PART 5!

hellz yeah... just finished Part 5. it's going to leave you stranded until I finish the sixth part. so in the meantime:
ENJOY!

Draco woke up. It’s that simple.

After the Feast in the Great Hall, he went to the dorm, and thought about the summer time. He also thought about his past relationships, and how they didn’t compare to his latest. Sure, his old relationship with Lucy, back in fifth year, was all right, but what they both wanted was to explore each other. And now Lucy wanted that exploration back. Then his two-month relationship with Liz, which was, again, all right. In that one, they got along great. They made the cute couple. But when no one was paying attention, they’d sneak off into a room, and either snog, or argue.

But, God, his relationship with Michelle. He would never forget her. It was a steamy, yet romantic relationship. Something Draco had never had. When he would be around her, he changed. He didn’t know how or why, he just did. Now, she was gone, off to Australia. She said she had to go there because her parents wanted a better education for her. Draco didn’t believe that. He fell asleep thinking about Michelle.

And now, he woke up. He woke up to an odd knocking on his door. It was like a pattern. Knock-knock-tap-knock-knock-tap-tap. Then it would start all over again. He only knew one person who knew that knock, and that was Liz. “What does she want now?” he mumbled. “It’s not even time for breakfast!” He got out of bed, and got dressed in his Slytherin robes. He didn’t even comb his hair, and he never used to. The knocking continued. He glanced at Blaise, Kevin, and Flint still asleep. He hoped they wouldn’t wake up.

“I’m coming!” he said loudly. He rubbed his eyes, and went to open the door.

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“Wake up! Michelle! Wake up!” Stephanie said. Liz was standing behind her, Pat next to Liz, and Debbie was watching sleepily from her bed. “She sleeps like the dead, this one!” Stephanie whispered harshly.

“I can take care of that.” Liz said.

“Liz!” Stephanie cried, knowing what she was going to do. Liz walked into the bathroom, and filled up a cup of cold water. She walked back out to where Stephanie and the rest were. “Liz! No way are y-” Stephanie said a little too late.

Liz flung the water at Michelle. She woke up suddenly, sputtering, and cursing. She wiped the water from her eyes, and cussed a little more.

“God dammit! Who did that?”

No one answered.

“Well, who ever it was, they better give a good explanation as to why they interrupted my sleep!” Michelle said threateningly.

“We have a surprise for you Michelle!” Debbie said excitedly. “C’mon, let’s get you dried, and dressed.”

“What for? It’s like seven in the morning! Give me another hour…” Michelle fell back on her pillow.

“Stephanie, go get another cup of water.” Liz said.

“I’m awake. I’m awake.” Michelle popped up suddenly.

“Get dressed and dried, Sleeping Princess.” Liz demanded. Michelle, fearing another water bath, did as was told. She went into the bathroom, and dried her black hair, and made it wavy, then tied it into a half-ponytail. She dressed in her Slytherin robes, and did her makeup. She added green eye shadow to give Slytherin some spirit. Half an hour later, she walked out of the bathroom door, and found her friends asleep on their beds.

“Since you lazy asses are sleeping, I might as well go to sleep to.” Michelle said loudly, and everyone sat up. Well, everyone but Debbie. Liz walked over to her and smacked her lightly on the head.

“Wake up Deb!” she said. Debbie woke up slowly, and got out of bed. “It’s time to go girls. Michelle, stay behind me, and with Stephanie. All right?”
“Uh… sure…” Michelle partly agreed, and was pulled to the back by Stephanie.

“Let’s go then.” and every girl started to march out the door. They marched along the dormitory corridor, and found their way to the boys corridor.

“Where are we going Stephanie?” Michelle asked curiously.

“You’ll see. Here, let me comb down your bangs.” Stephanie said, and whipped out a comb and started to tease Michelle’s bangs to one side. Michelle literally couldn’t see, because there was a comb in her face, and was guided along by Stephanie.

“We’re here. Let me knock first.” Michelle heard Liz say. Stephanie and Michelle had stopped in the hall, and all Michelle could hear was talking, she couldn’t see anything.

“I’m coming!” the voice said through the door. Michelle heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

“Hey. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Oh yeah? What?” the boy said roughly.

“Yeah.” Liz said, with a smirk Michelle couldn’t see. Liz grabbed Michelle’s hand, and pulled her forward. Michelle was met with an incredible sight. She stood there, speechless, and the boy did the same thing. She was face to face with…

PART 4! WOOT! (>.<) so yea. just finished. here it is:

Draco, Blaise, and Kevin walked into the Great Hall with a natural sort of grace. Draco noticed that the Gryffindors were staring at him. They usually did. He glared at them, with that natural smirk across his face. He knew exactly where to sit at the Slytherin table. As they reached the table, Draco noticed that it was taken up. And he knew exactly by who.

