Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or creations by J.K Rowling etc etc

Summery: A new and mysterious girl appears at Hogwarts but she is not all that she seems. A member of an ancient and dangerous breed of demons she has been sent with one goal in mind. Will she fulfill this goal or will she defy her orders and follow her own path. Find out in her story as Rayne makes her impression on Hogwarts and captures the heart of a certain Slytherin along the way.

Warning: Rated M for language, violence, smut and fluff to come in later chapters.

Edited: 11/03/08

Introduction

Draco strutted confidently down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, his trademark smirk played on his lips and a wicked glint flashed in his silver-grey eyes this year was going to be perfect. He'd been made Slytherin Prefect giving him even more power over the pathetic students at that wretched school in fact his new position of power was really the only thing worth going back for and he was going to make damn sure he made the most of it.

He passed a few timid looking first years in the corridor and sent them scattering with a scathing glance, his lip curled in a disdainful sneer he didn't even need to open his mouth to command them away. A small and wicked chuckle escaped his lips before he turned to resume his search for Crabb and Goyle.

"Where are those two insolent goons?" He muttered softly to himself as he passed through the sliding doors into the next carriage. Gazing down the corridor he spied an unfamiliar figure sweep gracefully into a nearby compartment, but a second later three younger girls rushed out of that same compartment and fled hurriedly down the corridor, barging Draco out of the way as they rushed past. "Hey!" He shouted after them, but they had long disappeared before he'd gotten the chance to scold them or deduct any points.

With a scowl Draco headed towards the compartment, preparing to berate the person who'd sent the scurrying first years crashing into him, at least then he'd feel some satisfaction in intimidating somebody, if not the little wretches that had barged into him then the person who had caused them to run in the first place would have to do.

A stern glare set in his cold grey eyes, he slid the door open roughly and, sneering, he stepped into the compartment.