This is chapter one of my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please enjoy!
Draco looked to his left … his right … but he saw no one. Good. He couldn't be caught on a night like this; not an important night like tonight. He crept towards the darkness of the dungeons, next to the Slytherin common room to find someone already there. She had waist length blonde hair with green highlights in her fringe. Her accusing grey eyes demanded his attention through the noticeable amount of black eyeliner that surrounded her eyes. She wore a tight minuscule dress that Draco found extremely sexy, well he was 16. The black dress with neon patterns complemented the chalk white of her skin really well. Draco felt almost self conscience as he looked down at his casual but smart, dark clothing. He was sure that he had seen this girl before, but how did she know where he was going at this time of night?
"Hello Draco Malfoy," she held out her hand, "my name is Dakota Raine, a fellow Slytherin student in your year. What are you doing up so late?" Draco knew that she was just being nice, but he couldn't help but notice the white scars on her extended arm, they were so hypnotising that Draco had to force his mind away from the fact that she had obviously self-harmed before. Draco wanted to soothe the tension in her muscles, the frown on her face and the black of Dakota's heart. He wanted to make all her troubles go away just by looking at the scars upon her arms. At least he knew where he had seen her before, as she was in almost all of his classes. But what was she doing here?
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"Vincent said that you may need my assistance," she said, withdrawing her arm.
"Vincent? … Oh, Crabbe … so how can you be of my assistance?" Draco purred, shortening the distance between them to about a metre. Dakota turned over her right wrist so that Draco could see the Dark Mark branded on her upper forearm, in return Malfoy drew back the left sleeve of his black jumper so that the Dark Mark on his forearm was also visible. But the thing that confused Draco was that their dark brands were on the opposite arms. Before Draco could ask, Dakota answered his unspoken question.
"I am left handed, so it is easier for me to touch. So does this answer you question?" Dakota's voice rang like bells inside Malfoy's head, he had never experienced this feeling before. The feeling that he must protect her and he almost felt another feeling … but he wanted to keep that buried. "I was also adopted by the Dark Lord, so what would you wish of my presence?"
"How come I have never heard of you before?"
"You would have heard of my parents, Mr Severus Snape, Hogwarts potion master, and Miss Florence Raine, a pure blood; I was told that my parents were murdered in cold blood, but only my mother was, by Cornelius Fudge himself. But the Dark Lord got to me in time to save my life. I would never be able to thank him enough for showing himself to the enemy, just to save a small three year old, but he did. But then my father, Severus found out about this accident and put his faith back in the Dark Lord, instead of Albus Dumbledore." Draco stepped towards Dakota and embraced her, she was still for a few heartbeats but then she reluctantly embraced Draco back.
"My business in this dungeon was to think of a strategy to get Professor Snape to help me with my inquiries," Draco finally said to the girl that clung to his waist.
"Easy, I'll come with you. He has to listen to his long lost daughter, right?"
"Have fun with that. As Severus is very contained and not emotionally able to love anyone but himself-"
"Who would 'not emotionally be able to love anyone but himself' be, Mr Malfoy? Are we having a bit of time to yourselves or are you students meant to be elsewhere upon this hour?" Dakota pushed herself away from Draco to see her father standing there. Draco didn't see much of a resemblance between the two, apart from the sickly pallor of their skin. There was obvious hate in Dakota's eyes that was aimed in the direction of her father. From what Draco could gather, Snape had left Florence and Dakota when she was still only a baby, otherwise Snape would act less spiteful towards his own daughter, right?
"Father," Dakota said, accusingly.
"Daughter," there was clear hurt in Snape's eyes as he saw his long-lost daughter. It was as if he wished that he had been there for her. But Draco didn't think that someone like Snape would be able to feel all of those emotions. "I believe that you and Mr Malfoy should be heading back to your dormitories before I have to consult Mr Filch to find a suitable punishment for you to be out of bed. Go now, before I change my mind." Draco pulled Dakota along by her arm as they sped away from Snape.