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The Emerald Sword Prophecy

Written by Slytherin Godess

Contact Me at SlytherinGodess@hotmail.com

Spoilers: SS/PS, COS, POA, GOF

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer:

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Book, Scholastic Books, and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary:

Harry & Co. final year at Hogwarts. A new girl arrives from Beaxbaton's, where she had been expelled because of a certain special ability. Harry and Hermione soon learn that she has the potential to be very dangerous, if on the wrong side. It is told mainly from the OC's P.O.V.

A/N:

This fic is a different version of my own Emerald Sword Prophecy fic, which only has One Chapter out. I was going to continue with the other, but it is written in first person, and I find that I cannot continue in such a way. Enjoy. Oh yes, and Draco seems a bit OOC, but that is because it is year 7, and I think he might have mellowed out a bit… besides, he probably isn't that awful to everyone, just the people he doesn't like… And don't give me she's a mary-sue crap because of the ending. Like it or not, it actually has a purpose!!

*~Chapter 1~*

Recollecting, Introducing, and Confrontations

Tyra Kline sat in an empty compartment of the Hogwarts Express, she had her knees pulled to her chest, and her long black hair was spilling over her shoulders, covering her like a cloak. To an observer, it might seem like she is crying, or in distress, though truly, she was just thinking. What seemed like a long time ago, though really, it was only six years, she had had her entire world flipped upside-down…

Tyra sat in 'her' corner of the orphanage's playroom, reading a large book entitled 'The Mists of Avalon' only taking her eyes off her book long enough to threaten anyone who came near her with a glare. Tyra had lived at this particular orphanage on the outskirts of Bordeaux since the age of three. Her mother had died at childbirth, and she had been put under the care of some Foster Parents until she turned three, and they had taken her to an orphanage, where they had hoped the pretty little girl would soon be adopted.

However, by the time she reached age eight, she had still not been adopted, and she had changed from a sweet little child into a pre-teen who was remarkably mature, and very high on Self Defense. Not once, in all her years of schooling, did she make a proper friend, though she made many a child go home crying, because they had either insulted her, or made a pass at her.

So she was understandably surprised when a shadow passed over her and her book, and she glanced up, expecting one of the older orphans, but instead, she found a very odd looking woman. The woman smiled at her, and spoke. "Can you show me to your room?" she asked, her violet eyes sparkling merrily. "I need to speak with you, in private." She added, glancing pointedly at the children surrounding her.

Something about the woman made the very un-trusting eleven year old feel that she could trust the woman in front of her, so, she nodded, stood up, book in hand, and started up a set of stairs leading to the room she shared with three other girls.

Tyra sat down on her bed, and watched the blonde woman make herself comfortable on a couch. She smiled at Tyra, and started digging in her purse. "My name is Malinda," she said as she pulled a large envelope out of her purse. "I am here to give you this." She waved the envelope in Tyra's face. Tyra took it, shooting a suspicious glare at Malinda as she tore it open.

The compartment door slid open, and Tyra pulled her head up. A boy with messy black hair and green eyes stood in the door. "Do you mind if we sit in here?" he asked. "All the other compartments are full." Tyra nodded at him, and he entered, followed closely by a girl with long brown hair and brown eyes.

The boy sat down on the bench across from her, and smiled. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is one of my best friends, Hermione Granger." Tyra smirked.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Tyra Kline." Harry looked slightly startled that she didn't make a big deal out of meeting 'The Harry Potter' and somewhat grateful.

Hermione pulled a book out of from her shoulder bag, and started reading. Harry looked at his friend, sighed, leaned back on the seat, and closed his eyes.

Dear Miss Kline,

You have been accepted to Beauxbaton's Magical Learning Institute. Enclosed is a list of your school supplies, and a letter from the Headmistress Maxime. Please note that school starts on September the second, and you should be at the Gare du Nord at 11:00 a.m. of that day,. We await your reply by owl no later than August 30.

Sincerely,

Deneter Keiff

Deneter Keiff

Deputy Headmaster

Tyra looked up at Malinda, her eyes narrowed. "Is this some kind of a joke?" she asked. "Magic does not exist, and if it did, wouldn't I be able to turn you into a toad or something?"

