing, because the guy looked like he could tear me to shreds. Harry's look alike got up and I backed away. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"No, I'm not going to do anything. She is, though." The guy had a total poker face as he pointed to my princess. 

"What, you? Girls can't fight." All the other kids that I didn't know were acting like I had just said Christmas was in July.

Ron spoke next. "So it didn't hurt when Hermione punched you in the face during our third year?" Shit, I had forgotten about that. 

"Well..." I tried to think of a comeback, but failed. "Well you must have used some kind of magic"
Before I could get out another word, I felt a jolt of pain coming from my groin. My princess have kneed me there. The force if the blow made me yelp in shock and stumble a few paces back. Although I never would admit it out loud, I almost passed out from the pain. Neither Crab nor Goyle could have done better.

"My father will here about this!" I yelled as I stumbled out of the compartment and broke into a run. Then, as an after thought I added "And you will be mine one day, princess!" 

"My name is Annabeth!" She called after me.

By this time, people were emerging from their compartments to see what all the shouting was about. Most of them were mudbloods, bloodtraitors, or Gryffindors so they started clapping. That was my cue to leave.

Harry's POV

I was starting to like the exchange students more. Maybe Percy just liked to draw on his arm. The black beginnings of what I had previously thought was a dark mark could have been anything. Still, the way he had pulled his sleeve up after he saw me looking was a little suspicious. Then again, the Malfoys were like the ultimate death eater family. Instead of kneeing him, Annabeth and the others would have bowed if they were actual death eaters.