Anya rushed to potions class with Professor Snape. "I really needed to be more organized" she thought, with several text books almost falling out of her arms. Anya made it inside, just as the bell had rang. Her black locks were in knots that fell into her grey eyes. She wore no make up, and had a small stain on her robes.

"Miss Troy, I hope that tomorrow morning, you spend less time on study, and more time on your appearance," Snape told her as she practically ran in.

"Puh-lease. You probably spend more time on your hair than Draco over there," The class sniggered, but Anya regretted what she said as soon as the words came out of her mouth. She clamped her hand over mouth, and her eyes grew wide.

"Detention for such a snarky remark, and ten points from Slytherin for talking back to the teacher," The rest of the class stopped laughing and pretty much everyone gave Anya the death stare.

Potions was a drag, charms was alright, but defence against the dark arts was terrible. Fourth year sucked royal hippogriff.

Lunch finally arrived, and Anya could study what she wanted to study. She dragged herself to the great hall and sat down at the very end of the table by herself.

Anya had never been a very social person, she had always focused on her education. When the sorting hat had announced her in Slytherin, she almost cried. Every person who had ever been a wizard or witch in her family had been in RavenClaw. Anya would have fit in there better, with these Slytherins always making fun of her.

She sighed and opened her astronomy text book and started learning about what she loved most; the stars. She was so engrossed in what she was learning; she didn't notice a boy with blonde hair sit down next to her.

"Do you ever eat?" He said, startling her.

Anya looked up, and saw the boy she had insulted sitting beside her. "Oh. Um, yes. Sometimes. Ah, listen Draco, about what happened in potions today, I'm really sorry if I insulted you, I'm not normally like that. It might've been lack of sleep talking, or the fact that-"

Draco stopped her mid-sentence and laughed. "It's alright, really. Just curious, but what are you always studying?"

"Astronomy. I get mailed a new textbook every fortnight. Speaking of which..." An owl effortlessly flew across the Slytherin table, attracting no attention at all. The owl landed on the table, and left the package in front of Anya, and took off again.

"She knows not to make any noise as she delivers things. She knows I hate the attention," Anya carefully opened the package, trying not to tear the paper.

Draco nodded, and then scooted a little closer to the girl who had insulted him. "Anya, I was thinking that maybe you would want to go to Hogsmeade with me? I mean, if you want to."

I looked up into his grey eyes. "Uh, well, I haven't gotten my parents to sign anything. They don't want me getting into trouble. If they find out I even got a detention, I'll be sent a howler,"

"Oh, well, we could stay here, because I'd really like to spend time with you and get to know you," He said, and the cunning, mischievous Draco looked truly sincere.

"Actually, I'm going anyway. I'm tired of all these rules. You don't know any hidden passageways, do you?" Anya was fed up with all the restrictions and people telling her what she could and could not do.