This is my other story. It's about Draco Malfoy. These chapters will be somewhat short until, hopefully, later on. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter1: The Other Lockwood

Aubrey Marie Lockwood sat in an empty compartment with her freckled nose buried in a book. She was studying already and school hadn't even started, but that was her way. It was like that since her first year. And now here she was in her 6th and things had yet to change. Aubrey raised her thin hand and moved her chestnut hair that kept falling into her face. Another screech followed by a giggle was heard outside of the compartment; Aubrey sighed and looked to the glass window. This year she was a Prefect. By some strange twist of fate, McGonagall sent her a letter congratulating her on her being chosen for the job. At first she thought it was a joke but realized it wasn't when her mother took her shopping for clothes that made her look 'professional' instead of making her wear her older sisters hand-me-downs. Aubrey still wore the hand-me-downs though; they made her feel more like her perfect sister, Leslie. What with her long perfectly straight dark brown hair, her pretty light blue eyes, non-freckly skin, and perfect body. The only thing she felt confident in, that her sister didn't have, was smarts. Her large amount of knowledge is what landed her into Ravenclaw, not her sisters Hufflepuff.

The train jolted again and the compartment door opened violently. Her pale green eyes snapped up to see Hermione Granger and her two friends: Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. A smile small cracked onto her light olive face and she scooted closer to the window.

"Hello, Hermione...Ronald, Harry." Aubrey said sheepishly then brought her legs up to her chest and the book onto the tops of her knees.

"Aubrey, good to see you. Do you mind if we sit with you? Our compartment was-"

"Sure, go right ahead" The awkward girl before them rushed. They inched inside and sat down on the seats; Hermione next to Aubrey and Harry and Ron across from them.

"Thanks. So...how was your summer?" Ron asked, he was attempting to be kind.

"It was nice. I helped my sister with her wedding" The Ravenclaw girl said. Harry began to show a dreamy look, he nudged Ron who nodded with the same look. Aubrey sighed and looked back to her book and mentally cursed herself for ever bringing up her perfect sister. Boys tended to forget about her when it came to her sister.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good summer. Did you do anything else?" Hermione questioned, she could tell her friend was uncomfortable.

"Not really" Aubrey said tightly. It was obvious she didn't want to talk anymore. Yes, Aubrey did love her sister. In fact she was her best friend, but Leslie was perfect while...she just wasn't. As the ride went on, Harry and Ronald decided to get snacks, they offered her some but she politely refused with a slight shake of her head. The only thing she could think of was why she had fallen for The Boy Who Lived their first two years at Hogwarts. Now that she looked back she couldn't help but think she was disturbed. "Hm?" Harry asked, the leg of a chocolate from hanging from his mouth. Pushing back the bile that was threatening its way up, Aubrey looked back to her book.

"We're almost at the school, we should change into our robes" Hermione informed about an hour later to the small group.

"Okay, come on Ron" Harry offered, the three of them began to leave but Hermione looked back to Aubrey.

"Do you want to-" She stopped when she noticed the sheepish girl was already in her school uniforms. Hermione smiled sadly at her nervous friend who just pulled up the loose hanging sock around her ankle. "Sorry about the boys" Hermione apologized; Aubrey shrugged and awkwardly crossed her legs.

"It's fine. Happens all the time, thanks though" Aubrey said with a forced smile. Hermione nodded and left the compartment and closed the door on her way out. Aubrey let out a sigh of relief and let her head fall loosely to the back of the chair. "How could I be so stupid?" She snapped. She promised herself she wouldn't let Leslie be the star this year, especially since she wasn't even here. All Aubrey could do was turn her anger towards the Gryffindor boys. Aubrey never really did like many Gryffindor's. They were cocky, just like the house they accused of it the most, Slytherin. Aubrey couldn't help but sometimes wish she was in her family house, Slytherin. The Lockwood family was made up of strictly Purebloods, and she was raised like one. No, her family wasn't mega wealthy like the Malfoys or the Parkinsons, but they were pretty well off. Aubrey's parents weren't heartless either, they were kind and loving people who respected and cared for people of all bloodlines. Their daughters could date any bloodline, but couldn't marry any other than Pureblood, which is why they arranged their eldest daughter's marriage to some wealthy high paid wizard. So is the fickleness of the Lockwood's.

Aubrey closed her eyes for what felt like a second and was awoken when she felt a jolt that almost threw her from her seat. "We're here" Hermione said then placed a hand on her friends hand. She nodded and quickly wiped the sleep from her eyes. When she gathered her books that were conveniently sprawled across the floor, the compartment was empty; which meant Aubrey had to walk, yet again, by herself to a carriage. The bird like girl scurried through the quickly emptying halls till she bumped into a tall dark figure, her books almost flew from her arms.

"Watch where you're going, Mudblood" None other than the famous Draco Malfoy warned. Aubrey looked up and almost melted into a puddle on the spot.

"I...I...sorry" She mumbled then rushed past the handsome bully. When she turned the corner all she could do was mutter curses under her breath. Yet another perfect was to start of the year.

After the awkward ride to the black lack and ride across it with a group of first years, Aubrey was already ready to go back home. The ride across the Black Lake was quick yet tiring. Aubrey had to constantly assure the first years that they wouldn't be eaten by the 'lake monster'. Feeling eyes on her back, the Ravenclaw turned slowly to see a boat of Slytherins snickering and talking in hushed tones; Pansy Parkinson was the ring leader. Aubrey turned back quickly to her flock and let out a shaky sigh.

That night as Aubrey stared at herself in the mirror, she looked at her small face from different angles. She hoped that maybe with a small tilt she would be 'pretty' or at least bearable to look at. Annoying fuzzy curls spilled into her face despite the fact she pulled her hair back. "Damn you" She joked quietly then sighed when she realized there was nothing she could do with the mop of hair. Aubrey let the hair fall back to her chest and bit her lip as she imagined that someone actually liked her curls. That someone actually enjoyed her freckles and the way she snorted when she laughed to hard; the only person who came to mind was Draco Malfoy. Aubrey rolled her eyes at her childish thought and left the bathroom slowly. This year, since Aubrey was a Prefect, she was given her own room; it was a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because now she didn't have to worry about someone going through her things or moving her books. A curse because now she was alone; one of her worse fears. She'd suck it up if it meant she got to keep her gigantic comfortable bed.

That night while Aubrey slept, visions of Draco telling her he adored her and that he was a fool for overlooking her during school swam through her head. In case you over looked it, Aubrey Lockwood loved Draco in secret. Love might be too strong of a word seeing as how she'd never come close to having a conversation with him. Liked with a strong passion would probably be best. This year would be different though; she'd talk to him and develop a friendship with the Slytherin sex god. This was Aubrey Marie Lockwood's year.