Malinda smiled. "Have you ever done anything that you can't explain?" she asked, calmly.

Tyra bit her lip, thinking hard. "Well, when I was in primary school, a girl in my class was yelling at me, calling me names, and her hair fell out…"

"That was magic," Malinda said, interrupting her.

Tyra crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't believe it." Malinda pulled a thin stick from her purse, and muttered 'Fleura Rosa' and a bunch of sparks shot out of the stick. They formed into the shape of a flower, and then hardened. Tyra tried to hide her amazement at seeing a blood red rose floating in the middle of the room. But stubbornly, she said, "I still don't believe it. I have seen people do it on T.V."

Malinda sighed, and waved the stick once more. The rose burst into flames, and subsided to ash, which flew out the open window. "Going to be difficult, aren't you?" she muttered. "Well, difficult children get difficult spells." She said, a smirk on her face. Before Tyra could move, she said "Petrificus Totalus," and her whole body froze.

Tyra glared at Malinda, but she just smiled. "We will be going to Diagon Alley. Now, I am going to take the body bind off of you in a moment…" she said, looking in her purse once more.

"No need." Said Tyra.

Malinda jumped up, and stared at Tyra, who was now standing in front of her, hands on her hips. "How… How did you get out of the bind?" she asked, her eyes wide.

Tyra smirked. "Can't everyone do that?" Malinda shook her head. "Well, I don't know why, it was easy." Malinda was about to say that she didn't even know it was possible, but Tyra spoke again. "Now take me to this Diagon Alley place and tell me what the hell is going on."

Malinda nodded, and walked out the door, shooting glances at Tyra every once in a while, but she was oblivious to them, as she was reading over her supply list.

"If you don't mind me asking, are you a first year, because you seem a bit old." Harry asked, pulling Tyra from her thoughts.

"Harry, I am 5'10 and you think I could be a first year?" Harry blushed, and Hermione looked up from her book.

"What year are you in, then?" she asked.

"Seventh." Tyra said, before laying her head back on her knees.

Harry looked over at her luggage, and asked "Is that your snake?"

Tyra looked up again. "Yes, his name is Lycanthe." She said, and she looked out the window, not even noticing the conversation Harry was having with her pet.

Malinda lead Tyra to a grubby little pub, and they sat down at a table, and Malinda ordered a pint of mulled mead for herself, and a mug of butterbeer for Tyra. "Why did we have to come all the way to Britain just to come to this place?" Tyra asked.

"Well, for one, the Leaky Cauldron has some off the best Mulled Mead in the country," she said, just as a witch brought them their drinks. "And for another, Diagon Alley is here."

"Dia what?" Tyra asked as she stared at the yellow substance in her mug suspiciously.

"Diagon Alley. Some of the best damn wizarding shops are located here."

"Oh."

"You can drink your Butterbeer, you know. It's really good." Malinda said over the top of her glass.

Tyra wrinkled her nose, and picked up the mug of golden Butterbeer. She took a small sip, and licked her lips. "This is good." She said, before taking another gulp.

Malinda laughed. "Of course it is."

Tyra sat the glass down, and looked around the pub. "What are they wearing those... weird dress things for?" she asked, spotting a man in purple robes.

"That's is what us wizards wear. They are called robes."

Tyra looked at the lurid robes in disdain. "I don't have to wear bright purple ones, do I?"

Malinda smiled. "Nope. Beauxbaton students wear light blue robes. Made of silk, very nice."

"Is this Beauxbaton's the only Wizarding School?" she asked.

"The only one in France. But Durmstrang is somewhere in Bulgaria, Hogwarts somewhere in Britain, Abodoea is in Spain, Salem Institute is in America."

"Is that all?"

"Nope, there is more, even I don't know about all of them…"

"Do you know anything about my parent's?" Tyra asked softly.

Malinda smiled sadly at her. "Your mother's name was Christine Kline, not sure who your father was."

"So you didn't know them?"

"Oh, I knew your mother well, but never your father. I don't think anyone but your mother knows who your father is. He might not even know about you. He left your mum before you were born." Malinda said, sighing. "Come on, let's get your school stuff, then we can get you settled in at my place."

