HUGE author's note, PLEASE read :)

So this is a Malfoy/OC story that I started writing years ago on Quizilla. I think I spent nearly three and a half years working on it, but it got to the point where I didn't know where the story was going anymore, was starting to not like what I'd written so far, and had a terrible case of writers block. That and I started university, and I just didn't have time to write anymore as I adjusted to university levels of homework. However, I'd always been annoyed at myself for giving up on it and not doing any writing on it at all for the last three years. I'd debated posting it on here for probably the last year so that I could continue writing something now, and still have some sort of interest, which I'm sure wouldn't happen on Quizilla, as all my faithfuls have most likely abandoned me. I've finally decided that I am going to start posting here, but I'm going to go through and edit a lot of it (reasons being that how I wrote as a fourteen year old and how I wrote as an eighteen year old made my characters almost sound like they had crazy personality changes from the beginning to where I ended up stopping. That and Malfoy was becoming just too OC for my liking.) Therefore, even though I have nearly sixty chapters written on my computer, I'm still probably only going to post every week to two weeks, as that is how long it will probably take me to edit on the side, when I'm not doing crazy amounts of research papers and such.

For those of you who recognize or have read this story from Quizilla, there will most likely be a couple of noticeable changes from the original which I'm sure you will notice if you remember the story. Not huge plot changes mind you, but changes that I felt would help the story flow better in my mind, and which also don't bog things down with their triviality. Without spoiling anything serious, I dropped the fact that her eyes change color with her emotions. I'd always had a hard time incorporating that, and so it hardly ever got mentioned anyways.

Now, for those of you who have never been on Quizilla and read it there, yes, I'm well aware that there is well liked story on here where the main character's name is Skye, but I swear to you I came up with the name myself before I'd even started reading on Fanfiction, so it's not like I stole it. But if you still don't like the common names, I still don't really care, this story isn't so important to me that I'll take offense from criticism or flames.

Another important note: I started writing this story back when Order of the Phoenix was the latest book out, so since this takes place in everyone's seventh year, almost everything would be considered AU; nothing follows the sixth and seventh's plot lines. Also, it's been a while since I seriously sat down and read an HP book, so I sincerely apologize if some of the other canon characters and situations I mention are completely oc. I am not going to take the time to research behaviours and backgrounds, so tough cookies.

Positive comments and criticism will always be welcome!

PS, I'm not sure i did the author's note part right. If I did it wrong, let me know so i can fix it!

Anyhoo, on with the story!

My main OC (other OCs will be introduced in the chapters in which they first appear):

Skye Cierra Himmel

17 years old

About 5'5", slim build

Has blue/green eyes and long, slightly wavy reddish hair.

7th year at Hogwarts.

In Slytherin

Really smart (the Slytherin version of Hermione Granger, but a pureblood).

She is an only child, and lives with just her mother, Eve (short for Evelyn). They don't know where her father is, he disappeared when she was very young.

Chapter 1:

"Skye, WAKE UP! We're going to be late if you don't get moving!"

I opened my eyes and rolled over to look at the clock. 6:30. Holy hell…

I growled. How can my mother be awake at this hour? Is she insane?

"SKYE! Do you hear me?"

"Yes mother, I can hear you perfectly fine. No need to yell!"

I rolled clumsily out of bed and staggered over to my closet. I flipped through it lazily and eventually pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then shuffled into the bathroom. I threw the hot water on full blast and stepped into the shower, still half in a daze.

Ten minutes later I was slightly more awake. Reluctantly, I stepped out of the shower and started readying myself for the day. Swiping moisture off of the mirror, I began putting on my make-up, then started on brushing out my hair. I must have spaced out at some point, because all of a sudden I was startled by my mother pounding on the door.

"Skye Ciera Himmel! Stop staring at yourself in the mirror and come downstairs! I don't want us to be late!"

I took one last look in the mirror, and satisfied with my appearance, I whipped open the door. I half-glared at my mother, who looked about ready to hit the door again. "I'm going as fast as I can Mother, you know I'm not a morning person." I glanced over her shoulder at my clock, which read ten to seven. "Plus, I hardly doubt we're going to be late. I mean, it's still bloody early in the morning."

She glared back for a moment, but then she quickly smiled back. "I know. Just hurry up and come downstairs so you can eat breakfast before it gets cold." Then she turned and left my room.

