FYI (and better summary): Set in the 7th Year at Hogwarts. Voldemort is at
his power peak and Harry knows his time is fast coming to the final
showdown. Draco has many internal conflicts. New student who is more than
that comes to Hogwarts, she befriends Harry Ron and Hermione and catches
the eye of Draco. She is linked to the phoenix and also to the probs
between Harry and Vold. There's lots of emotional conflicts and struggles
for power and control. I rated it pg13 for later chapters...first fanfic so
be a bit gentle in reviews which will be greatly appreciated and if you
kids enjoy this first chapter then I'll continue it and I swear it will get
much better once u know Kay and she and Draco start to interact and the
plot thickens.
Disclaimer: I am inferior to J.K. Rowling's genius although I do own Kaylyn (that sounds a bit dirty doesn't it now...)
Chapter One:
Draco sat at the Slytherin table with an even greater air of arrogance around him than usual. He was named Head Boy, which meant he could hassle the Gryffendors he so greatly loathed even more during his final year at Hogwarts. He was also secretly pleased with the appointment because it put him back on better terms with his father again.
Being on bad terms with Lucious Malfoy was not something to be taken lightly. Draco was supposed to be accepted into Voldemort's ranks as soon as he was out of school. However, during this past summer Draco grew even more unsure of that decision, something that had been haunting him since the end of fifth year. About halfway through the summer he started to feel a presence growing ever closer that made him question his loyalties...to both sides of the story.
Sitting at the Slytherin table, none of that faltering assurance was anywhere near relevant. Draco was as cocky and arrogant as ever, and all of the girls were watching him. Draco knew he was hott. Years of Quidditch training and the Malfoy charm made him a sex god (in more than just his opinion). As usual, he was sitting between his cronies Crabbe and Goyle and being openly drooled over by Pansy Parkinson. In reality, he didn't like them at all. They were ignorant and foolish, and Pansy was one of the grossest girls Draco had ever seen. She had always looked like a pug but she seemed to become uglier with each passing year. But their presence was part of his reputation.
Draco was speaking with them during the sorting ceremony. He didn't care one bit about the new students. They were nothing more than flies to him and he was going to walk all over them anyway. He wasn't reminiscing over his own sorting like the majority of the other seventh years were. Draco didn't look up until Dumbledore spoke. Dumbledore stood up as the last of the first years was seated. "We have one more new student that we have to be sorted. She is a seventh year who has transferred here for many reasons...Please welcome Kaylyn Amrûn."
The doors of the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagul entered. All eyes fell on the girl behind her. She was of average height and had thick shining dark hair that fell lightly to her shoulders. Draco's steel gray eyes widened as he stared transfixed at her. She walked calmly and with her head high, though not with the swagger Draco had developed over the years. She didn't look right nor left as she followed McGonagul between the tables.
"Welcome, Miss Amrûn," said Dumbledore when the two came to a stop before him and the staff table. "Now, if you please, would you take a seat on this stool and the Sorting Hat will tell you where to go."
The girl turned to the hall as she sat down. Draco was instantly captivated by her eyes, which were dark and mysterious. She looked calmly around at all the students staring at her, and for one sweeping moment her eyes met Draco's. A moment later, her eyes were obscured as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.
"Hmm..." said the Hat. "Interesting...haven't seen such difficulty since Harry Potter..." there was a hushed whispering at this and Draco cast a dirty look towards the boy-who-lived. "Plenty of strength and courage," the Hat continued slowly, "what power...Yes, yes, since there is no thirst, it had better be GRYFFENDOR!"
Draco glared viciously towards the cheering Gryffendor table. He was further angered to see Hermione Granger wave Kaylyn over enthusiastically to sit with the Golden Trio. The four began conversing animatedly at once.
Through the rest of the feast Draco continued to watch the girl across the Hall. He noted how easily she seemed to fit in right away. He was furious that Gryffendor gained her. 'They will most likely crush that power right out of her with their heads so full of brave deeds' he thought darkly. Draco didn't really listen to the conversations around him, only occasionally nodding or grunting. It seemed to satisfy the others for none of them bothered him and allowed him to sulk inwardly.