Malinda stood up, and paid for the bill. Tyra raised an eyebrow at the funny coins. She walked out the side door, leading into an alleyway. "Why am I going to your place?" I asked.

"You will be staying there with me until you graduate from Beauxbaton's." I shrugged, and followed her through the entrance to Diagon Alley.

"What school did you go to before?" Harry asked her after he had tired of talking to Lycanthe.

"Beaxbaton's." Tyra replied, tiredly.

"Transfer then?" he asked.

"I guess you could say that." She replied, her voice muffled by her black Hogwarts robes.

Hermione looked up from her book. "I didn't think Hogwarts allowed students to transfer."

"They usually don't." Tyra replied, glaring at her through her robes. "I'm an exception."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Tyra snapped her head up. "Because I got expelled!" she said, and Harry was alarmed to see her eyes change from their original blue-gray to black.

"Oh." Hermione said, after a moment of silence.

Tyra laid her head back on her knees, remembering the fateful day that she got expelled.

Tyra was sitting on her bed, biting her lip nervously, thinking about the announcement Madame Maxine had made earlier that day.

"He-who-must-not-be-named has returned, it is now plainly obvious. He has been back for almost two years now, and I feel it is time to tell you all, what really happened, the night of the third task, two years ago." She said, standing on her podium in the middle of the hall. Whispers broke out among the students, some speaking of rumors they had heard about it, others speaking of Voldemort.

"When Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory took the Cup, they were transported to an unknown cemetery…" she started. The hall was silent, as she spoke of Cedric's death, Voldemort's re-birth, and Harry's escape. By the time she was done, many in the hall were stunned into silence, Tyra one of them.

Madame Maxine dismissed them, and they all returned to their dormitories, trying to pack for the journey home tomorrow, but failing miserably, as they were all to busy talking to their friends about Madame Maxine's story. Tyra, whose best friend Dimitri was in the hospital, desperately needed someone to talk to. So when she heard her other dorm mates leave the room, she turned to Lycanthe.

"Lycanthe," she said, prodding the silver and black snake. Lycanthe turned up to his owner, and blinked sleepily. "Madame Maxine told us about what really happened at the Tri-Wizard tournament two years ago…"

Someone screamed, and Tyra turned around, only to see the auburn hair of her dorm mate Lizzy as she raced down the corridor. "Shit," she said, before getting up. She pulled out her wand, expecting to do a memory charm, but when she reached the Common Room, she stopped dead in her tracks.

In front of her stood a very angry Headmistress, and Lizzy. "Miss Kline. You are 'ereby expelled from Beaxbaton's Learning Institute for being a Parslemouth." Tyra leaned back against the wall, her eyes wide.

"What is wrong with being able to speak with snakes?" she asked.

Madame Maxine's eyes flashed furiously. "Some of ze most famous dark witches and wizards in 'istory are ze only people who can speak with snakes. Salazar Slytherin and You-Know-Who included."

"So you think I'm a Dark Witch?" she asked, disbelieving.

"Nothing good ever came out of being able to speak with ze Devil's Own. You will not return to Beaxbaton's next year, but your wand will not be snapped. Consider yourself lucky." She said, as she stomped out of the room.

The compartment door slid open again, this time emitting a silver haired boy. He was rather handsome, with the same blue-gray eyes as Tyra's and finely chiseled features. However, his beautiful mouth was home to a disdainful sneer. "I heard another mudblood Parslemouth was coming to school this year. Figured she'd be with you, Potter." The boy drawled. "It isn't you, is it?" he asked, looking Tyra up and down.

Hermione and Harry both stood up, wands out.

"I am not a mudblood." I said quietly. "My mother was a witch, just as I."

The boy sneered. "What about your father. Is he a filthy muggle?"

"I have never met my father." She said, her eyes gleaming.

"Just what I thought, you are a mudblood, quit trying to hide it."

Tyra stood up and pulled her wand from her sleeve in one fluid motion. "What did you call me, boy?"

"Mudblood, dirty mud.." he was cut off by the flash of her wand, and he fell to the floor, his body stiff, but twisting as if he were in pain.

