So I had this put up for a while, and I felt a bit unhappy with it. Plus I kind of abandoned it…but now, I have a whole new plot in store and I'm actually revising all the chapters, including this one. (: So if you'd like you can read it over or just not read it at all ^_^"

I don't own any of J.K.R's characters, story, or plotline…as much as I wish I did.

-Prologue-

'Grandma! Grandma! Can you believe that I'll be going to Hogwarts! This is the train right? Wow, I wonder what the school looks like? It's probably better than what the books said! What house will I be in?" The little eleven year old girl rambled on and on, her dark locks bouncing back and forth as her face radiated with excitement.

"Slytherin of course; don't ask foolish questions!" snapped the old woman, with venom and pride dripping from her every word. Her face screamed 'pure blood' and her demeanor depicted nothing less than royalty. "Now, you will calm yourself down and act like a proper young lady. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Grandmother, I'm sorry." mumbled the little girl, dropping her head in shame. Her amber eyes flickered from the wise, bitter old women to the large, black train. Straightening out her back and squaring her shoulders, she stood on the platform with her grandmother, whose face was void of any emotion. The girl however, wanted, hoped to be everything her grandmother wanted, but everything she did…was never good enough.

With no hug or any sign of affection the old woman said good bye to her granddaughter and turned to leave. Waving to the retreating figure of her grandmother, the little girl got on the train, feeling empty and alone. Aimlessly walking, she hoped to find an empty compartment. After walking for quite a while, she stumbled upon one, but alas, it was occupied by two boys, one with black hair and one with bright orange.

"H-hi...I'm sorry, there isn't anymore room, do you mind if I sit here?' Stuttered the poor girl; beginning to feel extremely nervous under their gaze.

The raven haired boy smiled at her, nodding his head while the red haired boy turned the same reddish shade as his hair.

"I'm Rachel Sawyer by the way." Began the girl, while sitting down next to the red haired boy.

"I'm R-r-Ron Weasley" muttered the poor boy sitting next to her, shifting even closer to the window.

Chuckling, the girl looked at the raven haired boy, closely analyzing his features. His glasses were taped in the middle, his clothes were worn out and ratty, and his hair was adorably messy. What entranced her the most, were his beautiful emerald eyes, and his thunder shaped scar. Even as an eleven year old boy, he seemed to have endured a lot…his eyes said it all. "You must be Harry Potter. Am I correct?" The boy nodded his head 'yes', automatically feeling embarrassed by her question. "My grandma told me that you are a very bad kid. She doesn't like you very much."

A solemn look washed across the boys face and the compartment got extremely quiet. The girl however, had a huge grin plastered on her face. "But I don't see why, you seem nice and down right harmless. I think we should be friends!" Right after she had said that, conversation broke loose and the three quickly became friends, in addition to a curly haired girl named Hermione Granger. By her demeanor, Hermione came off as a not-it-all, but she had a good heart, and that was enough for Rachel.

-Chapter One -Run

~Five Years Later

The compartment door slid open and I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing that memory to the back of my mind. These stupid flashbacks will be the death of me…seriously.

"I know you're not sleeping love." I let out a frustrated groan and the cocky voice broke me out of my thoughts. "You know Sawyer, with noises like that it's hard to keep you out of my fantasies." I opened my eyes and saw myself staring at a pair of gorgeous blue ones.

I chuckled and let out a cocky smile of my own. "Sod off Malfoy." I heard an 'ouch' escape from his lips, followed by a 'You know you want me.'

Rolling my eyes, I stared out the compartment window. The train hadn't moved yet, and I saw all the families saying their good-byes. It was quite a sad sight actually. The bitter hag, that I have the benefit of calling my grandmother, doesn't even stick around long enough to say good-bye. Not that I'd really want her to at this point.

"Anyways, how was your summer Draco?"

"Actually, extremely boring, with Parkinson following me around all summer."

"I thought you'd like that. After all…she is quite a pleasant girl."

"Ha-ha shut it Sawyer. And exactly where were you, seeing that you couldn't drop bye and give me a summer present" He smirked his 'Draco' smirk at me and sat down beside me. The sun shone from the window, not only making his hair glow but his icy blue eyes come off angelic. But I knew all too well, Draco was anything but an angel.

"Right, keep telling yourself that, and I was busy, that's all. Speaking of Pugsly, where is that lovely girl?"

I saw a hint of disgust flash across Draco's face. "I don't care, hopefully lost somewhere. Honestly, you'd think that tart would understand the meaning of no…"

I laughed at the blonde. "The same should go for you, no? Okay, but what about Blaise and Danielle?"

"What princess, I'm not good enough for you?"

