A/N: So this was my first fanfiction, but I'm changing it because I really didn't like the story line that much and it was a bit of a dead ender so I'm editing it ever so slightly, based from my scanty reviews as well!

Please do review it helps me so much!

Chapter 1

Ava King stared at the corridors of Hogwarts, she'd been to the school for six years. Everything was going wrong, or at least it felt like it; She didn't want to think about her family issues but at school as well, for the first time ever she was struggling, and she hated it!

It was as she sat there musing in potions that she forgot all about Severus Snape, one of the most feared teachers of the school, also her enemy when it came to Potions, he couldn't handle her genius, at least that's what her friends kept telling her.

"Miss King." The silky voice hissed. She jumped.

"Yes Professor?" She enquired innocently.

"Your potion… is…" He snapped, he really couldn't handle the dark headed girl.

"Done." She smiled. It was, she'd finished twenty minutes ago, allowing her the time to muse. He looked at her sourly.

"I do not believe you Miss King, you may be a Ravenclaw but even you cannot brew Strengthening Solution that quickly." He peered into her cauldron and hated to admit it looked complete.

"Maybe, maybe not Sir." She quipped. Snape did not scare her, because she matched his brains as well as his sarcasm. His eyes narrowed and as he was about to say a harsh comment, Noreen Davis' cauldron exploded. Ava stood up quickly as Snape rushed to the girl whose skin was blistered red raw.

"Miss King, clear the cauldron remains!" He may have hated her but when it came to Potions, she knew what to do. "Mr Bethan get Madame Pomfrey and the rest of you OUT!" Snape yelled orders. Ava looked over Noreen worriedly, her friend was in a trance like state, a state that Snape had brought on, in an attempt to hide her from the pain. The rest of the group had left hurriedly with a dark headed boy sprinting in front of them.

Ava pulled her hornbeam wand and waved it in an intricate way, muttering spells all the while, the remains of the potion was sucked in an arc into a bottle she had dipped in her own Strengthening Solution, it would now hold any corrosive potion. The twisted remains of the cauldron rocked close to Snape's back and with a flick Ava pulled it out of his way, just as Madame Pomfrey and Rodney Bethan flew into the room. Rodney hurried out of the doorway as a bewitched case followed them in.

"What a mess." Rodney looked at the twisted hulk of metal.

"Shows how scary Potion making is." Ava sighed as she and Rodney set up the protective spells to blast the wasted cauldron away.

"Does indeed, how's everything Ava?" Rodney looked at her softly. He was her best friend, sat next to each other on the train, both half-bloods on the their mothers' side the two first years became quick and solid friends. He knew of her father's behaviour with a Veela, at least that's where the rest of the family thought the affair lay, it was also with a string of women, witch and muggle alike. Her father Jay didn't seem to care, her mum Miranda was heartbroken and locked herself away.

"Same old, as per usual, I believe Dad's in Guatemala, Mum's in her bedroom." She sang cheerily, but there was no happiness in her tone.

"Cheer up Avvy, you'll find the Prince of your dreams and then live happily ever after." He winked once. There was a spell when Ava and Rodney had dated, but it had been so awkward they stayed friends.

"Rod, the boy in my dream last night was Malfoy." She grinned at him.

He looked at her aghast.

"Dreaming of Malfoy? How disgusting!" Just as Draco walked into potions, Rodney clammed up, the young man scared him, terrified him in fact, ever since he'd stuck him to a tree in their third year.

Draco ignored them, but he'd heard them talking about him, how it was disgusting, why on earth did he feel strangely hurt by their disgust?

Brazenly Ava carried on talking.

"If you say so, it was a rather enjoyable dream." She winked, Rodney looked at her faintly green. "Oh shut up Rodders, you told me about your dreams of the Patil twins, together…" She raised her eyebrows jauntily.

Snape and Madame Pomfrey were just levitating an unconscious Noreen out of the room. The pair hurriedly started cleaning everybody else's potions and ingredients, hoping to be unnoticed. Snape left, only Draco lingered.

"Please! That was a lovely dream, you cannot equate your dream to mine!" Rodney gagged.

"I can and will. It was a good dream, and he was a good man." She said firmly. Rodney was the only one to know of her slight obsession of Draco Malfoy. Before her father entered his midlife crisis, Ava looked for the silver lining in every person and situation, she was such an optimist even a pessimist couldn't be miserable around her. Rodney was disturbed to see his best friend hook her interests on the pale purist, but he let her do whatever she wished.

Draco listened in again and scoffed when he heard her defending him, like he needed a little half blood to defend him.

"No. I refuse to believe that. Shit I'm late for Charms. You've got a free… I'll meet you in the common room?"

"Of course. I'll cook tonight." The pair shared a dormitory, special circumstances because of her home life.

"Fine I'll clear up." He laughed and left. Ava went around each bench, putting each potion into stasis until tomorrow's lesson.

She looked over at the blond boy slouched against one of the counters, seemingly inspecting the pickled creatures that lined the dungeon walls. She admired his physique, kept with years of quidditch training and now emphasised with fitted suits. She took the time to examine his facial features, strong angular but from this angle his eyes looked blue not grey, and as she carried on staring, she barely noticed him turn and stare at her.

"Can I help you?" He drawled, and despite the strong desire to dart her eyes away she played him at his own game.

"No not really." She smiled.

"You're almost as weird as Loony in your house, did you know that?" He sneered.

"I don't understand you Malfoy." Ava ignored him.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I said I don't understand you… why skip the lesson for all but five minutes?"

She rubbed down the desks around Noreen's disaster zone.

"Who said I came in here for lessons?" He laughed.

"So what a cosy catch up with our biggest agony aunt and most sympathetic teacher?"

"I fail to see how my life is any of your business." He said curtly.

She laughed softly and picked up her bag. "Good luck Mr Malfoy." She smiled.

"With..." His face drawn into an ugly sneer.

"Your chat with Snape…" She laughed again, "I'll see you around." She grinned suddenly and slung her bag over her shoulder. She turned to leave as Snape stormed in, cursing Noreen's stupidity.

"You're still here?" He barked at Ava.

A/N: I've changed the ending because Ava was becoming more like Luna in my head and I didn't want that so I changed it, hope you guys like it!

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