“Hello Draco!” Lucy Harrison said excitedly. Draco smiled weakly.

“Hi Lucy.” Kevin said, Blaise nodded.

“Oh, hello boys. You three can sit here, next to us.” Lucy motioned to Pansy Parkinson, and Millicent Bulstrode. They smiled, and scooted over so the three guys could sit down. “But, Draco, you have to sit here.” Lucy said strictly. She pulled on his arm so hard, that he had no choice but to sit. “There you go.” she stated as McGonagall stood to give the Beginning of Term speech.

“Good Evening! Welcome to Hogwarts for those that have never been here, and welcome back to the old pros.” she declared, trying too hard to be Dumbledore. “We enter very troubling times this year. With our old Headmaster gone,” at this, Draco swore that McGonagall stared at him, “we all should try our best to keep the Hogwarts spirit alive. First of course, is the Sorting. Professor Flitwick if you please.” A tiny little man was walking behind a floating stool, which had a hat set upon it. He floated it up to the stairs where a group of first years stood, huddled against each other, looking scared. The Hat opened his mouth, which scared the first years even more, and it started to sing.

After the song, McGonagall picked up a scroll with a long list of names on it.

“All the first, attention, please. When I call your name, you will come up here, sit, and I shall put the hat on your head. When it gives the appropriate House, you will go to that table. The tables are usually very easy to spot, since they will be cheering the loudest. Good Luck.”

“Cook, Wesley!” she shouted. A black-haired kid, who seemed to have an air of leadership over the group, walked up to the stool. He sat upon it, and McGonagall set the hat on his head. After a few minutes, the Hat shouted;

“SLYTHERIN!” and the entire Slytherin table erupted in cheers. Lucy never even noticed that because she was busy placing her hand on Draco’s leg.

Down the table a bit sat Debbie, Liz and Stephanie. Across from them sat their other friend, who hadn’t joined them on the train.

“So, Liz,” asked the red head.

“Yeah?”

“Malfoy’s looking good this year, eh?” she asked.

“That’s ancient history, Pat.” Liz declared.

“Well,” Debbie spoke up. “History sometimes repeats itself.”

Liz mocked Debbie, and all four girls started to crack up.

“Shh!” a prefect warned them.

The girls shut up, but smiled to themselves as a blond first year got sorted into Gryffindor.

Meanwhile, Michelle Martin was sitting in the Headmistress’s office. Never before had she seen so many sleeping people in pictures. The one behind the desk was intriguing. He had long white hair, and a long white beard. For being so old, he looked so wise. Michelle never knew how long she was in the room, but long enough to see the funny looking hat leave, and then the hat came back again. The Headmistress McGonagall was carrying it.

“Hello there Michelle Martin. Please, sit.” McGonagall said, for Michelle had started to stand.

“Um, Professor?” Michelle asked.

“Yes?”

“Well, it’s just that, I’m new here, and how do I know what…house I go to?”

“That solution is right here. In this hat.”

“In that?” Michelle asked, surprised.

“Well, partly. The rest is in you. You will need to sit upon this stool,” McGonagall waved her wand and a stool appeared. “And I will need to put this hat upon your head.”

“All right.” Michelle said, a little wary. How could a hat tell which house you belonged to? But Michelle sat on that stool, and let McGonagall set the hat on her head.

Almost immediately, Michelle heard a voice in her ear. “Hello there.” it said. Michelle looked around, Professor McGonagall was gone.

“Um.. Hello?” she answered cautiously back.

“No need to answer to me. I know what you’re going to say anyways.” the voice said softly.

“All right.” Michelle said, she loosened up a bit, and tried to relax.

“Hmm… You are tough. That’s plain to see. You’ve had a rough past… You’re definitely not Hufflepuff, your to smart for them, and your not a Ravenclaw, you think your to good for them. There’s another house, Gryffindor, I see that you are brave.” the hat muttered. Michelle immediately thought back to what Stephanie said. “Then again, you have the bloodlines, the thinking, and the powerfulness of a Slytherin… you are tough…” the hat muttered. “There’s no other way to put it. You are, SLYTHERIN!” the hat shouted.

Michelle felt the hat being swept off her head. She looked around and saw McGonagall. “Congratulations Michelle. I was hoping you’d be Gryffindor, but… the hat knows best.” she finished with a heaving sigh. “You can either go to the Great Hall, where there are students finishing up their dinner, or you can go straight to the dungeons.” At that, Michelle looked frightened. Just because she didn’t get into Slytherin meant she was going to be tortured? McGonagall saw that Michelle was scared. “Don’t worry. The dungeons are where the Dormitories are located. That also includes the Common Room. You can wait outside and then follow the Slytherins to their Common Room, which would be easier, because then you’d blend in. Hope you have a good year.” McGonagall said, heading up the staircase, leaving Michelle alone.