"Devadoure," she whispered, and he stopped writhing. She glared down at him. "Never ever call me a mudblood."

He got up, and scrambled into the corridor, Tyra following him. "You're eyes…" he whispered, his voice laced with dear. Tyra smirked at him, and stared at him, her bright red eyes making him wince.

She whorled around, and walked back into the compartment, slamming the door behind her.

Both Hermione and Harry were standing where she left them, their eyes wide. They sat down hastily in their seats when she stalked by. "Um, why exactly did you get expelled from Beauxbaton's?" he asked, looking slightly frightened, slightly awed.

"Don't worry, Potter. I didn't kill anyone. Yet." She muttered under breath.

Hermione looked at Tyra, pleading her to continue. Tyra sighed, and was about to comply, when Lycanthe sat up in his cage, pressing his flat nose against the bars. "The boy, he speaks." He hissed.

"Shut up, Lycanthe." She hissed back, before realizing she spoke out loud, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She turned to slowly look at Harry. Both he and Hermione were staring at her, mouths open. "Shit," she muttered, this time in English.

Harry and Hermione both opened their mouths to speak. "You're a Parslemouth?" they both asked. Tyra nodded slowly. Harry turned to Lycanthe "Is she a natural, or not?" he hissed.

Tyra looked over at the Boy Who Lived, her eyes wide. "You are a Parslemouth?" she asked. Harry nodded. "I had heard rumors… I was wondering what that prat was talking about," she said, glaring darkly at the door.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Er, well, yes. That was Draco Malfoy, nasty bugger that one is."

"Ah, a Malfoy. His father wouldn't happen to be Lucius Malfoy, would it?" Tyra asked. Hermione nodded. "Explains why he looks familiar."

Hermione just shook her head, "So, er, why were you expelled then?"

"Because I am a Parslemouth." She said simply.

"Oh."

"What did you mean when you asked Lycanthe whether or not I was a natural?" Tyra asked.

"Oh, well… erm… I am not a natural… I wasn't born with it."

Now it was Tyra's turn to say "Oh."

The conductor announced that they would be reaching Hogsmeade Station in 10 minutes and Harry and Hermione both got up. "We need to go get into our school robes. We'll see you in a bit." Hermione said, as they left the compartment.

Tyra sighed and grabbed her hat. She put it onto her head as the train pulled to a stop. After checking to make sure her wand was in its holder, she left the compartment, and joined the mass of students trying to exit the train.

Once she was out in the open, she took a few deep breaths, trying to get rid of the musty air the train had filled her lungs with. She whipped around, her wand out, when someone tapped her on the shoulder. Hermione stood behind her, her eyes wide.

Biting her lip, and inwardly scolding herself for being so jumpy, Tyra slid her wand back in place. "Bit jumpy today." She muttered as Harry joined them, a note in his hand and a frown on his face. Hermione turned from Tyra, and asked Harry what was wrong.

"Well, found out why Ron isn't here yet. Sort of." He said, scratching his head.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked him.

"He just said he was with his family, and he would be here tomorrow morning. Said it was something important… hope Voldemort didn't attack them or anything," he said, pocketing the parchment. Hermione bit one of her nails nervously, Harry, who noticed, pulled her hand gently from her mouth. "Don't worry, 'Mione, I am sure they are fine." She nodded, and Harry directed her towards the closest carriage.

Harry and Hermione got in, and two other boys followed them. Tyra shrugged inwardly, and started searching for an empty carriage. Once she found one, she jumped in and settled herself on the lumpy seat. The door opened a second after she had closed it, and Draco Malfoy popped his silver head in, paling slightly when he saw who it was.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, with an air of one not used to asking for what he wanted. "The other compartments are full." Tyra nodded, and he got in carefully, as though afraid he might soil his highly expensive robes.

The carriages started moving forward, and they sat in silence, until Draco spoke up. "So, are you a Parslemouth?" he asked, fully prepared to get cursed again. To his surprise, Tyra just nodded. "Oh, well, what House do you want to be in?"

Tyra shrugged. "I do not know. What House are you in?"

"Slytherin," he replied, chest puffing up.

"I see, what House are Potter and Granger in?" she asked.