Every time he called me princess, it made me want to puke. It was a title I had acquired in my second year, and something I was proud off up until last year. Now, Slytherin Princess just sounds nauseating. If you haven't figured out yet, yeah, I'm in Slytherin, shocked? Don't be. Pure-blood, money, power, arrogance, I fit the description of a Slytherin more than perfectly. A few years ago, I had made a name for myself in this school, a title, a place that I wasn't willing to give up, just yet. A title like that however, came with consequences, especially when you're a Slytherin with some-what of a conscience. You were to follow a set of unwritten rules, rules that basically dictated for you to be the biggest git. Now if you think I'm the type of girl that overcomes all of that, realizes she's not a Slytherin, her parents used to be Gryffindors, and in the end everybody loves her…you're still stuck in fairy land. Truth is, I am a Slytherin, I am a prat, and I am pretty damn positive I come from a long line of asses.

Shrugging off his comment, I looked at the blue eyed boy "So where is my darling best friend?"

"Babe, I'm right here, no need to look." I gave him a look, causing him to laugh some more.

His laughter ceased, "Probably snogging Zabini in the bathroom. "I saw a hint of anger and jealousy in his eyes. It was maybe the second week of school when I met Draco. He was usually a prick to everyone, but not me. I never knew why, but we started a friendship that I never thought would last. Maybe it was my family name or possibly something else, I have no clue. Honestly speaking, yeah he is an ass. He is overly self assured, treats women like sex objects, and the list can go on, but once you get to know him, there is so much more… if he lets you in that is. And after a while, you learn to read him so well. When he is mad, when he is depressed, happy, everything. What I learned was that his eyes tell you everything. His tough, arrogant exterior is just a facade. A façade used to please his narcissistic father and the entire 'Pure-Blood Society'. Draco had always had a thing for one of my best friends, Danielle Carmichael. Actually, he never told me himself, but those are the perks of knowing him so well. She was oblivious, as always, and he acted like he could care less.

"Hey Malfoy," he looked away from the changing scenery as the train started to move. "Go look for those two while I change?"

"Was that an order Sawyer?"

"More of a questions actually, but an order sounds better. So yes love, it was an order."

He arched his eyebrow at me, eyes dancing with amusement. "I am a Malfoy, I don't take orders, I give them."

I sent a look at him, and stood up to change in to my robes, being careful not to trip.

"What is this? No comeback? Slytherin Princess, Rachel Sawyer, giving up a fight? Are you getting soft?" I could see the famous Malfoy smirk forming on his face.

I smirked and walked back to the sitting boy and leaned over to him. Putting my hands gently on his thigh, I brought my lips closely to his ear. "Don't count on it"

I rolled my eyes, got up, and walked out of the compartment leaving a smirking Malfoy. 'I am not getting soft...' In all honesty, I was nothing special. I wasn't fat, I wasn't skinny. I didn't have exceptional grades or low ones for that matter. I sure as hell wasn't ugly, but you would never define me a beautiful. I was Rachel, mediocre in almost every possible way. However, what I did know is how to use what I have wisely. So even though I wasn't the most attractive girl in the school, I knew how to get almost every guy without giving myself out. My life wasn't particularly terrible, but it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine either. It never bothered me before, however, these past few weeks; all I've been having is bitter thoughts. In fact, I have no idea what is happening to me. Walking down the train, I could hear various voices, but paid no interest to any of them. Frankly, I wasn't even paying attention where I was going until I crashed in to a hard (muscular) body. Landing on my butt I looked up at the culprit who knocked me down and saw a mop of shaggy, red hair and automatically knew who he was. However, he was the very last person I had wanted to see, especially in my mood. I doubt he saw me, because his face turned twice the shade his hair was, and he was frantically apologizing. He always had this tendency to turn red; it was funny in my opinion.

"I am so sorry; I wasn't paying attention where I was walking." He offered his hand, but as much as it pained me, I pushed it aside, and moved my hair out of my face. He automatically saw who I was and his face dropped. I put on my 'Slytherin' face and got up.

"You know what Weasley, maybe next time you'll watch where you are going? Just because you have absolutely no control over your limbs does not mean that everybody else should suffer. You brainless twat!"

His face reddened ever more, however I was one hundred percent sure it was anger this time, not embarrassment. I could see him clenching his fists and gritting his teeth. I know I pushed it, and I really wish I didn't, but I'm saving both of us the trouble. Gryffindors and Slytherins could never be friends. That's it, plain and simple. We were just polar opposites, and as much as it pained me, I was not going to be the one to test the theory out. I could see he was caught off guard by my attack. Summer had done him very well. I remembered Ron Weasley as the nervous eleven year old boy with dirt on his face. The Ron that stood in front of me wasn't that same boy; he had matured, built up. In fact, he looked quite hand-no…what am I saying!