I rubbed a hand tiredly over my face, before gathering my pajamas up and throwing them across the room onto my bed. Then I followed my mother's example and headed downstairs.

In the kitchen, my mother was standing in front of the stove, one hand on her hip, the other flipping a pancake in the pan. She paused, and turned to me with a smile. "Finally, you emerge from your room." I stuck my tongue out at her, and then sat down. Before she turned back to the stove, she said, "as soon as we eat breakfast, we'll leave for Diagon Alley."

I sighed dramatically. The idea of shopping so early in the morning was positively daunting in my opinion. It's not that I didn't like shopping, but I preferred that it was when I was more conscious. "Why do we have to be there so early?"

She continued fixing breakfast as she answered. "Because you know how quickly Diagon Alley turns into a mad house."

I nodded, then realized that she couldn't see me, so I voiced my thoughts out loud. "I suppose you have a point. I don't want to have to deal with those crowds any more than you do."

She made a noise in agreement, then added, "Plus, I promised I would meet your Aunt Zabini early for tea."

I groaned. "Am I going to have to spend the whole day with just you two?" then added sarcastically "It's not that I don't love both of you and everything, but…"

My mother laughed, "No, it's not going to be just us. She's dragging along Blaise to do his school shopping too."

I relaxed. Blaise may have been just my cousin, but since we'd grown up so close, he was almost like a brother to me. Sometimes he took that 'responsibility' too seriously, but most of the time I didn't mind. We were both only children and it was nice to have some sort of other close family to rely on.

"Well that's good I guess. At least I'll have a companion in my misery."

"You're hilarious, Skye."

I giggled. "I try. I just hope we don't bump into Malfoy. Given the two options, I think I would rather hang out you and Aunt Zabini."

Placing a plate of pancakes in front of me, she shook her head at me. "I still don't understand why you don't get along with that boy. His mother and I used to get along fine when we went to school together. And you get along with Blaise fine, and he's Draco's best friend."

Cutting up the pancakes, I ate a few before answering. "Well, Malfoy is not Blaise. Nor is his mother, for one thing. I think the only thing that he may have gotten from her is his, and I admit this grudgingly, looks. But that certainly doesn't make up for the fact that he's been acting like a spoiled brat since first year. He struts around like he owns half the school, and if you're not with him, he seems to think you're against him, and then he just picks on you." I waved my fork in my mother's direction. "For instance, because I think he's an arrogant prat, he picks on me and my friends. Not as badly as the Gryffindors mind you, but still enough to give me a good reason not to like him.

She looked at me for a moment, then patted me on the shoulder. "That's nice dear. Eat quickly dear, I want to get to the Leaky Cauldron by 7:30."

I nodded, then muttered under my breath "Morning person…" Then I tucked into the rest of my pancakes.

As soon as I was finished breakfast, my mother whisked the plate away and into the sink where they began cleaning themselves.

"Skye, run up to your room and get your supply list. When you come back down, wait for me by the fireplace."

I sighed for the umpteenth time that morning, "Yes mother."

I ran up the stairs and into her room. After several minutes of digging through piles, I found it shoved in a book as a bookmark. Tucking my wand into my pocket, I left the room and headed back downstairs.

My mother was already waiting by the fireplace by the time I traipsed into the family room.

"Thought I'd lost you to your room again," she said with a smirk, "What took you so long?"

"Couldn't find my school list. I'd been using it as a bookmark, apparently."

She gave me a look that clearly said 'what will I do with you', then grabbed the jar of floo powder off the mantle. "Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I replied sarcastically, "You know how much I hate floo powder."

My mother smiled, remember all the mishaps I'd had with floo powder over the years. "Would you like to go first, or shall I?"

I thought for a moment. "You can go first. I don't want to have to worry about you landing on top of me when I get there." I huffed. "I can never get out of the way fast enough."

She laughed, "This is true." With a quick flick of her want she lit the fireplace. Then she turned and threw a handful of Floo Powder onto the fire, turning it a bright green. She stepped in and said, "The Leaky Caldron!" Within the blink of an eye, she was gone from my sight.

I grabbed a handful of powder, then threw it on the fire. I hesitated for a moment. "Merlin, can't wait until I can apparate. I hate traveling by Floo Powder…" Then I stepped into the green flames and yelled, "The Leaky Caldron!"

Hope you enjoyed!