AN: Heey, so this is written by two people, you might be able to notice the difference in writing styles etc but we tried! It's a sort of AU in which everyone's a bit more, mature, than in the Harry Potter books. It's a very mature story with dark themes so you have been warned! We have tried to keep everyone in character though:) there are three of our own OC's. Hope you enjoy it xo

Chapter 1

Slithers of light peeked through the green curtains that draped over the windows and together they made a pool at the bottom of the bed, tiny shadows almost dancing and entwining with each other. Two bodies were almost one as they clung to each other, the moonlight hitting their skin in a way that made it shine spectacularly. Her dark hair was splayed around her head and it caught under her arms as she threw them back to wrap her fingers around the posts to the side of the bed. Eyes closed, lips parted, her chest heaving against his as he pressed further into her, grinding his own body into hers. She moaned, her toes curling and his head dropped into the nook of her neck. His arms were shaking from holding himself up so long and he slipped onto his elbows, his hand finding her hair and tugging her lips closer to his own. Fingernails dug into his strong back and he winced, groaning against her sweat dotted skin. She threw her head to one side and gasped, eyes opening. On the chair by the side of the bed was her hastily slung robe and the eagle on the breast pocket seemed to wink at her with its beady eyes. She bit her lip and threw her head back to the other side. Above her, Draco tensed and swore under his breath as his movements got faster and she hung off of his shoulders, her entire body shaking. He muttered something indistinguishable under his breath and rolled off of her, resting his hands on his chest as he stared at the ceiling.

Harley knew too well how this worked and she sat up. Her breathing was gently calming and she tugged on her shirt and knickers. She could feel Draco's eyes on her and she ignored the way the heat was raising up her neck and into her cheeks. After all this time and she still found it terrifying to be looked at by him? He didn't say a word as she pulled on her jeans and a jumper. He never did in the times before so why would he start now? She turned to him and nodded awkwardly to which he smirked and rolled onto his side, facing the wall. Harley's jaw clenched and she shook her head, turning away and disappearing from the dorm. She was smarter than this; she knew better, had been brought up better. So why was she letting him do this to her, over and over again. He barely even had to ask anymore and she couldn't even remember how it had all started. They were so different in personality and in background and in almost anything else she could think about. But right now, just as always, she pushed it to the back of her mind and hurried back to the Ravenclaw tower.

Amelia leant against the cold wall, her legs across at the ankles and dark hair brushed over one shoulder. Her lips were curved up into a small smirk and she looked very much like the cat who had just got the cream. A prefect badge shone just below the golden crest of Gryffindor. It was almost the end of her 'shift' and so far nothing particularly interesting had happened. Did it ever? She shrugged to herself and picked at her nails. Maybe it did when she was involved, she would admit to be a very interesting person. The quite pattering of small feet alerted her attention and she straightened up, glancing down the darkened corridor. A young boy skidded round the corner, clutching something furry to his chest and adjusting his askew tie.

'Stop.' Amelia commanded and stepped out in front of him, eyes narrowed.

The boy came to an unceremonious halt and stared up at her with wide eyes. His lips parted revealing a missing front tooth and the older girl raised an eyebrow. 'I – I'm sorry, my cat escaped and I was ju-just trying to find him.'

'Whatever, kid, I don't care.' She held up her palm. 'House and name.'

After a few more stammers from the poor boy she let him scurry on his way and walked back to her own dorm. Most people found it odd that she was in Gryffindor, given her cold, sarcastic way of going about things. In fact, in her first year even she had been surprised when she had been sorted into the house full of brave and courageous and heartfelt people. Her brother, Alfie, was of course a Slytherin and very rightly so; he being a complete and total dickhead to anyone or anything. Except her, of course, only if he felt like it did he tease his sister. But she was perfectly capable of giving as good as she got. Despite all of this, Amelia still got on well with the others in her house and it wasn't as if she was a massive bitch – she managed to stay true to her own friends.

The next morning and Alfie woke to a girl he didn't know but by the discarded underwear around the bottom of his bed he assumed he had gotten to know her pretty well last night. He ran his hand over his jaw as he sat up and looked at her, his face a picture of confusion. Her lipstick was smudged up one side of her face and the previous grin she had worn as he had woken slipped from her mouth and was replaced by a hateful glare.

'Emma?' He offered tentatively.

