(Full Summary: Draco Malfoy and fellow Slytherin Katelyn O'Doherty have never liked each other. More truthfully, Draco has hated her since her family moved in down the street when she and Draco were seven. Every time they see the other, pleasant conversation is very far from near. After an especially destructive argument in the Great Hall, Headmistress McGonagall decides to takes action. But when the unusually complex spell to make them act civil towards the other goes awry, they'll have to be stuck with one another at all times until a cure can be found. Because of odd circumstances, and the fact that they can now feel the other's emotions, life is going to be a lot harder. They will have to learn how to deal with the other, their friends, and their issues, but both of them know that this is impossible. Plus, a secret about Katelyn, which she isn't even aware of, could make the situation a whole lot worse.)

(Author's Note: Hey! So, this is my very first fanfiction, and I'm really excited about it. I'm not really sure if it's going to have much of a plot. I'm kinda just writing what I planned out then when that's done I'll probably just make it up as I go along . Um, it's only rated T for language. I don't want to be the source of children using curse words; I'd feel a bit guilty for that ha-ha. Reviews and constructive criticism are very welcome. Anything you guys think might help me would be awesome! Thanks for reading; I hope you enjoy. :D)


Katelyn O'Doherty; It was always Katelyn. She was the reason he was now laying in the hospital wing. If it wasn't damn Harry Potter, it was always her… What a waste to come back to Hogwarts for the Eighth Year program if only two and a half weeks after the first day, he'd be in a hospital bed because of O'Doherty. His stupid enemy that lived down the street, the one his mother loves so much for some odd reason.

Draco Malfoy really should have known better though. You see, this situation had started a few days ago. He had approached the short dark-haired brunette at breakfast as she was discussing a Potions essay with Hermione Granger. 'Strange,' he thought, 'a Pureblood Slytherin talking to a Mudblood Gryffindore.' "Disgusting," he muttered under his breath. As Hermione saw him approaching, she said a hasty good bye and scampered off. Katelyn was now standing there in the middle of the Great Hall all alone. It would only be too easy to taunt her with no one there to stick up for her. She was way too nice; couldn't hurt a thing, even if her life depended on it.

"Morning O'Doherty," he said with a smirk as she sighed and turned to face him. "Where have your friends gone, Ugly Duck? My, my, what true friends are they to run off when trouble comes a-calling?"

"Leave me alone, Draco."

"Aw, what's the matter? Tired of being perfect Little Miss Prissy Pureblood? Come on now, that's no reason to be down!"

"I'm serious, Draco. Please, just go away."

He pondered that sentence for a second. They hated each other; that was no secret, and it was very unnerving when she called him 'Draco' instead of 'Malfoy', like everyone else did. Even more so peculiar, was the fact that she asked him to 'please go away'. She said 'please'. That was something he really hated her for. She was always so nice to everyone, and that is no exaggeration. She was too polite for her own good. At least Potter was a good enemy. He never said 'please' or called him 'Draco'. But then again, he never really hated him like he hated O'Doherty. He had a true reason to despise her; with Potter it was just because he befriended the Weasel and not him. On the subject of Potter, he realized they hadn't spoken to each other since the year before in the Room of Requirement. Not a single word…or even a sneer.

Coming out of his reverie, he heard O'Doherty huff an annoyed sigh, and looked up to see her walking away. He ran a few steps and grabbed her elbow. She wasn't getting away that easy.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy! Get your hands off me!" Now people were staring and her friends were coming over. 'God dammit', he thought as she jerked her arm from his grasp. This was the last thing he needed. He composed himself in time for her lot to get there. Finnegan, Lovegood, Longbottom, and the Weaslette along with Granger who was dragging a very unsure looking Potter and a Weasley that looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than helping a Slytherin, along behind her, were now there and angry looking. Her very Irish and very protective boyfriend was the first to speak, or yell, rather.

"Oi! What do ya think yer doin' puttin' yer hands on me girl?"

Draco was quick to answer. "Well I wouldn't have had to if she hadn't stalked off. I was just making small talk. Yes, I was just asking how her N.E.W.T.s went." Feeling very proud of himself, he smirked and crossed his arms.

Now the whole Great Hall was watching. "Oh, what a bloody lie!" she yelled. It was quite interesting, hearing her voice go from British to Irish like that. Since she lived in Ireland until she was seven, then moved to Wiltshire (just down the street from Malfoy Manor), she could speak with both accents perfectly. As interesting as it may be, it was not a good sign. She only spoke with an Irish accent when she was really angry. She may have been the nicest Slytherin, or person even, at Hogwarts, but she could have a really horrid temper if you were stupid enough to find it. Draco knew that this would not end well.

Then her angry scowl turned into an evil twisted smile. "But since you asked just now, you should know that they went quite well."

'That's it?' he thought.

She opened her mouth again.

'Shit.'