Draco sneered. "Gryffindor. Bunch of stupid prats they are. I'd rather be a Hufflepuff than Gryffindor."

"What's wrong with the Hufflepuff's and Gryffindor's?" she asked.

"Well, the Hufflepuff's are a bunch of air-heads. Gryffindor's all think they are better than everyone else. Professors seem to think so too, except for Snape, that is. He is Head of Slytherin."

"Oh." The carriage pulled to a stop, and Draco jumped out. Tyra followed suit, and stared up at the castle.

Draco smirked when he saw her expression. "Pretty large, isn't it. A lot bigger than my own Manor is." He said in disgust.

Tyra turned to him. "How big is your Manor then?" she asked.

Draco started towards the front doors. "Well, about half this size. Fairly large."

Tyra nodded. "It must be nice to live in a Manor that large." She said, somewhat wistfully.

They stopped in front of the doors, waiting for them to be opened. "Where do you live?"

"Well, I used to live at a friend of my mother's house, but she sort of disowned me when I got expelled."

The doors opened, and they made their way into the castle. "Well, that must suck." Tyra nodded. "I got to get into the Great Hall. Hopefully I'll see you in Slytherin." He said, and walked off.

Harry and Hermione turned walked up to Tyra, disgust apparent on their faces. "What were you doing talking to that Slytherin scum?" Harry asked.

"Talking." She said, shortly.

"Ah, so one minute you are cursing him, the next you are all buddy buddy with him." Hermione said, wrinkling her nose.

"What, are you guys going to tell me who I can and cannot talk to?" she snapped.

"No, we just thought we'd warn you.." Harry said.

"Whatever. Is that a Professor?" she asked, pointing to a man with shoulder-length black hair.

"Professor Snape." Hermione said, darkly.

"Good, I need to find out where to go." She said, as she started towards the tall Professor.

"I wouldn't if I were you.." Harry said.

"Sod off." She snapped.

Hermione and Harry walked off, looking disgruntled. Tyra approached the Professor. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Well, I am not sure where to go. I'm the transfer from Beauxbaton's."

Snape sneered unpleasantly. "Why didn't you get on the boats with the first years?" he asked.

Tyra glared at him. "Because I am NOT a first year, Professor."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, a soon-to-be Gryffindor, just what this school needs." He said sarcastically.

Eyes narrowed, Tyra folded her hands over her chest. "Where do I go?" she asked, her voice icy.

He pointed towards a door to his left. "Professor McGonagall will get you Sorted."

Tyra walked past him, not bothering to thank him.

She entered a room filled with little first years, and walked through them; towards a strict looking witch near the door.

"I am the transfer student. Where do I go?" she asked the professor.

"Kline. Yes, I have been expecting you. Once you have been sorted, I will need to have a word with you." She said, stiffly, and Tyra got the impression that this McGonagall did not like the idea of transfer students. Tyra smirked. "You will be Sorted after the first years. Get in line behind them."

Tyra turned around, and walked to the back of the room, just as McGonagall started leading them through the door leading, presumably, into the Great Hall. She entered last, and closed the door behind her. The Hall was very large, with four tables each seating a couple hundred kids. Tyra looked up, and gasped. She had read all about the enchanted ceiling in 'Hogwarts, A History' but hadn't expected it to be so beautiful.

McGonagall sat a ragged looking hat onto a three-legged stool, and it started to sing. Tyra wasn't paying attention, however, as she was too busy looking for Draco. She spotted him at the table farthest from her, surrounded by a bunch of girls. She turned to face McGonagall as she called the 'Abbot, Kevin' to be Sorted.

Kevin was immediately put into Hufflepuff, where a girl who must have been his older sister gave him a big hug, largely embarrassing him. She grew bored around the time 'Kasei, Lara' was Sorted into Ravenclaw, and was counting the stars that were now shining on the ceiling, when the last first year was Sorted.

McGonagall, her lips pressed firmly together, motioned for Tyra to come forward. "This is Tyra Kline. She has transferred here from Beauxbaton's, I expect that you will make her comfortable, whatever house she may be Sorted into." Tyra sat on the stool, and placed the ragged hat onto her head.

'Ah, Tyra Kline.' A little voice said into her head. 'Where should I put you?'

