Hierarchy of Need [REWRITTEN]

Chapter Three

The boy to his right held out his hand. He had amber brown hair that was significantly messier than the others, and his eyes were a pale green. "Elio Rosier." Delilah shook his hand as well and stared at him just a bit too long. Green eyes, green... Harry.

Her head lurched forward almost imperceptibly at the thought of him, feeling like she was about to puke again but covered it up with a light cough.

Next was a boy with muddy brown hair, his skin was tanned with sharp features and freckles dusted over the bridge of his nose. He held a light smile, "Cain Avery."

The platinum blond Malfoy turned his gaze on her and smiled charmingly, it was crooked and endearing. "Abraxas Malfoy." Her heart was beating rapidly and she was sure they'd be able to hear it. She wondered if Abraxas had any of the same mannerisms as Draco - more specifically if he was a dick.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." The food appeared on the table and she feigned surprise. "Oh how lovely!" She laughed lightly and her eyes seemed to wander towards Elio. It was quite unfair that all of Tom's friends were attractive.

He returned her smile and leaned forward on his elbows. "If you think that's something, look up." She let her eyes wander upwards and a genuine smile reached her lips. A vague image of her being eleven and gaping at the star covered ceiling showing itself.

"It's beautiful."

"Miss Pontmercy-"

She laughed and shook her head at Tom. "Call me Delilah, please. Miss Pontmercy is too formal."

"Of course. Well, Delilah, do you know what classes you'll be taking up?" She told them what her curriculum was and Cain raised his brows at her. "Well you're certainly a smart one, you're seriously taking advanced arithmancy and alchemy?" He shook his head in disbelief as he bit into a roll of bread.

"My brain hurts just thinking about it." He said through a mouth full and Pyrrhus hit him upside the head. "You have no manners, I swear." He muttered and Delilah smiled in amusement before it slipped off her face. Why did she feel guilty?

"What school did you go to before? Or are you home-schooled? I heard people were doing that now because of Grindelwald." Abraxas asked.

Before she could open her mouth, Tom answered for her. "Delilah went to Beauxbatons, believe it or not."

They scoffed and turned towards Delilah in amazement.

"That school is beautiful, especially the ladies." Pyrrhus commented and Tom shot him a look. "Manners, gentlemen." Pyrrhus shrugged and winked at her, picturing the blue uniforms the boys and girls there wore.

Elio rolled his eyes and smiled at Delilah with a bit of a challenge behind his smirk. "Parlez-vous vraiment français, mon cher?"

She blushed slightly as she filled her plate. "Oui. Est-ce que tout le monde parle français ici?" First Tom spoke to her in French and now Elio?

"N'excluons pas l'autre moitié du groupe, l'anglais s'il vous plaît." Tom mused and only then did Delilah notice the confused looks she was getting from Cain.

"Sorry." She said with an awkward cough.

"Oh, no. Please keep going. When Rosier speaks French it's annoying but it's sounds like heaven coming from your lips, love." Pyrrhus grinned at her and Delilah was sure she was beat red in the cheeks.

"Merlin." Elio chuckled and shook his head as he smacked his friend on the arm lightly.

"What? A little flirting never hurt anyone." The raven haired boy shrugged and Delilah decided to just quietly eat her food. However, Dippet called attention and she froze with her spoon halfway to her mouth.

"May I have your attention!" He called, his voice boomed and she could only assume he charmed his vocal chords. "I would like to welcome a new edition to Hogwarts, Miss Delilah Pontmercy. A transfer from Beauxbatons and a seventh year Slytherin!" He gestured for Delilah to stand up and she shook her head.

She spotted Dumbledore smiling at her in amusement from the staff table and she mentally cursed him. Delilah attempted to duck down, but Pyrrhus gripped her elbows. "No, stop it!" She whispered and he smiled at her mischievously.

He stood up and practically dragged her into a standing position.

"She's a little shy." He called out, voice bouncing around the great hall.

She'd known him all but five minutes and felt like punching him.

Delilah smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hello." She was slightly surprised by the reaction she was getting. On one half, most were just curious or indifferent. A good majority of the Gryffindor table had suspicion behind their eyes. She resisted the urge to flip them off, but settled for rushing to sit back down and she elbowed Pyrrhus.

"That was embarrassing," She bit and glared at the amusement radiating off of him.

"Now, I expect all of you to give her a warm welcome! And if she or any student needs help, I expect each and everyone of you to give it." With that, Dippet nodded and returned to the staff table.

Delilah flushed at all the glances she was getting and sunk lower into her seat. "He has a flare for the dramatic, I'm afraid." Tom said as cut into his apple but paused as he watched Delilah bite into hers. Her left cheek pushed out as she chewed and she raised a brow at him before it dawned on her, he probably thought she looked like a hamster.

She swallowed and set her apple down.

The others were wrapped up in their own conversation.

"Tom, would it be too much trouble for you to show me where my classes are tomorrow?" He shook his head although he'd prefer to just have Elio or Abraxas do it. She seemed rather taken with those two. As Head Boy he had a reputation to uphold, however.

"Of course, I believe we have Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts together tomorrow."