“I haven’t eaten yet…” Michelle muttered, her stomach growling in agreement. “Oh well.” she said, and she waved her wand and a sandwich fell into her hand. “This’ll work.” Michelle stood up, and walked out of the office.

She went across the hall when she stepped out of the moving staircase. Once she got across the hall, she looked down the corridors (there were four adjoining corridors), trying to find the way to the hall in front of the Great Hall. Michelle chose the corridor on her left. As she walked, she looked at all the portraits and pictures. She stopped in front of one that had a lone gray pony in it, eating grass. Even though the pony was just eating, Michelle was mesmerized by it. She stood there long enough to finish her sandwich, and to notice a knight walk across the picture. The knight stopped, and noticed the girl.

“Yo ho! What is this? Who dares cross my path?” The knight asked roughly.
Completely surprised, Michelle stuttered a response. “I was trying to find my way somewhere.”

“Ah ha! A quest! And where are ye going, milady?” Sir Cadogan asked.

“I can find my way, thanks.” Michelle answered.

“If you are so sure-”

“I am” she interrupted.

“All right! But when you get lost, you can just call upon, I! Sir Cadogan!” the knight cried. He hopped onto his pony, and tried to get it to move.

“Will do then.” Michelle started to walk off. Sir Cadogan was still in his portrait, trying to get his pony to move. Michelle continued on down the corridor. She came to a door, and when she tried to push it open, it wouldn’t open.

To her surprise, a fat lady in a pink dress walked into the door. And then Michelle realized that the door was just a blank portrait, until the lady walked in it.

“Are you of Gryffindor?”

“No. I’ve jus-”

“Then I suggest you leave. Only Gryffindors are allowed though here.” the lady said strictly.

“Sorry. I’ve jus-” Michelle tried to say.

“Go, before I call a prefect.”

“Fine.” Michelle walked off in a huff.

She walked back through the corridor she came through, and was glad when that crazy knight was not in his picture. She came back to the hall where there were four halls, not including the one she was in. She decided to hang a left, and continued walking down that corridor. She quickly came to another door. Michelle checked to make sure that it wasn’t some portrait of angry fat ladies. It wasn’t. She opened the door, and walked through it. When she came through the other side, she was mesmerized. For what Michelle saw, was absolutely amazing. She saw stairs, moving stairs. At the Academy of Australian Witches and Wizards, they didn’t have moving stairs. This was an absolutely amazing sight. Michelle soon figured out that this wouldn’t lead to the dungeons, and turned around. After two more corridors, and five more doors, Michelle decided to just sit on a bench in the main hall.

At this point, dinner was well over. Michelle guessed that it was about nine o’clock at night. And she was definitely lost. She sat on the bench with her knees up to her chin, and she thought about the summer time. By the time it was after hours for the students, Michelle was asleep.

“Excuse me!” someone said, shaking Michelle. “Excuse me!” Michelle woke up with a start. First she noticed a bright light, coming from a wand. The she noticed that in front of her was the same red-head that was trying to invade in the compartment she was in with Stephanie, Liz, and Debbie. Michelle immediately grew cold.

“What do you want?” she asked harshly.

“I just wanted to let you know that sleeping on school benches, and not in your dormitory, is against the rules. Especially after hours, since it’s about midnight right now.”
“I got lost, then I got tired. Is that a crime too?” she icily inquired.

“No.” the red-haired boy said, startled. “But, talking to the Head Boy like that is. What is your reason for getting lost?”

“I couldn’t find my House common room! I have no idea where everything is around here!” she nearly screamed.

“You’re going to have to calm down.”

“Sorry.”

“Which House are you?”

“Slytherin. Why?” she inquired again.

“I can help you find the way there, but I can’t lead you there. Can you follow directions easily?”

“Yeah.”

“All right. Since you’re already in the main corridor, all you do is go straight across,” the boy shined his wand light in the direction to go. “Then you’ll meet some stairs, go down those. Hang a right, and you should be able to find your way there. Good luck.” the boy said, then he left.

“Thanks.” Michelle said after him. She followed his directions, and also lit her wand to find her way easily. When she got down the stairs, she was met by a surprised red-haired girl, and a boy making out by a door. Michelle decided to ask them where to get to Slytherins common room.

“That way, then turn right. You’re seventh year?” the boy, who had red-hair also asked. Michelle nodded. “Then you’ll be at the top dormitories. They say seventh year on the door. To get there, you turn right at the top of the stairs. Password’s ‘Sleeping Drought’.”