Towards the end of the meal, Kaylyn looked up. Cold silver met dark fire as once again. Kaylyn felt the stare upon her the entire feast and when she looked up her eyes once again met those of the blonde Slytherin. Draco felt something unfamiliar pull inside him as something unexplainable passed between through their gazes.
Their eyes were separated again as the other students rose to retire to their dormitories. Draco snarled as he watched Potter and Weasley lead Kaylyn from the hall. When Draco entered the Head Dorms sometime later, Hermione was sitting in a plush armchair in front of a roaring fire. As usual, her nose was in a book. Although her bushy mass of hair was finally under control in thick ringlets, and her teeth were straight and normal (by getting them fixed by Madam Pompfry thanks to Draco after he hexed her fourth year), she was still the same know-it-all. Yes, she was gaining some more attention from the boys now, but Draco was repulsed by the very thought.
A sneer spread across his face. "Always the book worm, huh, Granger?"
"Grow up, Malfoy. As surprising as it is that you're Head Boy, it's time you start to act more the part," Hermione said coolly, not even looking up from the pages.
"Well aren't we cheerful tonight," said Draco. "Missing your little Potty and Weasel pals? Hate to break it to you, Granger, but they're much too interested in each other to pay you any mind."
Hermione's cheeks didn't even flush. "Oh, that entire statement is ridiculous, Malfoy."
Draco was beginning to become annoyed at Hermione's lack of any response towards him. "Lets make one thing clear, Granger," he said icily. "Since we have to share this living space for the entire year, there are going to be boundaries. You are never to enter my room nor go through any of my things."
"The same goes to you with my possessions, I hope you know!"
"Why would I want to touch anything belonging to a filthy mudblood like you?"
"And why would I want to go through the belongings of an evil little git of a ferret? And as for calling me mudblood, at least my father isn't a Malfoy." She spat the last word as though it were a foul tasting potion she was forced to drink.
"You're going to regret saying that, Granger!" Draco hissed dangerously though deep down he felt something of the same.
"Oh, and what are you going to do? Send Daddy after me?" Hermione pretended to look frightened.
"I'm sure you feel so very safe and secure now, Granger. What with that girl here to protect you and your little friends now?"
"Kaylyn? She won't be afraid of you at all, if that's what you mean."
"Don't be so sure, Granger," Draco said softly.
Before Hermione could open her mouth to retort something back, Draco swept by here to his bedroom where he slammed the door smartly behind him to make it clear to her that the subject was closed.
Disclaimer: I am inferior to J.K. Rowling's genius although I do own Kaylyn (that sounds a bit dirty doesn't it now...)
Chapter One:
Draco sat at the Slytherin table with an even greater air of arrogance around him than usual. He was named Head Boy, which meant he could hassle the Gryffendors he so greatly loathed even more during his final year at Hogwarts. He was also secretly pleased with the appointment because it put him back on better terms with his father again.
Being on bad terms with Lucious Malfoy was not something to be taken lightly. Draco was supposed to be accepted into Voldemort's ranks as soon as he was out of school. However, during this past summer Draco grew even more unsure of that decision, something that had been haunting him since the end of fifth year. About halfway through the summer he started to feel a presence growing ever closer that made him question his loyalties...to both sides of the story.
Sitting at the Slytherin table, none of that faltering assurance was anywhere near relevant. Draco was as cocky and arrogant as ever, and all of the girls were watching him. Draco knew he was hott. Years of Quidditch training and the Malfoy charm made him a sex god (in more than just his opinion). As usual, he was sitting between his cronies Crabbe and Goyle and being openly drooled over by Pansy Parkinson. In reality, he didn't like them at all. They were ignorant and foolish, and Pansy was one of the grossest girls Draco had ever seen. She had always looked like a pug but she seemed to become uglier with each passing year. But their presence was part of his reputation.
Draco was speaking with them during the sorting ceremony. He didn't care one bit about the new students. They were nothing more than flies to him and he was going to walk all over them anyway. He wasn't reminiscing over his own sorting like the majority of the other seventh years were. Draco didn't look up until Dumbledore spoke. Dumbledore stood up as the last of the first years was seated. "We have one more new student that we have to be sorted. She is a seventh year who has transferred here for many reasons...Please welcome Kaylyn Amrûn."
