Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or places that you recognize! I do however own Angela and Tennille...Tennille is actually me, it is my real name and everything!

A/N - This fic contains other characters. It is DH compliant...except for the epilogue...

Run down - Draco, along with the other students who were in seventh year with him have returned to Hogwarts the year after the war and defeat of Voldemort to complete the schooling that they didnt finish - they are back to obtain NEWTS basically, and are in the same grade as the students who were previouosly in sixth year as they had no reason to repeat...So Ron is going to graduate at the same time as his sister, Ginny...hahaha! So, this fic centres around Draco and a new character Tennille...So yeah, enjoy!

Chapter 1 – the new school.

I walked slowly up the stone steps, following the directions that were delivered to me by a large brown barn owl earlier during the week.

The big double doors were standing there, closed, intimidating me. I pushed them open slowly and headed into the direction of the Headmistress who was standing beside another set of double doors, gold in colour and standing slightly ajar.

"Welcome, Miss Charlton, I see you managed to arrive only slightly late" she said, her lips pursed and her face tight, probably caused by the tight bun that her hair was pulled back into.

"Well, Headmistress McGonagall" I began, standing taller, and flattening the black robes I had on down, ensuring no creases were visible "I do believe the time on the letter matches the time I arrived" I said, pointing down to the time on the official Hogwarts letter I had in my hand and casting a quick Tempus charm to reveal the time.

Headmistress McGonagall pursed her lips again before speaking "You will follow me into the Great Hall, I will give a quick speech explaining your situation and transfer and then you will be sorted into your house, the first years have been sorted and the feast has almost finished, you will be allowed to order something up from the kitchens after we are finished and then I will have the appropriate prefect take you to your dormitory with the first years and give you your class schedule".

"Thank you Headmistress" I replied, doing my best to mask my features into something resembling indifference – my mother and father always taught me that emotion was a weakness, and never to show it.

The soft clatter of knives and forks hitting plates was floating through the doors, along with the loud sounds of idle chit chat between students, and possibly professors.

"Let's go, Miss Charlton" Headmistress McGonagall said, pushing the double doors open and striding into the Great Hall.

I held my head high, my long blonde hair covering my face slightly on the side.

The chatter in the hall stopped as soon as we walked on. I didn't dare make eye contact with anyone as I followed the Headmistress up to the front of the hall.

The room was magnificent, the roof was bewitched to look like the sky outside, I chanced a quick look at it and noticed it was dark, bright white stars scattered everywhere, a slight mist of rain beneath flimsy clouds floating delicately above everybody.

"Students" McGonagall began, causing the few students who were whispering – no doubt about me – to stop, causing the room to be eerily quiet. "It is my pleasure to introduce you all to a new student, Tennille Charlton" I heard a few people gasp at my name – weird, who knew people had heard of me.

Headmistress McGonagall ignored the audible gasps and continued as though uninterrupted "Miss Charlton has transferred to us from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and I expect you all to welcome her and treat her as you would any other student"

Everyone's eyes were on me. I felt like a circus animal on display – remember, don't show emotion.

"Now, as per usual, Miss Charlton will be sorted, please, Tennille, just take a seat on the stool in front of you and I shall place the sorting hat on your head and it will sort you into the house that suits you best, the house you will do the best in" McGonagall said, holding a ratted, torn and dirty looking pointed wizards hat in her hand.

"Hold on, you expect me to allow you to put that filthy thing on my head?" I asked, scrunching my nose up at the thought.

I heard a few sniggers from the table to my right, a few random gasps of shock and some straight out laughter from somewhere near the back of the hall.

Headmistress McGonagall on the other hand did not look impressed.

"Sit. Now" she said - her voice dangerously low.

I rolled my crystal blue eyes before I gracefully sat down on the small wooden stool, finally looking out at all of the students, staring at me expectantly.

There were four long tables, full of students in front of me. I knew which each of them was, all from the letter I had received earlier in the week.

Headmistress McGonagall walked briskly over to me and placed the sorting hat atop my blonde hair, not being too gentle about it.

"Interesting mind"

I almost jumped a foot in the air at the voice right next to my ear but somehow managed to keep my composure.

"Expelled from school I see, hmmm, very interesting, you have courage - that much is clear. A bright mind, very intelligent, not much stock in rules either"

It felt like the hat was on my head for an eternity talking nonsense in my ear before it finally yelled, for the entire hall to hear –

"SLYTHERIN"

There was loud rambunctious applause coming from the table on the far right, people from the Slytherin house were standing up and whistling, cheering and a few were even laughing.

Headmistress McGonagall took the hat off my head and I walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting down with a bunch of small kids – first years I assume.

I zoned out as the Headmistress spoke of the rules and random events that would be happening at Hogwarts this year – I really didn't want to be here, why did I need to listen? I am only doing this because my mother wanted me too.

After she finished talking I heard someone calling for the first years to follow – oh, that included me as well.

I got up, standing among the small kids and followed them toward the house prefect.

"Follow me, and don't get lost, I am not going to come back and get any of you" he said, causing me to look over at him.

He was tall – way taller then me anyway – and he had platinum blonde hair, a pale pointed face, his features aristocratic, giving him an heir of importance, money and power, he had beautiful grey eyes that were borderline silver, and he had sneer planted firmly on his face as he looked down at the first years.

The walk to the Slytherin rooms was a short one. We stopped at a small stretch of wall before the prefect opened it and we followed him in.

The room was empty and dark. There were leather couches and the only light was coming from a few candles lit, randomly, around the room.

"Alright, boys down the stairs over there and to the left you will find your dormitories, and girls, same thing, but on the right, now go, all of you" he said, his voice drawling, and sounding bored. As soon as the first years scattered, looking terrified and excited at the same time he spoke again "and you" he drawled, looking directly at me "come with me".

He took me in a different direction to the younger students, heading up a small flight of stairs, hidden by a large ivory bookshelf.

"7th years have their own rooms now, we don't need to share anymore, hardly any of us returned this year" he began, pushing a door open and walking, straight backed with his head high – exactly like me actually. "Your room is just here" he said, opening a large black door but standing in the way so that I couldn't actually get in there.

"So, what did you need to transfer to Hogwarts for?" he asked, his eyes narrowed in my direction.

"I was expelled actually" I replied, not breaking eye contact with the boy.

"What for?" he asked, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning casually against the door frame.

"That is none of your business" I replied, unconsciously bring my right arm across my stomach and placing my hand on my left forearm.

He raised his elegant eyebrows at me, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.

"Why won't you tell me?" he asked, stepping forward so he was a mere inch away from me now.

"I don't even know your name, I don't know you, why would I tell you?" I asked, raising my own perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him now.

"Fair enough, I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he said, shrugging as he held his hand out to me.

I grasped his pale hand, looking quickly at his perfectly manicured nails "Nice to meet you Malfoy".

"I will see you in the morning, looks like you have all the same classes as me" Draco said, a smirk crossing his face as he handed me my class schedule. "It gives me a chance to get to know you better, and then I can find out why you were expelled".

"Yeah, maybe, but I really don't think I will tell you anyway" I said, walking past him and into my room.

"We'll see" he said, a small smile playing across his face as he turned to leave, closing the door softly behind him – his grey eyes flickering quickly toward my left arm.

"Hmm, looks like this school won't be so bad after all" I said aloud to myself as I curled up into the large four poster bed in the centre of the room. My mind travelling back to the way Draco Malfoy's eyes had flickered toward my left arm – no, there is no way he could know anything about that.