“Thanks!” Michelle said gratefully. She followed the boy’s direction, and found the door that led to the common room. She said the password, and entered. She immediately went to find the way to the stairs. She went to the right, and walked seven flights of stairs, which didn’t seem possible. She found the door that said seventh year on it. One problem, there were two doors. Michelle tried one door, and it was locked. She tried the other door, and that one was opened. She found the empty bed, and surprised, found that her stuff was already put away. Michelle silently put on her pajamas, and crept into bed. Immediately, she fell asleep.

all right. ive posted part one. now its time for parts 2 and three

PART 2:

When Draco appeared at the train dock, he started to look for his mates. He heard a girl shout out, “Stephanie, over here!” He spotted a red-haired girl, dressed in nothing but a short red skirt, and a very revealing black top. He turned quickly, knowing too late that she saw him.

“Draco, darling!” she sneaked up behind him. Draco spun around.

“Oh. Hey Lucy. Great to see you again,” he said, not at all happy to see her again.

“Same here, baby darling.” she wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to get closer.

“Not right now Lucy,” he warned. Then he pried her ever-clingy arms off his neck, and tried to get away from her. He started toward the train cars, and got inside. Lucy Harrison followed. Once he got inside the Slytherin car, he looked for the one portion he has taken year after year. He went inside, thankful that no one was there yet.

“Draco, you haven’t given me a proper greeting yet.” Lucy said from behind him.

“What do you mean Lucy?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” and she once more slung her arms around his neck, intending to brush against him.

“What’s that then? To have sex with you?”

“Ring-a-ding-ding.” she tapped her finger on his nose. She started to kiss his jaw.

“Stop Lucy.” he said icily. She didn’t, but kept kissing his jaw line. “Lucy.” he said sternly. She jumped back like she got shocked. Draco’s mates started to file in the car.

“You know you want me Draco baby.” she winked. “It just might take a matter of time before you realize that.” she swept back her long red hair.

“Just go Lucy.” he said, staring at her brown eyes. She turned in a huff and left Draco.

“Hey, Draco. What was that about?” Blaise Zabini asked curiously.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You know, we are always in the same area, year after year. They should just name this car the “Malfoy And Mates” car.” Blaise commented stupidly. Draco smacked him in the head. “What?” Blaise asked, rubbing the sore spot.

“You know, that would totally pointless, since we are graduating this year.”

“Oh yeah.” Blaise replied.

A blonde haired kid walked past the portion Draco and his mates were in, then did a double take, and walked in.

“Don’t tell me you almost got lost again, Kevin Pope.”

“Fine. I won’t tell you that I knew exactly where you were this time.” the boy named Kevin answered snidely. Draco rolled his eyes.

“Where’d you get that new attitude, Kevin?” Blaise asked, trying to rile him up a bit.

“Your girlfriend, Blaise.” Kevin answered, knowing what Blaise was doing.

“What?! Why you fucking little ass-hole!” Blaise drew out his wand, as did Kevin.

“Blaise, shut it before you get hurt.” Draco said quickly. The last thing he needed was a bloody brawl. “Put both wands away.” Blaise put his away, and Kevin did also.

“Did you see that hot chick getting on the train this morning? Ooh.” Kevin observed.

“She cute?”

“She’s hot. Hotter than the girls around here.” Kevin remarked. “They get old after a while. I like fresh meat.”

“You’re starting to sound like a vampire.” Draco told Kevin.

“Sorry.” Kevin‘s ice blue eyes flashed. “Oh yeah. Draco.”

“Yeah?”

“That red-haired girl was looking for you. She said her name was Lilly… no… Leslie…L…L-.”

“Lucy?” Draco offered.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“What she’d want?”

“She said you’d say that. And that she wants you to know that what she wants is you.” Kevin said, with a smirk. Blaise cracked up with laughter.

“That bitch. She knows I hate her!”

“She said you’d say that. And that in answer, she wants you to know that you’ll be wanting her soon enough.”

“Sounds like a dirty plan to me.” Blaise commented. “maybe she’ll sneak you a love potion or something!”

“Doubt it,” Draco replied. “She’s too stupid to know how to brew one. She’ll try to get me alone, or get me drunk.”

“Probably.” Blaise said distractedly. His girlfriend, Rachelle Farr, had just flounced in. She sat on his lap, and they started a make-out fest.

“Oh, fuck her.” Draco said, talking about Lucy.

“She said you’d say that, and that she’d gladly fuck you.” Kevin again smirked.

“She is so sick.”

“She-”
“Said that I’d say that, and that she’s sick for me?” Draco countered.

“Yeah. Basically.” Kevin said, astonished. He looked at Blaise and Rachelle. Blaise was grunting and moaning with pleasure. “If he moans once more, I swear I’ll hex him.” Kevin said, putting his hand inside his robes for emphasis.

“Let him be, Kevin.” Draco said, staring out the window, looking at the passing scenery.

“Hey, Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“What’d you do over the summer?”

“Oh. I just hung out at the beach and stuff.”

“With who? Your fans?” Kevin said pointedly, nodding his head toward a group of fifth years staring at Draco through the glass door.

“No. But I did meet one girl.”

“Anyone we know?” Kevin asked interestingly.