'I can't believe you!' She cried and her voice was like nails to his ears. She stomped around the dorm quite dramatically, snatching her various items of clothing from their landing places. He scratched his head, running his hand through dirty blonde locks. 'Elise.' She hissed in the doorway. 'My name's Elise.'

'I was close!' He cried but she had gone in a flurry of swear words and unsurprisingly, Alfie couldn't be happier and he dropped back into his pillows, heaving a sigh of relief. The door opened again and Alfie groaned, hoping she hadn't returned to exert some violent revenge. It wouldn't be the first time.

'She's gone?' Draco grinned, looking just as well presented as he always did. 'I was looking forward to seeing the morning after exchange.'

Alfie shook his head and waved his friend away, pulling a pillow over his face and groaning into it.

'What about you?' Alfie's voice mumbled from beneath the pillow and he rolled onto his front so he could see his friend. Draco had sat down on his own bed and seemed to be admiring his hands as though they were suddenly most interesting. Throwing the cushion, Alfie moved onto his back again and crossed his arms behind his head. 'We all heard you – we're trying to work out from the moans if she's a Hufflepuff or a Gryffindor.'

'Aren't you forgetting one?' Draco rolled his eyes and tucked the thrown pillow behind his head. He was tired. Who knew it was so tiring to just have sex. With Pansy she clung to him like a shadow, followed his every move, her lips on every part of his body but he soon grew bored and slept like a child. With Harley, however, it was different. She was something strange and exotic; in his own words, sadly, she was made of filthy blood.

'Oh, yeah. We don't think you could get a Ravenclaw.' Alfie smirked, laughing at the ceiling. 'You know, seeing as you might actually have to read to get one of those?' Draco scowled but let it drop. Who was he to argue that? He hadn't exactly found her in a library though, and he couldn't really remember where. It had just become this whirlwind of silence and sex, the only sounds their whimpers and groans as their bodies moulded and their lips touched. Clenching his jaw, he glanced towards the other Slytherin who seemed to have fallen asleep and sighed.

Rolling onto her front, Amelia groaned and punched her pillow into a more suitable shape before attempting sleep again. Her clock told her it was almost midday, but being up until five with prefect duties was good enough excuse to ignore the sun through the tower windows. Most of the other students had slipped out with bags and jumpers, their pets following in their heels although she could feel the weight of a tabby cat against her legs and she kicked it roughly. With a mew, the feline lunged onto a different duvet and disappeared into the folds of fabric. She didn't have a pet – what was the point? It would be sad when it died and she didn't really want to worry about that. A toad could be trodden on, an owl grows old and battered before your eyes and cats cover you in fur and let their fleas bite your skin.

She'd had fish once, five of them all golden and shimmering. That was before she'd come to Hogwarts, and Alfie had killed one of them anyway with a plastic spear through its middle in a stupid game of his. They'd been so free and innocent and then magic had sprouted from their fingers and it had changed them. Slytherin had definitely changed her brother, not that he had been very kind in the first place. He had only his own self at heart, and a little of her, and being down in the dungeons with the foul and the wicked had turned him sour. She loved him though, more than anything. Pureblood was their armour, and being in the house of Serpent only added to his protection. Somehow being a Gryffindor meant she must smile and be happy, but Amelia knew things were changing and she wasn't in the safest position to fight.

A couple more hours rest seemed to slip from her fingers as Lavender Brown skipped into this dorms and threw herself onto her bed, sliding around to grab a box beneath it. The smell of strong perfume and sugary sweets filled the room and Amelia wrinkled her nose. The girl was trying to make up some potion to get Ron Weasley to fall for her, but even Amelia who stayed far away from the Trio knew that he had eyes only for Hermione. It just seemed she was too blind to notice, or they too preoccupied to even think of acting on it.

'What are you doing, Lavender?' rubbing the bridge of her nose she blinked groggily before sitting up. The girl had coloured string and plastic flowers tied around her wrist with what appeared to be bottle tops. Looking up, the girl wrinkled her nose unpleasantly.

'Luna gave it to me, for my birthday.' There was a moment there when Amelia felt bad inside for not even knowing, let alone getting the girl something, but she shrugged the feeling away.

'It's nice.'

'It's awful.' She frowned, shaking her wrist which rattled unappealingly. 'I wanted to look my best for Ron but I can't find anything.'

Now aware sleep was completely inevitable, Amelia clambered out of bed and went to her own trunk where she rummaged a few minutes before revealing a ruby red necklace. It was nothing interesting, passed down from her grandmother, small and light and boring. Passing it to Lavender, she shrugged and offered a smile. 'Happy birthday.'

