Take it to the Limit

Summary: A/U, O/C; I was looking for a way to be accepted as a True Slytherin before Graduation. It started out as a bet. A simple bet to prove I was better at catching a guy than Bridget was. Of course, everything is different when the guy you are betting on is Draco Malfoy.

Disclaimer: I own Lexis, Bridget, Brooke, and everyone you don't recognize, the rest are JK Rowling's

Prologue: Tolerated.

Alexis Anderson. Lexis K. Anderson. Lexis, the protector of men. It would figure that my name would mean that. I don't know how many guys I have crawling at my feet, begging for my help.

I'm known as Academic Alexis. Like the name? I thought of it myself. You see, I run a risqué little business behind the teacher's back. Any essay, potion, charm, or project you need, you can get from me. Of course, there's a catch. There is always a catch. The price is high (the higher the price; the higher the grade) and you must be in my debt. I have people all over the school willing to do favors for me for one free essay.

Of course, I couldn't possibly run this business by myself. That's were Brooke Doster comes in. Brooke and I have been best friends since first year and business partners since third year. We do absolutely everything together. Well, almost everything.

My mom's family is a well to do, rich, pureblood family. The snobbiest people you'll ever meet in your life. Of course, I'm not truly considered one of them. I'm not welcomed, I'm tolerated. Why am I not welcomed? My mom messed up. To her parents and siblings she made the biggest mistake in her life. To her, she's simply in love. She married a half-blood. (My grandfather was a muggle.) Added dirt to our blood. Removed us from the list of the purest purebloods. She did it all, and couldn't be happier about it.

Of course, she made it bloody hard for me to make it. In first year, I was sorted into Slytherin. I knew I would be. My whole family was in Slytherin. It's in my blood. Part of it.

You see, just about everyone in the Wizarding World has heard of my family's down fall. After all, we were the most respectable wizards. We were higher than the Parkinsons, the Huer-woods, and The Malfoys. We had a say in everything that went on. My grandparents still do. Of course, they have practically dis-owned Mom, Dad, and me.

But getting back to just Hogwarts, I was consider the lowest form in the Slytherin house. Once again, I was not immediately welcomed to there groups, I was tolerated. I had to work twice as hard to make a name for myself. Of course, it meant lying a lot, but I was willing to go through the tortures of hell if it meant earning respect and power. It's not a very healthy attitude, is it? But that doesn't mater. I will earn my right to be considered a true Slytherin, and this being my seventh year; I had better get a step on it.

"Ok," I said as I sat down to breakfast on a bright Monday morning, "Fill me in with the latest gossip."

Brooke swallowed her mouthful of toast she was currently eating, "Oh, I have a bucket load to tell you."

I grinned and took a small sip of her pumpkin juice, "Well, go on. Tell me."

She snatched the cup from my hand, "Well, I hear from a good source that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley have gotten together for good."

I wrinkled my nose, "Why do I want to hear about that stupid walking disaster? Besides, that's old news everyone knew it would happen."

"Well, the other houses never get tired of talking about him. He is what they call a dream boat." In our small illegal business, Brooke was the connector. She spread the word to other houses through her long line of friends. She was always up on the latest gossip.

"Why because he's going to beat the dark lord?" I sneered, "So what? When I find a guy I want him to bow to my power."

"Power?" A voice said from behind me, "Surely you don't mean your pathetic excuse for a life."

I glared hard straight ahead recognizing the voice, "Draco Malfoy, always a pleasure." I said with such sarcasm it should be outlawed.

He sat in the empty seat next to mine giving me my first sight of him, "Lexis Anderson, always a disgust."

Draco Malfoy and I had never gotten along good. Especially since the Malfoys were one of the first to turn on our family after finding out my mother married into dirtier blood. Me and Draco had been trading insults ever since the first day of Hogwarts. Blood hell, it was probably even before that! I continued to glare as he turned to Brooke.

He gave her an award winning smile, "Brooke Doster. You are looking lovely today." Brooke giggled and opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off.

"Cut the crap, Malfoy. What do you want?"

"Touché." He stretched his arms over his head, "Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'm only here on business."

"My knickers aren't in a twist." I huffed, "I'm just impatiently awaiting the moment you leaving."

He smirked, "No need to be embarrassed, love. I often have a big effect on girl's knickers." His arrogance greatly annoys me.

"What? They get so scared when they see your big ugly face come they piss themselves?" I chuckled at my own joke, but Draco just glared at me.

"Fine. If you don't want my money, I'll just take my business else where." He began to stand up.

"Wait!" I said quickly, "What business?"

The smirk reappeared on his face, "You are known as Academic Alexis, right?" I nodded and he continued, "Well...I need a potion."

I raised an eyebrow, "You need a potion?"

He nodded, "Yes. I need a poly juice potion. As soon as possible, and don't screw it up."

"Are you telling me that the head boy can not make a poly juice potion? Merlin, the person who picked you must have been drunk."

Draco clenched his jaw tight, "It isn't that I can't make it. It's that I don't have the time with all my current activities."

"Exactly why do you need a poly juice potion?"

Draco grinned, "Let's just say it's to make nightly pleasures a little bit more exciting." For some odd reason his statement made me blush deeply, and from the way he was chuckling I'm positive Draco noticed it.

"Fine, but it's going to cost you." I said standing up and signaling for Brooke to follow suite. She did as I asked, but looked a little reluctant.

"Name your price." Draco said pulling out his pocket book.

"31 galleons."

"You're insane. It isn't worth that much."

"Fine," I smiled looking down at him, "I don't have to make it." He growled, "It better be the best bloody poly juice potion." He pulled the money from his wallet and handed it to me, "Stupid witch."

"That's bitch, dear."

A/n: I decide it was time to post it. I hope to get a good response on it. After all, reviews motivate me to write more. But who doesn't get motivated by people liking their story? I'm rambling, aren't I? Well, I hope you like it. Please Review!