“Nah. She’s from Australia. Just turned seventeen. Did you know that the age for Apparating, and doing magic is the same as ours?”

“Who cares about the trivia. Give us the details.” Kevin demanded. Blaise heard this and sat up and broke his make out fest with Rachelle. She settled beside him, apparently unfazed.

“Nah. You guys probably don’t care about those details.” Draco said offhandedly.

“You joking? Those are the best details.”

“Nah. I don’t want to. It’s too intimate for you guys.”

“Just tell us Draco!” Blaise said immediately.

“All right. All right.”

“Now!” Kevin was getting antsy.

“This summer was pretty much awesome at the beach. Summer lovin' had me a blast. Summer lovin', happened so fast. I met a girl crazy for me. (*me* Grease lyrics) She has black hair, cut short, but still hot. Deep, harsh green eyes, that can bore holes through you. She is definitely shorter than me, most girls are. I taught her Occlumency, and she is as good as me now. She used to live here in England, then moved to a school in Australia. Before they moved, her parents became Death Eaters. But, mmm. She sure beat the girls around here man.”

“How’d you meet her?” Blaise asked.

“She was swimming by, and got a cramp. I rushed to her aid, and helped her out of the water before she nearly drowned. I saved her life. Everyday we would meet under the dock. A few weeks later, after the earthquake, we started to date. Later on, we had started to kiss. We stayed out until past curfew, and made out under our favorite dock. A few times, we got friendly in the sand.” Blaise raised his eyebrows, and Kevin chuckled at that. “Shut up you two. The summer fling we had doesn’t mean a thing, but, God, those summer nights.”

“Hey, Draco?” Kevin interrupted.
“Hm?”

“Think she could get me a friend?”

“Oh shut it.”

“Sorry.”

“Then at the end of the summer, we met one last time. She had to go back to Australia. That’s where it turns cold. I told her that I’d never forget her, and we’d still be friends.”

“Do you sometimes wonder what she is doing right now?” Blaise asked.

“Yeah. Sometimes.”

“Aw. How cute!” Kevin joked.
“How about you two dorks? What’d you do over the summer?” Draco asked curiously, trying so hard to forget and not forget at the same time.

PART 3:

MICHELLE MARTIN’S P.O.V.

I stepped onto the platform, facing a humongous burgundy colored train. I spotted a girl I met at a robe shop somewhere in England.

“Stephanie, Over here!” I called, not caring if people heard me. The blond girl spotted me and walked over.

“Hey Michelle!” she said excitedly. I heard a shrill whistle, so shrill I flinched. “Don’t worry about that. It’s just the train. It’s just a warning that in a minute the train will start moving.”

“I guess that means that we have to get on right? Unless you happen to have a broomstick stuck up somewhere?” I joked.

“Do we have to get on?” she begged.

“I guess. If you want to see your boyfriend again.”

“Good point.” Stephanie instantly brightened up at the thought of seeing her boyfriend, who was a Ravenclaw, and she was a Slytherin. I still didn’t get the whole house ranks. Stephanie and I got on the train, and as expected, the train started to move.

“I guess we’re going to have to find compartments?”

“Yep.”

“Let’s get looking then.” and we started to look for an empty compartment. After about five minutes we found one. But, it had small carry-on trunks and bags in it.

“Maybe we should look again?” Stephanie asked.

“I thought Slytherins were evil, and got their way? Besides, isn’t that the rule? Finder’s keepers and shit?”

“You’re right. Let’s just go in here.” Stephanie agreed.

When I first walked in the compartment seemed small, barely enough room for more than two people. But then, I blinked, and the compartment seemed bigger. I looked at the bags. I noticed a tag on it. “Hermione Granger” it read.

“Who’s Hermione Granger, Stephanie?”

“A goody-two-shoes Gryffindor. If you’re gonna get sorted tonight, I hope you get into Slytherin. Gryffindor house sucks ass. All they do is pretend they are so brave. If you want brave, then you belong in Slytherin. Only the brave could mark their arms with the Dark Mark. Only the brave could stand the most powerful wizard, and not get frightened. Most of the Slytherins have had parents as Death Eaters, some of the seventh years have the Dark Mark already. I personally think that the Dark Lord is just getting a bigger army than the stupid Order.”

I looked at her blankly. I had no idea what the Order was, but I knew what Death Eaters were. Both my parents were Death Eaters. I was next in line to get Marked. I was born in England, before Voldemort “died”. My parents had been Death Eaters for two years before I was born. Like most of the Death Eater families, they went into hiding, and at the age of ten, I moved to Australia. I was supposed to move back at the end of the summer, but Voldemort found out that my parents were here, and sent spies after them. So now, we have to stay in England and help them out. I’m supposed to get marked by the end of November.

“What’s the Order?” I asked Stephanie.