'You're the best, you know?' the girl squealed and put it on instantly, almost tangling the chain in her long curly hair. 'Don't forget about tonight.' Without another word Lavender was out of the dorms and into the Common Room where her shrill voice could still be heard as she showed off what she'd found. Perhaps she'd tell a lie about where it came from, it didn't matter. Amelia might have been protective of a few of the girls, but that didn't mean she wanted people knowing she was kind enough to offer gifts and compliments. Slipping into some jeans and a blouse, she tugged her hair up into a bun and set off to find her brother in the Great Hall.

Little did she know her brother wasn't interested in what type of eggs were available today, and rather in what time of alcohol was still stored in the store cupboard. Down a passage and behind a portrait stood a large square hole, only able to be opened if the bricks were tapped in the correct order. On a drunken night with the rest of the boys he'd found it simply by slipping and shouldered a rough looking slab of concrete which had shrunk into the wall and revealed to him a shelf full of amber and rouge liquids. A simple taste test had shown him they were very appealing liquors and they'd taken to storing their own. They didn't know who had started it, but the amount never went up or down unless the adjusted it themselves so it had long been abandoned.

Reaching out, he took a large red jug with a golden stopper and pulled it out, inhaling the scent of grapes and fresh meadows. 'This ones mine.'

'You really reckon she won't notice?' Blaise asked, grabbing a bottle for himself and staring cautiously at the amethyst liquid, swirling almost like tar. 'This looks poisonous.'

'Try it and see then, moron.' Elbowing him out of the war, Draco grabbed two bottles and stuffed them in his bag before tapping the brick and hiding away their treasures. Everyone seemed to know it was Lavender Brown's birthday today and being the Easter Holiday's free reign of the Hall had been spared for a party. They weren't a fan of her or the Gryffindor's but being Hogwarts it had obviously become an open invitation to spare segregation and hurt feelings. A little of this toxic alcohol and they wouldn't know what had hit them.

A ruffle of a tapestry made all of them stop, breath hitched in their throat when suddenly it was thrown back and a face loomed at them. 'Scared you.' Amelia winked, eyeing their bottles and then their angry faces. Behind them she heard footsteps and Alfie went to tug her towards them but she hung back in the corridor, the boys still hidden. Footsteps continued and then stopped right outside. Muffled voices followed by laughing (obviously faked) and then whispers. The person walked away and Draco pushed his way out, almost knocking Amelia over.

'Looks like Little Miss Bookworm has an admirer.' She smirked and looking down the corridor, Draco could just make out Harley disappearing around the corner.

Pulling her jumper up around her neck, Harley moaned and tried to hide the bruise on her neck. He had to stop doing that to her, biting and nipping and sucking on her smooth flesh where people would see. It had started off as fuck and now his marks seemed to claim her, as though he wanted her to be caught out. Did he forget how different they were? Why was she still even doing it? Why was he – what did he see in her? Shaking her head, she gasped as someone shot past her and then there he was, staring her directly in the face.

'You're slipping.' He snarled, pointing towards her neck which she hid with her palm. 'Watch it next time.' She wanted to tell him he'd done it, that it wasn't her fault and it was hard to hide such a foul mark with makeup but she just stared back defiantly. 'Got something to say, mouse?' sneering he pushed his face so close their noses were almost brushing but she pushed him away but he gripped her forearm. 'Don't go to the party tonight, alright? I don't want you getting drunk and making a fool of me.'

'You don't own me.' she hissed, quieter than she'd like as she walked in the opposite direction. He wouldn't follow. He never did.

Perhaps that was what hurt the most, that he tried to hide it so well she wasn't sure why he even bothered. He was Draco Malfoy, everyone seemed to fall at his feet and yet he wanted her. Wanted to demand and yell and make her hide herself away as though she was something wrong. well, she wasn't, not really. She was bright and knowledgeable, she knew things he didn't and people he'd never heard of. She was Ravenclaw and proud, and a woman some people could have called beautiful. He wouldn't, wouldn't dare compliment her. So why was she doing this to herself? The thought of stopping seemed sickening and she rubbed her face hastily.

'Party.'

'Going.'

'Who with this time, brother?'

'None of your business, Fletch.' shoving her playfully he smirked and looked over his shoulder towards Blaise. 'Come on, we've got some things to sort out. Try and behave.' he added to his sister who flipped her middle finger with a laugh.