A Slytherins Honor Disclaimer: JK Rowlings and her agents/publishers own the rights to Harry Potter.

I own nothing (except the plot), nor I am making any money off this story which is written only for fun. ~Lastly this story is set before the Half-Blood Prince, please keep that in mind~ -Chapter 1Severus Snape moodily looked at his drink. Pumpkin Juice. A scowl creased his face as his thoughts wandered to the Great Hall where most of the students were probably eating dinner. Here he was in his dark classroom office because he was waiting to be summoned by his contact. At times, this war seemed futile. The blind idiocy of the Minister of Magic last year proved it. How can the good side win, when majority of the magical population denied the threat? It wasnt as bad as before. But in a way even more so. The Ministry let Lucius Malfoy and the others escape. And with a wearied sigh that brought him to another sore point in his life, Draco Malfoy. The boy was smart, but in the past year, the boys naivety and childishness had rankled him. Especially after that whole incident with the DADA teacher. But the boy was fatherless (literally speaking of course) and Narcissa Malfoy was under scrutiny of the Ministry. Yes, that is what he wanted, to be a godfather of a childish boy who sought revenge, Snape thought sourly. With a frown, he wondered what he could do. Draco Malfoy had talent and great power, if he knew how to properly to wield it. However, that depended on who got to him first and if the boy would ever mature. And at this rate, Draco Malfoy will be in Voldemorts inner circle by the time he graduated. Then his thoughts wandered to his other godson, Blaise Zabini. The eldest child of his close cousin Alessandra Zabini, Blaise was different from Draco. While Draco was impulsive and childish, he was careful and cunning. It was almost amusing to see more Slytherin characteristics in Blaise than in Draco, who was considered the poster child of all Slytherins. The Zabinis had sided with Dumbledore last time Voldemort rose, though it was a secret to the wizarding world. A group of Deatheaters had killed Blaises father Lorenzo for not joining them. And perhaps that is why Alessandra has avoided joining sides this time around. Let Blaise decide, she had said. Snape scowled at the thought. Next year Blaise would inherit the Zabini fortune, at the age of seventeen. And most likely will be in danger. As will the rest of his family. Scowling darker at the offending drink, the Potion Master of Hogwarts stood up wearily. His contact was late. ~*~ Brushing her brown hair, Hermione Granger hid a grin as she listened to Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil gossip. Even with the fear of attacks anytime soon, those two wont stop gossiping. Pulling her hair in a bun, Hermione picked up her books and headed out to the library. The halls were empty and quiet and she enjoyed the brief respite. Giving a slight nod to Madame Pince, she walked over to her favorite table and soon lost herself in her homework, all due in three weeks.

Dark blue eyes covertly glanced at Hermione Granger thoughtfully. Somewhat hidden by the bookshelves in the back of the library, Blaise Zabini mused about the petite Gryffindor. While he may have been third to Malfoys second academically when they first started Hogwarts, since third year he came in second. Second to the girl that he was musing about. Setting aside his gray wire-framed reading glasses, he leaned forward on his elbows loosely resting on the table. A half-finished Charms essay (due next week, of course) lay to the left of him, while his textbooks were scattered across the table rather haphazardly. Hermione Granger, which everyone assumed to be just a know-it-all bookworm and considered the brains behind the Golden Trio and their exploits, intrigued him. I wonder if there is more to her than meets the eye, he wondered, his eyes narrowing. Ever since accidentally running into her in the beginning of the semester, he found himself watching her in the library. Isnt it odd to be interested in a girl who was in the limelight due to her friendship with Potter, when he himself avoided attention at all costs? Is it because of all the classes we have together, he mused fleetingly. For some strange coincidence, Blaise had most of his advance classes with the girl along with the usual ones that Slytherin shared with Gryffindor. Glancing back down to the side at his Charms essay, Blaise pushed Hermione Granger out of his mind as he returned to his parchment. ~*~ Several hours later, a loud argument outside the library infiltrated and with a sigh she realized who it was. Putting her quill aside, Hermione quickly stood and rushed out the door. Ron Weasley was being held back by Harry Potter. Draco Malfoy sported a bruised eye and Ron had a bloody nose. What? Scared I can take you down? taunted Malfoy, his face twisted in an ugly sneer. Harry had managed to get Hermione to restrain Ron and with a quiet glare, I think I helped put away your father Malfoy. You cant be harder than him. For a moment, the halls grew silent and with a snarl, forgetting his wand, Malfoy launched himself onto Harry. But before either one of them could land a punch, Madam Pince came rushing out of the library. What is going on here? she demanded. Nothing, Harry muttered as she glared. Thirty points from both of you starting the fight, and then glancing at Ron, You better take him to the infirmary. As she turned away, Malfoy gave the trio a glare, You better watch your step Potter. Or else youll be dead as Sirius Black. Both Ron and Hermione grabbed Harry just in case he would lunge at Malfoy for commenting on his godfather.

But Harry didnt move. His eyes were averted to the professor standing behind Malfoy. It seems you havent learned your lesson Mr. Malfoy. Another thirty points from Slytherin for speaking ill of the dead! Professor McGonagall said furiously. Malfoy glared at her before turning away, with his so-called bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, and walked away. Are you ok Potter? Professor McGonagall looked over at Harry with concern. Well, Hermione thought, every time someone mentions Sirius, we all worry about Harrys reaction. Harry gave a half-hearted smile, Yeah Im fine. Not really believing him, Professor McGonagall nodded at them before leaving, You better take Mr. Weasley to see Madama Pomfrey. The blood doesnt seem to be letting up.