The doors of the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagul entered. All eyes fell on the girl behind her. She was of average height and had thick shining dark hair that fell lightly to her shoulders. Draco's steel gray eyes widened as he stared transfixed at her. She walked calmly and with her head high, though not with the swagger Draco had developed over the years. She didn't look right nor left as she followed McGonagul between the tables.
"Welcome, Miss Amrûn," said Dumbledore when the two came to a stop before him and the staff table. "Now, if you please, would you take a seat on this stool and the Sorting Hat will tell you where to go."
The girl turned to the hall as she sat down. Draco was instantly captivated by her eyes, which were dark and mysterious. She looked calmly around at all the students staring at her, and for one sweeping moment her eyes met Draco's. A moment later, her eyes were obscured as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.
"Hmm..." said the Hat. "Interesting...haven't seen such difficulty since Harry Potter..." there was a hushed whispering at this and Draco cast a dirty look towards the boy-who-lived. "Plenty of strength and courage," the Hat continued slowly, "what power...Yes, yes, since there is no thirst, it had better be GRYFFENDOR!"
Draco glared viciously towards the cheering Gryffendor table. He was further angered to see Hermione Granger wave Kaylyn over enthusiastically to sit with the Golden Trio. The four began conversing animatedly at once.
Through the rest of the feast Draco continued to watch the girl across the Hall. He noted how easily she seemed to fit in right away. He was furious that Gryffendor gained her. 'They will most likely crush that power right out of her with their heads so full of brave deeds' he thought darkly. Draco didn't really listen to the conversations around him, only occasionally nodding or grunting. It seemed to satisfy the others for none of them bothered him and allowed him to sulk inwardly.
Towards the end of the meal, Kaylyn looked up. Cold silver met dark fire as once again. Kaylyn felt the stare upon her the entire feast and when she looked up her eyes once again met those of the blonde Slytherin. Draco felt something unfamiliar pull inside him as something unexplainable passed between through their gazes.
Their eyes were separated again as the other students rose to retire to their dormitories. Draco snarled as he watched Potter and Weasley lead Kaylyn from the hall. When Draco entered the Head Dorms sometime later, Hermione was sitting in a plush armchair in front of a roaring fire. As usual, her nose was in a book. Although her bushy mass of hair was finally under control in thick ringlets, and her teeth were straight and normal (by getting them fixed by Madam Pompfry thanks to Draco after he hexed her fourth year), she was still the same know-it-all. Yes, she was gaining some more attention from the boys now, but Draco was repulsed by the very thought.
A sneer spread across his face. "Always the book worm, huh, Granger?"
"Grow up, Malfoy. As surprising as it is that you're Head Boy, it's time you start to act more the part," Hermione said coolly, not even looking up from the pages.
"Well aren't we cheerful tonight," said Draco. "Missing your little Potty and Weasel pals? Hate to break it to you, Granger, but they're much too interested in each other to pay you any mind."
Hermione's cheeks didn't even flush. "Oh, that entire statement is ridiculous, Malfoy."
Draco was beginning to become annoyed at Hermione's lack of any response towards him. "Lets make one thing clear, Granger," he said icily. "Since we have to share this living space for the entire year, there are going to be boundaries. You are never to enter my room nor go through any of my things."
"The same goes to you with my possessions, I hope you know!"
"Why would I want to touch anything belonging to a filthy mudblood like you?"
"And why would I want to go through the belongings of an evil little git of a ferret? And as for calling me mudblood, at least my father isn't a Malfoy." She spat the last word as though it were a foul tasting potion she was forced to drink.
"You're going to regret saying that, Granger!" Draco hissed dangerously though deep down he felt something of the same.
"Oh, and what are you going to do? Send Daddy after me?" Hermione pretended to look frightened.
"I'm sure you feel so very safe and secure now, Granger. What with that girl here to protect you and your little friends now?"
"Kaylyn? She won't be afraid of you at all, if that's what you mean."
"Don't be so sure, Granger," Draco said softly.
Before Hermione could open her mouth to retort something back, Draco swept by here to his bedroom where he slammed the door smartly behind him to make it clear to her that the subject was closed.