"Then again, it would have been much easier to study during the holidays if I hadn't been locked in your god damned cellar. It really is dark down there." Her smile became even more demented as the Great Hall erupted with gasps and whispers. "What? You didn't tell anyone? Dear me, this should be fixed." She then stood on a table to announce, "Malfoy Manor acted as a meeting place for the Deatheaters! Every attack, every capture, and every murder was planned right inside his home," She said pointing at Draco who was frozen with shock. "And it doesn't stop there. It was also the hideout for the Dark Lord." The whispers became shouts and a few younger children shrieked. "Of course, as some of you may know, I'm very close to Draco's dear mum, and I accidently stumbled upon this information. His parents trusted me, but his Auntie Bella didn't. She had me locked in their cellar during the holidays and kept under close watch of the Carrows whilst I was here." She hopped down and faced the very frightened Draco Malfoy. "But anyway. Yes, I suppose the exams were okay."

Draco stood motionless for a moment, but recovered. "Really? Were you parents proud when you told them your results?" Her triumphant smile faltered at the mention of her parents. "You know, your Deatheater parents, who upon the Dark Lord's return, turned themselves in to Azkaban to protect their precious daughter from the dark arts. They left you all alone just three years ago. It was really quite amusing when Mother came home and told Father and I about how you were crying and yelling and sobbing the day they said good-bye and were taken away to jail. She felt really horrible. She was very concerned you might….hurt yourself." Her arms tightened at her sides and she was no longer smiling. Katelyn was now stony faced and trembling.

Draco continued. "What a waste your parents were. They were a disgrace to the Deatheaters, turning themselves in like that. But there was a bigger disgrace…"

"Don't say a word against my parents! How dare you speak of them like that?"

He looked up to see that she had started crying, silent tears were rolling down her face. Even if it was O'Doherty, he couldn't stand it when people cried. It reminded him of… well, bad things, but he couldn't just stop there. The teachers were coming down to see what was going on. He had to finish up quickly. "You. How can a girl with parents like that not turn out the same way? You're a disgrace to the family. They must have been so disappointed. Your parents probably acted like they loved you..." he said walking towards her. "But I bet on the inside, they were waiting for just the right moment to disown you. Not even my mum would take you then."

That had done it. She pulled out her wand almost too quickly for Draco, and as McGonagall asked what was going on, Katelyn yelled over her.

"Petrificus totalus!"

But Draco was fast and cast a protego. The hex ricocheted and was soaring straight for the window behind the staff table. The screams started before it hit. Everyone ran for cover before the spell crashed. It was a sight to see really. All of the glass shattered but stayed in the frame.

"Students, McGonagall called, "Is everyone alright?"

The frequency of her high pitched voice got to the extremely cracked window and a very tiny creaking noise could be heard. Someone yelled, "Hit the deck!" as the shattered glass came crashing down. Flitwick acted first and froze the shards in mid-air. "Return to your Common Rooms, quickly!" he yelled.

Everyone ran out of the Great Hall except for two students that were being dragged down to the Headmistress's office by some invisible force.


"That is it! I'm not even going to ask what that was about this time! Never, in all my time teaching here, has an argument been this disastrous!" McGonagall let the door slam as she marched in, a scowl on her face.

"Professor," Draco said," I'd hate to be as rude as to interrupt what I'm sure will be a very good lecture, but seeing as it was O'Doherty's dangerous curse that broke the window, I really don't understand why I need to be here." He sat up, a sweet smile on his face, feigning innocence. Katelyn rolled her eyes. He looked disgusting and pathetic.

"Well, thank you very much Mr. Malfoy, but before coming here I spoke with a few students who witnessed the entire quarrel. I'm very glad the fights with Mr. Potter have stopped, but that does not mean you should continue terrorizing other students." Draco frowned and slouched back into his chair. "Now, do either of you have anything to say for yourselves?"

Silence…then-

"I'm really sorry Professor." Katelyn had her head down but looked up then to continue. "I've been trying really hard to control my temper since last year, when I put that leg-locker on Johnny, but it's been really hard." She looked close to tears. It made Draco wonder what happened to the kid and why she was so upset about it. McGonagall seemed to have sympathy for her.

"Yes, I know dear, but," she sat down at her desk and grabbed a quill, "desperate times call for desperate measures."

Draco sat bolt up in his chair. "You aren't writing to my mother are you? If she finds out I had another fight with O'Doherty, she'll have my head!"

"Oooh! Please write to his mum!" Katelyn squealed as Draco shot her a daring glare.

"That is exactly what I am doing. Since both of you are under her care, I must write to inform her that I will be using the Civilus Rivalsio charm on the two of you."

Draco looked confused. "The what?"

"Seriously?" Katelyn sighed at him. "'Civilus Rivalsio'…. It means 'civil rivals'. She's going to use it so we'll stop fighting."

He didn't look happy at this. "What? I'm not going to be put under a spell that makes me frolic around with my rivals!"

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid you don't have a choice. A Ministry Official will come on Tuesday the 15th, that's three days from now, to perform the spell. And both of you will agree to it. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Headmistress," they said in unison.

"Good, then you may go."

As they got up to leave McGonagall spoke again.

"Oh and…do try not to kill each other before that day"

Draco looked slightly offended, but Katelyn turned around and saw the small smile on her Headmistress's face before the door shut on its own.