"You are such a bloody bitch; I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when you ended up in Slytherin."

Ouch. That should have been the end, I should have walked away, but that comment actually stung, it shouldn't have, but it actually hurt. I narrowed my eyes at the red head and gave of a laugh, or at least an attempt of one. I think it came of as a snarl though…"Was that supposed to be an insult? I'd expect more of a challenge from a Gryffindor, guess you're as dumb as they say."

I could see his knuckles turning white and I honestly I don't blame him; I'd want to kill me too. On a good day this would have been a highlight, but not now or today. In fact this kind of pissed me of? We haven't really spoken to one another since…the incident…but I have never seen such disappointment and regret on his face, at least not directed at me. Instead of provoking the kid anymore, I shoved past him and kept walking. I could see Weasley's friends coming from the opposite direction. They walked past me and I could have sworn Hermione gave me a weak smile. Shaking it off, I kept walking. In the distance I could hear them asking Ron what's wrong. However instead of the truth I heard him mutter a faint nothing, which frustrated me even more. I couldn't understand why. Pushing past everybody I got in to the bathroom and locked the door. I changed in to my robes and leaned against the door closing my eyes. Weasley's words rang through my ears. I couldn't understand why he got to me. I was a proud Slytherin…right? I took a deep breath and looked in to the mirror. The person that looked back at me was not the same person that started Hogwarts in the first year and she was definitely not the person I wanted to be. The girl that started the school year had peachy skin, eyes full of life, and a bubbly personality. The girl that stood in front of me looked like a messed up bitch. Her skin was pale and her amber eyes were lifeless. She was not who I wanted to be and I just can't understand how I let myself become her. I don't know why this suddenly became a problem, but lately I felt unaccomplished and like a complete loser.

Hearing a loud banging on the door I pushed my insecurities aside and screamed 'BUSY!'

"Well, you've been in there quite a long time, so if you aren't coming out Sawyer, I'm coming in...Which doesn't seem that bad of an idea in my opinion" Yelled the voice of the one and only Draco Malfoy. I rolled my eyes [how many times already?], opened the door, and shoved passed him.

"Ouch Rach. That hurt…Alright, don't play along; the others are in the compartment. When you're done having your period..."

Okay that was the last straw because right when he said that I small first year boy bumped in to me. Causing his little bratty friends to laugh. Before the kid could even open his mouth I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him in to wall.

"Listen up and listen good. I am not in the mood right now for you and your little friends. So next time I suggest you watch who you bump in to because I have the ability to make your life hell." I dropped the kid and with out even a glance back, kept walking. Automatically Draco and I fell in sync with our steps. Before I could open the compartment door, I felt him grab my wrists and in one swift movement he pin me against the wall. I could feel a set of eyes on us, but most importantly I felt his icy eyes boring in to mine.

Being a good few inches taller than me he lowered his head "I don't know what is going on with you, I don't know whether or not I should be worried…but whatever happened on the way to the bathroom, but it feels good to have you back... Princess."

This very moment I didn't cringe, I didn't feel nausea, nothing; instead I felt a smirk forming on my face. His scent was intoxicating, he smelt of cologne and something I couldn't describe. His scent was flowing into my nostrils and clouding any possible doubt that I had before. Whatever effect this boy had on me, it was pretty damn strong. But no matter how strong it was, I still felt the sting of Ron's painful words echoing through my mind. 'You're such a bloody bitch...'shaking that thought off for later I smirked at Malfoy.

I brought my face up to his, leaving only a centimeter between us, "It feels good to be back…"

Pushing him off, I opened up the compartment door. There sat Blaise Zabini and Danielle Carmichael, actually talking. I came next to her and sat done next to the window. Danielle was good two inches taller than me (then again who isn't?) with green eyes and light brow hair. What puzzled me was that she got in to Slytherin? She was quite possibly one of the nicest, sweetest, and smartest girls I have ever met…and I don't give out compliments lightly…however she was lazy as hell and when she got pissed…you're better off leaving the room.

"RACHEL SAWYER!" She yelled pouncing on me. Her slim arms wrapped around my neck. I stiffened for a second and hugged her back.

From there on, the conversations picked up and the compartment soon filled with more Slytherins and a few Ravenclaws, here and there. Ron didn't cross my mind at all. Maybe this year would be nice and normal, but boy was I wrong.

"Have heart my dear

We're bound to be afraid

Even if it's just for a few days

Making up for all this mess"