Hey guys! Some of you know this story. I've made some grammatical corrections. For those who are new, this is my first HP series. I hope you enjoy the story. R & R's are very much appreciated.

Tick, tick, tick.

Every day at this school was making me sick. To be perfectly honest, I can't stand Hogwarts. I could not wait until I could get as far away from this place as humanly possible.

"Three more years", I thought as I tapped my quill in rhythm to the large clock in the Professor Flitwick's class. The man was a whack job. I found it useful not listen to his lessons at all. He was far to chipper for my liking and he always stood on top of a large stack of thick books. It was amusing when I was a first year, distracting as a second year, and just a bother as time went on.

I sighed and pulled my brown hair over my left shoulder and wrote down the notes from the large blackboard. Boring. I made sure to stay clear of any drama. Harry seemed to be a definite no, no. His friends stuck to him like clue. I was a Slytherin anyway, so that wasn't a problem. Draco, the most popular Slytherin at Hogwarts, has never seemed to care for me much. I may have done a project with him a year or so ago. I couldn't imagine anything that would make our lives click together though. My parents were far away from anything that his parents were involved with, so I had nothing to worry about. I huffed in relief, relaxing my shoulders as the bell rang. I closed my text book, stuffed it and my notes into my bag and walked into a crowd of kids. They all headed for the Great Hall for lunch, but I walked down to the dungeons, right to the Slytherin common room. I sat down on a soft chair and opened up a book.

Boring, boring, boring. I'm always stuck in my own head. I really should get out more.

Poke, poke.

"Hey, you're Emma, right?"

I peered up. It was Draco Malfoy. I felt the crease in my forehead scrunch up. Did I not just go over the fact that I didn't want Draco Malfoy in my life? I wanted nothing at all. I needed nothing. My parents weren't around me enough to care whether or not they were here. Nothing seemed relevant to me.

"Yes, what do you want?" I asked a bit coldly. He smirked. I hated that smirk. I was pretty sure that everyone hated it except the dumb, drooling bimbos (Pansy, the main bimbo).

"A few first years had a letter for you. I didn't think you would want them coming up to you, so I decided to make your day."

"By bullying first years?"

"By letting you speak with me, of course."

I scoffed and grabbed the letter from his outstretched hand. I began tearing it open without looking at the address. I got out of the chair and began walking to the girls' dorm, glancing at Draco and his little henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle. Isn't it weird how it's always the two of them together? They would make a cute couple. Odd. But cute.

"Draco, I don't care if you ever speak to me. I really-"

I broke off mid-sentence. I was reading the letter for a second time. My hands went numb as if they were paralyzed by the letter in them. I re-read it again. Are they serious? I glanced at Draco in horror and back at the note from my clearly insane parents.

Dear Emma,

How are you doing dear? Your father and I have wonderful news for you. We are back from our exhibition in Egypt. We'll be able to spend much more time with you from now on. We are on a new job, a different kind of job. Your father will be working closely with Mr. Malfoy, so we will like for you to get to know their son better. I hope that you already know him, Draco Malfoy. He's in your house and year, so there will be no trouble I presume. I hope that you are well.

With all my love,

Mummy

I shook my head and ripped the letter in two. My brown eyes glared at Draco. His smirked widened and I could tell that he already knew the contents of the letter before I even arrived. He just wanted to see my expression. I hope he took a picture. I could make it come to life and decimate him. I walked back to the bottom of the stairs and threw the papers in his face.

"Is this some kind of joke?" I spat.

He was angry, but not as much as I was. "No, it's not." He grabbed both my arms and pulled me so close to him that his short blond hair was falling on my face. I struggled against him. He pulled me closer and put his lip on my ear, "Your father is now officially a Death Eater."

