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He Was The Poet, While She Was The Muse...

Draco and Shae have been worst enemies ever since first year. But when a terrible affliction unlike anyone has ever seen wracks Shae, and Draco starts doing things that suggest some ulterior motive, things start to get a little odd...

Chapter 1: All Aboard

"Shit," I whispered, stopping mid-stride and promptly turning on my heel. "I forgot to get that new friggin' potions textbook."

"Shae, we only have half an hour to get to the train station! We don't have enough time to go all the way back to Flourish and Blotts!" Hermione shouted, quite obviously annoyed.

I was already racing down the road.

"Sorry," I mumbled, shoving aside a posse of cackling old witches, who looked at me with disdain. Shops flew past me, and other wizards and witches on the streets looked at me like I was some sort of freak. I breathed a sigh of relief after passing Gringotts - it signaled to me that I was very close to my destination. Sweat dripped down my face, trying desperately to cool me down, but never succeeding. When, at last, I passed Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, I was raggedly breathing and bent over, hands on my knees. After a few minutes of leaning against the wall of Madam Malkin's, catching my breath, I shakily stood up and stretched, remembering what I had first come here for.

I fast-walked up to the huge bookstore, not forgetting the fact that we didn't have much time to get to the train station. I pushed the door open and strode towards the counter. "Excuse me, where are the Hogwarts textbooks for 6th years?"

The thin, gangly store clerk pointed to the oddly dark southeast corner of the room. "Just over there. It's a bit dark - we usually keep the books that like the dark over there, see. I apologize."

"It's alright," I said, not really caring about what the clerk was saying. Huge bookshelves towered over me, kind of imposing, really. Some of them stared at me with furious eyes, others whispered evil things under their breaths, and others just sat there like regular Muggle books. On any other day, I could have spent hours reading and looking at everything in here, but at the moment, I had somewhere to be - and I had to be there fast. I checked my watch while walking. I had 20 minutes left.

The clerk was right; the corner here was dark. I could barely see a thing, and I wasted half a minute waiting impatiently for my eyes to adjust. I crouched down, my fingers running over the titles, at last coming across a very old-looking Potions For The Advancing Wizard. "Thank god," I muttered. Just as I was standing up, book in arm, a strong hand grabbed my wrist and spun me around. Just as I was about to yell out, another hand clamped over my mouth, cutting off whatever I was just about to shout. As soon as my eyes caught a glint of platinum-blonde hair flashing in a small ray of light beaming in through the window, I slapped his hands away, instantly knowing who it was.

"Fancy seeing you here, Finchley."

"I could say the same thing, Malfoy."

"That you could."

"Look, can you please let me go?" I asked, seeing as he was blocking my way out. "I kind of have to get to the train station, like, right now."

"I guess I'll have to save all of the insults I've come up with for school, then?"

"Looks like it, asshole."

He smirked, letting the insult go like it was a mosquito buzzing around. He folded his arms and leaned lazily on one of the nearby shelves. "Nice seeing you too, Finchley. Thanks for the wonderful greeting."

"You're welcome," I yelled back, while paying my 5 sickles to the just shook his head, smirking all the while.

And that was the end of my first encounter with my absolute worst enemy since the end of 5th year.

After that, I ran without stopping, it only occurring to me once that Malfoy should be getting to the train station as well, although he looked like he had no intentions of leaving the shop in a hurry. "That's Malfoy for you, I suppose..." I mumbled, thinking to myself.

In a few minutes, I found myself face to face with a very angry Hermione.

"You could have ordered a copy and just borrowed one from the potions room until it came in the mail! You never think things out, and because of that, there's not going to be any seats left on the train!! Why do you have to always..." After a solid 5 minutes of Hermione ranting, and Harry, Ron, and I running with her silently (and about to burst into laughter the whole time), we jumped into the Weasley's vehicle and drove off to King's Cross Station - arriving exactly 2 minutes before the train was scheduled to leave.

"Just... fucking... go... through... the... damn... wall, Ron." He had never liked walking through the walls, and now was no exception. "If you're not going to fucking go through the fucking wall, I'm going first."

"Suck my dick."

"Sorry, I'd rather not," I said, too annoyed to laugh. Before Ron had a chance to say another word, I was already sprinting towards the wall, pushing my trolley far ahead of me. As I ran, I heard Ron exclaim,

"Fuck you, Shae."

This time, I laughed a little. Hearing Ron curse was still odd, even after all of the years I'd known him. Suddenly, a chill crept over me, and I knew I had passed through the seemingly made-of-stone-wall. I breathed in the smoke, feeling at home immediately. "It's good to be back."

Just then, Ron materialized right where I had just been standing, emitting a steady stream of 'Fuck you's and 'Why'd you have to fucking do that for?'s.

I laughed deeply.

"Let's go," I breathed as soon as my laughing fit was over and Harry and Hermione had joined us. We walked on the train, dreading the fact that there was probably going to be no seats left open. We looked into every window, hoping with all of our mights that there would be at least one compartment that wasn't filled yet.

Our hopes were answered.

"Well, that was lucky," said Harry quietly. I thought to myself that that was probably the first time he'd spoken for quite a while. We filed in, thankful.

I hauled all of my bags, books, etc. onto the empty seat next to me and sighed. "Well, I definitely got my workout today!"

"You have no idea how lame that sounded," Harry said with a grin.

I shoved him playfully. "Thanks a lot."

Just then, the compartment door slid open to reveal a sleek figure wearing all black.

One with platinum blonde hair.

"Well, look who made it just in time for the train to leave? The Golden Trio and their moronic friend, Shae."

All were aboard the Hogwarts Express.

* NOTE FOR READERS: Chapter 2 should be written and posted by the end of this week, if I decide not to be lazy, and if Leah (The-Fan-Who-Lived) decides to put it up. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, as it will definitely help me write better in the future. Sorry the part where Shae is running toward Flourish And Blotts' was so fast, but I really thought it would drag down the story. ALSO there will be a lot more of Draco in the coming chapters. I wanted to start off slow and keep him in character, so please do not complain about that. THANKS FOR READING!!!*