“It’s a group of Gryffindors and wanting-to-do-right kind of people. Trying to stop the reign of Voldemort. So far, they haven’t been succeeding.” Stephanie gave a bark of laughter. I just smiled.

“Could you explain the different Houses again?”

“Sure. Well, there’s Gryffindor. That the house where all the “brave” and “daring” kids go. The most popular Gryffindor is, of course, Harry Potter. He’s daring all right, but basically foolish, and who likes to get into trouble. Hufflepuff are the wimps. They are supposed to be “loyal” and “unafraid of toil”. But, they are basically asses. Take Zacharias Smith, he has no idea when his friends are in trouble, but has the smart alec remarks when someone makes fun of him. Ravenclaw is where the “smart” people go. Where they will have wit, and love to learn. Basically-”

“Basically they are bookworms?” I interrupted.

“Yeah.”

“Why are you putting your boyfriend’s house down?”

“Because he’s not very smart, and all he has is wit.” she stated. “Not only that, he’s a great Quidditch player!” she said, in an undertone.

“What about Slytherin? What’s Slytherin like?”

“Well, we are supposed to be cunning, sly, and use any means possible to get what we want. A lot of people say that we are spoiled prats, and all of us have been born a bad seed.”

“And that’s not true?”
“Well, we are cunning, and sly. But the spoiled prats are basically the slutty girls. They bring Slytherin a horrible reputation.”

“Like who?”

“Like Lucy Harrison. She’ll do anything to get sex. Also, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode. All three girls have had sex with more than twelve guys. The rest of us aren’t like that. The guys are definitely power hungry, and some sex-hungry. But other-wise, we have the best house.”

Then someone knocked on the glass door. A girl with sweeping, brown hair, and blue eyes, and a girl with blond, short, and curly hair, with gray eyes, walked in.

Stephanie smiled, and introduced the two girls to me. “Michelle, that’s Debbie Papilla.” she pointed to the blond. “And that’s Liz.” she pointed to the girl with the brown hair. “Girls, this is Michelle Martin. She’s new to Hogwarts, just came from Australia.”

“Oh really?” the one they call Liz spoke up. “How are things down under?”

I tensed up a bit, but answered, “Fine, thanks.”

“You gonna be Sorted alone I bet. Kind of embarrassing to do it in front of the entire school, with the first years.”

“So, uh, Michelle?” the blond, Debbie, spoke up.

“Yeah?”

“What’d you do this summer?”

“Not much. Hung around the beach. I met a boy there.”

“Really?” Liz perked up a bit.

“Yea-” but I couldn’t finish. Someone was rapping on the door again. A girl with very bushy hair came in.

“I can’t believe you Slytherins! Coming into a compartment that already had stuff in it!”

“I can believe it.” a boy with fiery red hair said. The girl gave the boy an exasperated look.

“Why don’t you look somewhere else, Miss Granger?” Liz said icily.

“Why don’t you back off?” the Granger girl said back.

“Here’s an idea. Why don’t you, and Mr. Weasley back there go look for your own compartment, because, last time I checked, you haven’t scrawled your name into a window. Besides, you might want the privacy.” Liz suggested.

“What if we don’t want to?” the Weasley boy spoke up. He noticed Michelle, confused, because he’s never seen her before.

“Then we’ll make you. Won’t we girls?” Liz countered. On cue, Debbie and Stephanie both rose, wands already out.

“You might not want to do that.” a brown haired, green eyed boy showed up, with a group of weirdos behind him, with their wands out. When I say weirdos, I mean that there was a girl with radishes hanging from her ears, and a boy holding onto a slimy toad.

“Just because you know how to say “Accio” doesn’t mean you know how to block a curse, Potter. We all know that you can’t cast a curse by thinking it. Snape showed us that last year. What a humiliation!” Liz laughed. The Potter boy brought his wand up, his face turning beet red, and slashed it downward. Liz laughed harder, and blocked the unsaid hex without saying a thing. “Well, well, well. Maybe you have matured. But not enough. Now leave!” she said harshly. Potter’s nose was growing by the second, and his friends ushered him out of corridor into a different compartment.

“Wait. They forgot their bags. Care to do the honors, Michelle?” Liz asked, testing to see if I could be part of their group.

“Uh.. Sure.” I took out my wand, and flicked it. The Gryffindor bags lifted in the air, and floated. Then I pointed my wand to the door, opened it, and made the bags chase after the Gryffindors.

“Not bad.” Debbie commented. I put my wand away.

“So, what were you saying about your summer Michelle?”
“Oh. I had a great time. I spent most of it at the beach. I met a boy there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I met a boy, cute as can be.” (*me* Grease lyrics) I sighed.

“What was he like?” Stephanie asked.

“He was really sweet. A true gentleman.” I looked around. Liz locked her eyes onto mine.

“There ain’t no such thing Michelle.” she said coldly, her eyes flashing with her past.