My stomach dropped. Draco's eyes were taunting, but I could tell that he was telling the truth. I shoved him away from me and ran up the stairs as quickly as my wobbly legs would allow. I couldn't seem to make my legs go fast enough. I could still hear three derisive idiotic sniggers. I threw my door open. My only roommate, Kim, was making out with a boy. How she got him up here, I don't know. I didn't care.

"Get out!" I told him. I didn't wait for either of them to respond. I threw his shirt on the outside of the door. Kim scowled and left the room with the boy. I slammed the door. I couldn't register anything in my mind. I needed time to think this through and I couldn't think at this very moment. I couldn't function properly. I laid in my bed and pushed my face into my silvery pillow. I probably screamed. I don't know. I eventually drifted away into sleep.

I woke up the next day with a throbbing headache. Not thinking does that to me. While thinking too much made other people's head hurt, it was the other way around for me.

My entire body felt numb. I got dressed in a haze. I didn't notice anything about that day until it was the afternoon and I realized that it was Saturday. I decided not to go to Hogsmeade. I desperately needed some sugar in me, but I'd do anything to avoid seeing Draco again.

I had no such luck. The moment I sat down in the courtyard to eat my lunch in peace, up walks Draco Malfoy in all his jack ass glory. I crisscrossed my legs and groaned as he took a seat next to me.

"So, your parents want us to be friends now." He said, popping a grape in his mouth.

"So, my parents are idiots." I responded with as much ignorance as I could muster in my foggy mind. I tried to scoot away from him. The ledge of the fountain didn't seem big enough at the moment. The school didn't seem big enough to escape him.

He laughed and sat back so he was on his elbows gently nudging my legs. "You shouldn't say that about your parents. It might come back to bite you in the ass."

"Sure, and then I'll get something to bite you in the ass. Now let me eat my lunch in peace."

"Sure, but now that we're friends there's a couple of-"

I swallowed hard and bulged my eyes out, trying to contain the sudden instinct to hit him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. We," I pointed between me and him, "are not friends. We're not even acquaintances. Leave me alone."

"I'm bloody Draco Malfoy. You don't know who you're dealing with."

"I don't care if you're You-Know-Who. Both of you can rot in hell."

The playful glint in his eye hardened and filled with a cold glare. His sat straight up and inclined his head towards me. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes I-"

He brushed a strand of my hair back into place. I felt his warm hand on my cheek and his eyes softened again. My mind went foggy again. What did I say? My mind really wasn't working. For a moment, only a moment, I understood what it was to be Pansy under the hypnotic gaze of Draco's icy blue eyes.

"No you don't."

"How so?" We were close again. His hand fell down to my neck. He seemed to watch his hand as he explained with careful precision. He was whispering to my face.

"Your father is one of the most talented wizards in Europe. His world studies have given him secrets to the most powerful spells and potions to ever come into existence. The Dark Lord wanted to recruit him. He... let's just say your father didn't say no. He's working alongside my father now. He's a Death Eater."

"Why? My father never had any interest before."

"He values what he has too much to let The Dark Lord destroy it."

I shook my head. It seemed to clear as I did so. My father would give the greatest secrets to a man who wanted to ruin his life, my life? My family was suddenly wrapped in everything that I didn't want to be a part of. I felt everything at once. My chest tightened up. I was suddenly aware of how close Draco was to me. I pushed his hand away and drew my knees up to my chest. The claustrophobia only worsened.

"So, what happens now?" I asked hollow as I turned to him. He was smirking again. "What?"

"Just like I said. You and I will be the best of friends."

"Ugh, I doubt it. I never had a reason to hate you before, but now I can clearly say it. I hate you Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, you'll love me soon enough… Soon enough, Emma Clarissa Paniettiere."

Oh, god. He knows my name. I groaned banging my head on my knees. What had my parents done to me? I suddenly realized that the only thing that I had cared about was my sanity. Now that was gone. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

That's it. So this chapter was revised a bit. I didn't change it too much because I want to remember what my style was back when I originally wrote it. It's a lot different my stories now.