"I'm Wicked"

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The halls of hogwarts were much darker and larger when traveling them alone at night.

She was so worried she might get lost, she didn't even notice that she was coming right up upon the great hall. She walked right past it at first, and then noticed the soft glow of the floating candles. She stopped, backed up, and stood in the door way, waiting for this Draco Malfoy who she only knew as they boy she sat next to in charms earlier that day.

The one who had called her asparagus when her arms turned green. Although the look he gave her when her heritage was revealed showed that he regretted his quips. It made her sick, the thought of using her heritage to strike fear into people.

She was torn from her thoughts when someone around her cleared their throat. She turned and standing on the other side of the door way was Draco Malfoy. "You're late." Emeralds retorted. "You're early." He replied. "I supposed it would take you much longer to find your way back here." "Well you thought wrong." Emerald replied. Draco sniffed at her witty reply.

"Are you really the child of the Wicked Witch?" "I am the child of Dorothy Gale, slayer of wicked witches." "That's not what I heard." Draco replied.

"I heard that you were the descendant of Elphaba Thropp, one of the most renowned witches in history." Emerald was quiet and Draco began to walk, waiting for Emerald to follow him.

"Why is it so important if I am? What difference does it make? I'm still a person." "A person with remarkable potential." "I wish people would stop saying that." "Oh I'm sorry were you not there in charms today when you eradicate a bucket of water with no wand, just your hands and sheer magic?" Draco snapped at her and they stopped walking so that Emerald could glare up at him.

"What in the name of Oz is your obsession with me?" He was silent for a moment. "My father knew your grandmother." "Everyone keeps saying they knew my family which is funny because none of them every mentioned any of you."

"Well..." He began slowly, "My father knew of her. He idolized her before the Dark Lord came along." "the who?" "The dark lord?" Draco raised a brow. They had begun to walk again and his voice had dripped down to a whisper.

"He is the most powerful wizard to every live." "More powerful than Elphaba?" "I didn't say that." Draco said. "Don't put words in my mouth." He added with a sneer. "But he wants to purify the wizard race." "What does that mean." "It means no more filthy mudbloods dirting up the wizard world." "Mudbloods? You mean halfbood wizards?" "Precisely." Draco nodded.

"What's the matter with halfboods?" "they aren't pure." "And you say that The Wicked Witch of the West was pure?" He was quiet. "Well? You said your father idolized her, didn't you? Do you think she was a pure witch." He was still quiet.

"What about Dorothy? My mother was a farm girl until her trip to Oz where Glinda blessed her with the gift of magic. My mother was a muggle. So what does that make me?" Her voice rose and the tip of her nose turned green with anger.

Draco chuckled at her.

"Well it seems the artichoke is steamed." there was a fierce pop of skin and Draco raised his hand to his cheek where Emerald had slapped him.

"Enough with the jokes. Leave me alone." "you hit me!" he seethed and snatched her wrist. "Don't you ever touch me like that again, do you understand?" He hissed in her face. "Why?" Emerald asked, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "What are you going to do about it?" she continued and Draco's confidence fell.

"I could turn you into a toad. Or worse. You saw what I did to that bucket of water. Oh I wonder what I could do to you that could really make your skin crawl." He let her wrist go. "I am the heir of Wicked Witch of the West, aren't I?" He stepped back. "You're insane." Draco mumbled.

"I'm wicked."

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"You really said that to him?"

Harry asked over breakfast. Emerald nodded, a tinge of guilt tugged at her heart. Hadn't she just felt disgusted by using her heritage to strike fear into the hearts of others? And what had she done? Exactly that.

Well, not entirely. Draco deserved it. He was egotistical and rude. He was ambitious and proud. He was dangerously curious and cunning.

Much like she was slowly finding herself to be. Shame rose over her.

"I wish I hadn't." "why?" Ron asked, nearly choking on his toast. "Malfoy deserves it. He's as proud and evil as they come. If anyone deserves a good bone rattling threat around here it's him." "Besides... now that he's working for Voldemort I'm sure he'll be dishing out threats of his own soon." "Harry!" Hermione scolded him with a sour look.

"We don't know for certain that he's working for anyone let alone you know who." "What are you talking about?" Emerald asked. Hermione sighed. "Harry has been under the impression that Draco Malfoy is a death eater." "A death eater?" "Yes." Harry replied. "Death eaters killed my mother." Hermione shot her a glance.

"What?" She asked. "Death eaters killed Dorothy Gale?" Emerald nodded. "Why else do you think I'm here?" "well yes, I know you're here because death eaters attacked your school but I didn't know they killed your mother." She replied. Emerald seemed distant as she remembered Dorothy in her final moments.

"She gave me the enchanted shoes and told me to use them to escape." Emerald began explaining. "I clicked my heals together three times and whispered 'there's no place like safety' and the next thing I knew I was in Dumbledore's office meeting you three."

"Astounding." Hermione noted. "The shoes knew to bring you here. They knew Hogwarts would be the safest place for you." "Hermione shoes don't think" Ron muttered. "Not normal shoes, no. But enchanted ones do."