Tyra mentally shrugged. 'Wherever you think I belong,' she replied.

'Well, you are very ambitious, I can see… Cunning too…'

'I guess I am rather ambitious,' she thought. 'Don't know about the cunning bit…'

'I can see you won't do good in Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor, especially not with your background…'

'What do you mean?'

'You don't know? I can't tell you then.'

'Tell me you stupid hat, or I'll curse you to pieces!'

'Eh, I see what House you belong in now. SLYHTERIN!"

Tyra ripped the hat off, muttering darkly as she made her way over to the Slytherin table. Draco made a second year move to the other end of the table to make room for Tyra. "I knew you'd be here," he said casually. He saw the dark expression on her face. "What, didn't want to be a Slytherin?" he asked, sneering.

Tyra shook her head. "Not that. Just the stupid hat. Knows something about my parents, but it wouldn't tell me what. I threatened to curse it, and it put me in Slytherin." She put her face into her hands. "How did you know I'd be a Slytherin?"

"For one, because you cursed me. No Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw would do that, especially not with that curse." He muttered darkly.

Tyra looked up and smirked at him. "Well that's what you get for calling me a mudblood. Snape seemed to think I would be a Gryffindor."

"You met him?" he asked.

"Yep. Asked him where to go. He was pretty nasty. Is he always like that?"

"Usually."

"That's comforting." She muttered. Draco grinned.

Tyra looked around the table, and saw that most of the Slytherin's, particularly the girls, were glaring at her. She was about to comment, when Dumbledore stood up.

"Ah, boys and girls. It is good to be back yet again. Prefects have been named, the Head Boy and Girl have been chosen. Congratulations to you. Now, as usual, the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds. Quiditch try-outs will be held next week. Now, dig in!" he said, before sitting down. Tyra looked down at her plate, and was startled to see that it was filled with food.

She picked up her fork, and was about to start on her shepherd pie, when Draco nudged her shoulder. She looked over at him. "Do you play Quiditch?" he asked. Tyra nodded. "What position?"

"Seeker."

"Damn."

"What?"

"I play Seeker."

"Damn." She replied, biting her lip. "I was going to try out for the team too."

"Well," he said, looking thoughtfully at her, "We need a reserve Seeker, in case something happens to me. Come to try outs, and if you are good enough, you can have that position."

A pug-faced girl sitting across from Draco looked up at her, and glared. "How come you never let any of us girls on the team? What makes her so special?" she asked, turning her nose up at Tyra.

"Well," Draco said acidly, "None of you girls have any talent whatsoever."

The girl looked hurt. "But, Draco, couldn't you let me on the team? I am your girlfriend, after all."

Draco sighed. "Pansy, you ARE NOT my girlfriend. Get that through your thick skull. And even if you were, I wouldn't let someone on the team who has no skill."

Pansy frowned down at her plate, but didn't say anything. A large boy sitting next to Pansy looked up. "I thought you were together." He said stupidly.

"No." Draco snapped.

"Well, you took her to the Ball the last two years." He replied.

Draco ignored him, and turned to Tyra. "Do you know what classes you will be taking?"

"I signed up for Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Care of Magical Creatures."

"Care of Magical Creature's is a waste of time. Ancient Runes is a good class, but I don't know about Arithmancy. My father insisted I take Advanced Astronomy instead, though I have no clue as to why."

"Hmm, I am bad enough at Astronomy as it is. I wouldn't dream of taking Advanced Astronomy…"

"What is your best class?" Draco asked, poking at his roll.

"Well, Potions, I suppose, though I also like Dueling." Tyra said, smiling inwardly at the thought of her first Match, in which she proceeded to disarm her opponent in ten seconds flat.

Draco looked up, interested. "Really? Potion's is my best subject too. I like Dueling, but we don't have a Dueling Club or anything, not since Second Year, that is." He said, smirking.

"Why don't you have it anymore?"

"Well, none of the teacher's have time enough, I guess." He replied, shrugging.

"Too bad, that would be fun. Maybe we should ask for it. Snape looks like he knows a fair bit about Dueling."