“Well, he was special.” I said truthfully.

“How’d you two meet?” Debbie asked.

“Well, I was just walking along in the surf, and he came by. He splashed around, and got me wet. He kept showing off and stuff. It kind of got annoying. But, at the same time, it was intriguing. A few days after this, he asked me if I wanted to go on a date with him. We got to know each other really well, and went out on tons of dates. We strolled though parks, and drank Butterbeer. When we went to the beach, we would splash around, and have the time of our lives.”

“He sounds like a drag to me.” Liz said, bored.

“Well he wasn’t.” I declared. “He got quite friendly, holding my hand. He said he just turned seventeen, and he was just so sweet.”

“Sounds nice.” Debbie commented.

“But, at the end of the summer, it turned colder. I told him I’d never see him again. He said that we’d still be friends, and that he’ll never forget about me. We made our true love vow, and here I am now.”

“What’d he look like?” Liz asked, to see if she knew the guy.

“He has white-blonde hair, and cold grey eyes. He’s tall, lean, a Quidditch player he told me.”

“What’s his name?” Liz knew exactly which guy she was talking about now.

“Draco Malfoy.”

“Oh.” Liz said. “Well, if you truly believe that he was a keeper, maybe he’ll just show up, one day, unexpected. Kind of like a leprechaun. C’mon Deb, let’s go to the boys’ compartment.” I watched Debbie and Liz exit, and wander down until I couldn’t see them.

“Do you really think so Stephanie? Do you really think that he could show up unexpected?”

“Uh.. Yeah. Hey, the train’s stopped. We might be at the station now. Might as well change into your robes.” Stephanie said. Both girls slipped into their robes and exited the train. They headed over to the carriages. Michelle stopped in surprise. She had never seen carriages pulled by thin air.

“Don’t worry about that. The ride is really comfortable.” Stephanie said reassuringly. Michelle got in, and Stephanie came after. Once the line got moving, Michelle found that the ride was indeed smooth and comfortable. When she saw the gates leading into Hogwarts, she felt truly at home.

enjoy! comment on it. part four should be coming soon. hopefully. im working on it right now.

“Mr. Malfoy!” a squeaky voice squeaked.

Draco Malfoy opened his eyes slowly to find Zinky, his house elf, standing at the end of the bed, holding some linens.

“What is it, Zinky?”

“You shall be late to get to the train if you sleep in any longer! Zinky has already drawn the bath for Mr. Malfoy.”

“Shit.” Draco rubbed his eyes, getting the sleep from them. “Thank you Zinky. I’ll be out in ten minutes.” the house elf ran out of the door, and Draco heard the tiny feet run down the manor stairs.

Draco walked to the bathroom door, conveniently located in his room, and went inside. As told, the tub was filled with water. “Zin-” he started, then thought better of it. He was late as it was, and calling Zinky up to unplug the tub was pointless. Draco reached down into the water and pulled the plug on it. He watched the water go helplessly down the drain. “Zinky never remembers that I like showers. Baths are for wimps.” he said to himself. He turned on the shower, let the water get to the desired temperature, stripped, and stepped into the shower.

Meanwhile, Draco’s mother, Narcissa Malfoy was busy reading the Prophet. She was staring intently at the headline:

Narcissa smirked to herself. Earthquakes in England are not common. But nowadays they are not uncommon. Ever since the War begun, there have been more and more deaths. This year the Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, was found, murdered in his own bed. Not only that, two Ministry officials have been found murdered, there have been mass Muggle killings also. And now, the earthquake. This killed at least 23 magical folk. Over 200 were admitted into Saint Mungo’s. The earthquake also killed several Muggles, over 40 of them had died in the Wizarding Hospital where they were sent to have the memory completely erased. The rest are still injured, and don’t remember a thing. All of these killings have one thing in common. They were helped along by a certain number of wizards and witches. All of them were Death Eaters, acting on their Lord’s orders. Lord Voldemort was behind it all.

“Zinky!” Narcissa yelled for the house elf.

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“I want you to make me some strong tea. I’m going to need it later on today.”

“Yes, Mrs. Malfoy.” Zinky went into the kitchen, and started up the tea water.

Narcissa’s left arm gave an involuntary twitch. Ever since she had joined them, her arm has been twitching. She wanted to join when she was old enough, but found that she was not strong enough. About five years later, she joined with the Death Eaters. By that time, she was married to a Death Eater, Lucious Malfoy. A year later, she had her first and only child, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa was in on the earthquake, and helped murder Rufus Scrimgeour. Draco had become a Death Eater in order to redeem his father, who was in the wizarding jail, Azcaban. Lucious and fellow Death Eaters had broke out of the prison (which was quite easy, seeing as there were no dementors guarding it), and were now joined back up with the Dark Lord.

Narcissa looked up from the Prophet and noticed that her son was walking to the table.

