“I hope he hasn’t been to horrible to you, Drake. Not all Americans are so rude.” She smiled and went to open her book again. Dan laughed sarcastically. Draco figured it was time to turn on the old Malfoy charm. “He hasn’t been so bad, and even if he had, you certainly would have fixed my impression of Americans.”

He stopped thinking about it. He searched the room again for Alisha. He found her this time. She seemed to be the only girl, the only person, in the entire cafeteria not eating. She was prowling the room as if she were observing a hunt. Not a touch of Hufflepuff about her. She stopped occasionally at a table to have a chat. She even stopped at Alexandra’s table to talk with a few of her obnoxiously giggling friends. That conversation was the shortest one. Eventually, she came to his table.

Draco’s mind was racing back to the day he got the Dark Mark. He stepped toward her slowly; she looked rooted to the spot with either fear or blind courage.
               “What thing?” Draco finally realized he must have let her see the Mark by accident that night at the movies. He kicked himself mentally, but no, she couldn’t have seen the Mark, his shirt had sleeves.

They were on their way, driving smoothly down the country roads. He lost his feebly cold manner once they reached the freeway. Unable to ignore her anymore, he discretely turned his head to stare at her sculpted thighs, which were exposed in the denim pencil skirt she was wearing. Her crushed velvet halter was tempting him, to say the least. A low cut halter, though not low enough to be worthy of Parkinson. His hungry eyes roamed higher, starting at her thin collarbone, moving to her prominent chin, and finally to her shimmering red lips.

Draco's first visit to Alisha's house; Alisha's warning.

   That’s when he noticed a very peculiar formation of freckles on her thigh. The formation kind of looked like the sign of Neptune. Something distant clicked in his mind. The mark was making him remember something very odd, something very important. But what the bloody hell was it?

 A slight panic was taking hold of her heart. She’d never been so sensitive to such details. The way his hair was falling into his eyes. The way the turtle neck hugged his hale form. The way his eyes were combing over her, making her itch with heat. 

Alisha is sick, Draco is frustrated, someone makes a visit

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Hermione and Alisha make stunning discoveries

The couples face off in the ultimate discussion: what to do with Draco, and more importantly, his prophetic girlfriend.