Draco smirked again. "Oh, he does. We can ask him in our first Potions class, though I doubt he'll do it." He looked up, and saw that some of the first years were done eating. "Come on, Let's go to the Common Room. I am a Prefect and I need to get them there, preferably unharmed."

Draco got up, and Tyra followed suit. "Anyone who is done can follow me. I'm a Prefect." He said, sounding bored.

They started out the Hall, a small group of mainly first and second years following. "Who is Head Boy and Girl?" she asked, as she glared at some paintings that were staring at her.

Draco sneered. "Mudblood Granger and some stupid Ravenclaw…" he muttered.

Draco led them through a tapestry on the second floor, and stopped in front of a statue of a nymph. "I thought the Slytherin Common Room was in the dungeons…"

"It was. Bicorn Horn," he said to the nymph. "My father and some other Slytherin parents complained to Dumbledore about the state of our rooms, and so we upgraded to a tower." They entered a nicely furnished room, complete with an elaborate fireplace and high backed chairs.

"Erm, doesn't look all that cozy." She muttered.

"Better than what it was before. Girls Dormitories that way." He said, pointing to a door on his left. "Boys Dormitories on the right." The students separated and went into their dorms, Draco threw himself on a green couch near the fire. Tyra walked over to him, and sat beside him, throwing his long legs onto the floor. "Hey!" he said, as the force of her push made him fall completely off the couch.

He sat up, his hair ruffled. "Well, that's what you get for taking up the whole couch," she replied, stretching out.

"Oh come on, now you are hogging the couch." He whined. When she didn't move, he sat on top of her.

"Ouch!" she said, as she struggled to get up. He didn't move, and she gave up, panting. "You evil person you," she snapped, playfully.

Draco grinned evilly. "Of course I am. You are quite comfortable, did you know that?" she glared at him. "Did you know your eyes change colors?" he asked.

"Yep, when I am annoyed, they turn gray, when I am happy (which is hardly ever) they turn blue, and when I am depressed, they turn black." She replied, twirling a bit of her hair around her finder. "I reckon yours do the same, as they are the same color."

Draco nodded. "Yes, except mine do not go red when I am pissed off."

Tyra frowned. "Mine don't either…"

"Yes they do. They did when you got mad at me for calling you mudblood."

She was about to reply, when a group of girls stepped through portrait hole, chattering away. One of them, a blonde, noticed Draco and Tyra, and started whispering with her friends. Tyra smirked. "What?" asked Draco, who hadn't noticed the girls, as he was busy staring into the fire.

"Your 'girlfriend' and a bunch of other girls just walked in." she muttered. Draco looked over at the girls, all of whom were now staring at the two on the couch.

"They don't look happy, do they?" he asked her, looking down at her.

"How about we make them even angrier?" she asked.

"How?"

"Like this." She said, grabbing him and pulling him to her. She kissed him long and hard. When they finally came up for air, Draco looking flustered, Tyra grinning evilly, she said to the girls "Well ladies, Slytherin's most eligible bachelor is officially off the market." And she grabbed him again, kissing him once more.

All of the girls, and a few of the boys who had just came in, stared at Tyra and Draco, all of them stunned into silence. Tyra sat up, arms still entwined around Draco's neck. Pansy stomped her foot, and exited the room, her friends following her, sneaking glances at the two behind them.

She disentangled herself from him, and stood up. "Going to bed, Draco." She said, smiling seductively. Draco just stared at her, his eyes glazed. She disappeared through the doorway leading to the girl's dorms.

"Wow," he managed to mutter.

Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle walked over to him, followed by Kyle Rosier, and David Nott. "Nice catch Draco. She is one hell of a hottie." Blaise said, smacking him on the back. Draco just grinned dazedly.

"Night, you guys." He mumbled, as he stumbled off to his room, leaving his friends to mutter about the only decent girls being taken.

A/N Well.. I like the way this turned out.. Much better than the original start, don't you think? Well, I am starting to write the next bit… Should be out soon.. I might be able to post every other week, if not that, then at least once a month, okay? Hope you liked it, please review and tell me what you think about my OC Tyra… and yes, she is a bit of a Mary-sue, but only because she has my personality (and eye and hair color.. but other than that, she isn't miss perfect… *grin*)