“Good morning Draco.”

“Mum.” he nodded a greeting. He sat down.

“Porridge?” she asked. Draco shook his wet head.

“How’d the earthquake go?” he asked, pulling the biscuits toward himself.

“It went like it was supposed to. 23 more people were found dead yesterday. We injured quite a few hundred, and several hundreds of people are still buried under the rubble.”

“That’s good.” Draco said, distractedly. He took a hungry bite from the biscuit, and nearly choked because it was so dry. He finished the bite, took a swig of milk, and called Zinky.

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy?” she squeaked.

“These biscuits are dry. Toss them before someone chokes to death on these.” Draco demanded. He glanced at the grandfather clock. Narcissa did too. It was five minutes until the train left.

“You better get going. You don’t want to miss the train.” Narcissa said, calmly.

“Don’t worry. I can Apparate there in no time.” he replied. His trunk, his books, and the owl cage were by the door. Draco walked over to them, tapped his things, and they vanished. He knew exactly where they were. Draco walked back to the table.

“I’ll see you in December, Mum. Unless otherwise stated.” he told her. Then he stood up straight, stared ahead, and Apparated into thin air.

ok. the zero part. or as i like to call it, the prologue:

“Michelle! Over here! Look what I found,” a handsome young man said, he was pointing to a shell on the ground.

“Coming Draco!” with a flick of her wand, Michelle’s beach towel had folded itself and laid down in her bag. Once she became of age, she started to use her wand (cherry wood, with dragon heartstring) for everything. She then ran to the waiting Draco, a handsome fellow she met a few weeks ago. He was also her friend, and what she considered more than friend.

“What is it?” she asked, seeing the odd shaped shell.

“It looks like a conch. And it is even whole! That’s really rare! Look Michelle.” he said, holding the shell carefully.

“I like the colors in it. But, Draco, we should get going. Mum will be wondering where I’m at.”

“And? You can stay a little longer, can’t you?”

“Mmm….” she thought, as she closed her eyes. As an accomplished Occlumens, (Trained by Draco) she could see right into her mum’s mind. “Yeah. I guess. But if I get into trouble again, you’re to blame!” she said playfully.

“As always, babe.” he replied. He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Then she ripped her hand away from Draco, and ran under the dock.

“Come back here Michelle!” Draco ran after her. He looked around each part under the dock. Finally, he found her. Draco crept up behind Michelle, grabbed her waist, and spun her around to face him. “Next time, you’re to blame babe.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Oh all right. Next time, I’ll take the blame.” she told Draco

“Good.” he replied. Then Michelle kissed him on the lips. Draco kissed back, with a full fury of love. He slid his hands down to the small of her back.

“Draco…” she said softly. She moved her head to the side.

“Hm?” he replied, kissing her exposed cheekbone.

“You know I’m leaving tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah.” he paused his kissing.

“Well, I’m going to miss you.”

“Same here babe,” Draco said, straightening up, and staring into her harsh green eyes. “Just one question. Why do you have to leave?”

“You know why. I have to move back to Australia, because my parents like it down there. It's my home. But so is England." she declared.

“You’re right.”

“What? You think I should move to Australia because it is my home, even though it's not?” Michelle pulled away from Draco. Her eyes started to tear up.

“No. That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what exactly did you mean?” she stared at him with her harsh eyes.

“I meant that you are right. You're moving to Australia 'cause its home, even though England is your home."

“Oh.” she smiled. “I guess I just overreacted.” Michelle grabbed both of Draco’s hands.

“It’s all right. You’re moving. You’re allowed to overreact.”

Michelle sighed. “It just isn’t fair! I’ve the best summer ever, and now I have to leave. I may never see you again!”

“Baby, don’t talk that way.”

“But it’s true.”

Draco lifted her chin with his fingers, stared deep into her eyes and lowered his lips to hers. His tongue slipped across the surface of her lips, begging entrance. He moved one of his hands to Michelle’s back, and the other was next to her face. She wrapped her arms around Draco’s neck. Michelle let Draco’s tongue slip in. Draco’s hand near her back had begun to slip under her cover-up. Realizing where this was going, Michelle broke the kiss. With her hands still around his neck, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Draco…” she panted. “Don’t spoil things.”

“Spoil what, Michelle?”

“This. Our friendship. I don’t want it to end in a heartbreak.”

“But, Michelle.” he kissed her lips. “It won’t.”

“How do you know? How do you know it won’t end like that?” Michelle started to cry into his shoulder. Her back heaved with sobs.

Draco took her head in his hands, moved it off his shoulder, and in front of his face, and he held it delicately. With his thumbs he removed her tears.

“Because I won’t let it happen.” and he kissed her once more. When he once again got that feeling, Michelle broke off.

“Draco, is this the end?”

“Of course not Michelle. It’s only the beginning.” and they kissed as if they would never see each other again.