Okay, so I'm not really following the events that happen in the HP series. Especially not the ones that happen in HBP and DH.
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Chapter 1
It was about a quarter to eleven at King's Cross Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Students were now saying their last goodbyes to their families whilst some opened their compartment windows to wave at the loved ones they'd be leaving behind for another school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A pretty brown-haired girl entered the platform with her things all ready in her trolley. Her soft brown locks cascaded over her shoulders and back whilst her sparkling icy blue eyes glimmered as she spoke to her family who followed right behind her. Her little sister, having a much darker shade of brown hair, stood beside her, her trolley also filled with her things.
The smaller of the girls cast a contemptuous glance up at her older sister who beamed at their parents. She merely rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, trying to look seductive and irresistible for the guys that passed by.
"Have a great year honey," said Mrs. Greyson as she gave her eldest daughter a large hug.
"Aw, thanks mum." replied Ashley—the girl with luscious brown hair that cascaded in locks over her shoulder and smoldering icy blue eyes.
"And you," Mrs. Greyson turned to her youngest daughter. "You stay out of trouble, alright?" She said sternly.
"Hey Ash," Ashbrooke—the eldest Greyson—put his arm lovingly around his sister. "Bring us a toilet seat, will yah?" He winked. Mrs. Greyson gave him a sharp look that told him he'd better shut up.
Ashbrooke and his twin Ashton loved looking for trouble and driving Filch up the wall whilst they attended Hogwarts.
Mr. Greyson laughed, joining his family after having conversed with his friends. He put an arm around his wife and said his goodbyes to his daughters before they joined their friends in clambering up the train with their luggage. Ashley searched for any empty compartment or any compartment with her friends in it. Soon, she found Callie Ivenson, her best friend.
She knew perfectly well she should have been up in the prefects' carriage but Ashley loved spiting Draco Malfoy and being late to their prefect meetings was one of the things that did just that.
"Hey Cal," Ashley greeted happily as she entered the compartment and closed the door behind her. "Where's Seth?" asked Ashley.
"He's in some girl's compartment. He'll be back in a while." Callie smiled slyly. Ashley nodded and took a seat in front of Callie.
"So how was summer with your aunt and uncle?" asked Ashley. Callie's parents were often very busy travelling about for their family business in the wizarding world. And so, on most summers, Callie would spend her summer with her aunt and uncle, who didn't want her around anymore than she wanted to be around.
"Terrible." Callie rolled her eyes. "But," Callie's grimaced turned into a smile as she fished a bag from her pocket. She handed it to Ashley.
It was a bag filled with diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, opals, and amethysts the size of a fist. It was quite hard to imagine they could all fit in such a small bag. They sparkled as rays of light hit it upon opening the small bag.
"My parents gave it to apologize for such a terrible summer. Wrote mum all about it to make her feel guilty and get me something good." Callie shrugged slyly as Ashley handed her back the bag.
"What are you going to do with all that?" asked Ashley.
"Iuno yet," Callie shrugged, keeping the bag in her pocket. "But I'll think of something." Callie added, smirking.
Suddenly, the compartment door opened and in stepped Seth. "Hey guys," He greeted, sitting beside Callie. "Hey Ash, Malfoy's up at the front of the train, raiding the compartments looking for you. He's going on about how terrible you are as a prefect, always being late, and stuff…" Seth added. "I think he's about to explode." He added as an afterthought.
Draco Malfoy and Ashley Greyson had never really gotten along. They'd been at each others' throats since their first year at Hogwarts and even after six years, they were still at it.
"That git's head is as thick as a thousand year old tree trunk." Ashley scoffed as she got up. "I'll see you guys later." She added before leaving the compartment to go and calm Malfoy down before he could start a scene.
"Oi! You there!" Malfoy called out, his back turned to Ashley when she'd found him halfway towards the prefect compartment. A little boy, no younger than a first year most probably, turned to Malfoy with a scared expression on his face.
"A-are you t-talking to m-me?" stammered the little boy.
"Of course the bloody hell I am!" snapped Malfoy irritably. "Have—" But Ashley had cut him off.
"Interrogating little kids Malfoy? That's low—even for you." Ashley, her arms folded across her chest with a bemused smirk on her face, walked towards Malfoy.
"You can go on." Ashley smiled warmly at the little boy. "Malfoy here's just some retard with a bad temper." Ashley added sweetly. The little boy nodded, still terrified judging by the expression on his face, and quickly ran to his compartment. Malfoy scowled.
"You're late." He said through clenched teeth.
Ashley sighed. "And I suppose you thought scaring little kids would make me any more punctual?" Ashley cocked an eyebrow at him innocently.
"That's beside the point Greyson." Malfoy said angrily. "You're fifteen minutes late! The meeting's on hold because of you. And guess who they sent to look for you? Me!"
"Well I didn't ask you to look for me!" Ashley replied hotly as they slowly made their way towards the prefect compartment.
Once they arrived, the Head Boy looked relieved at the sight of Ashley and Malfoy whilst the Head Girl glared at Ashley for being late.
"Sorry," Ashley mumbled. "I just lost track of time." Ashley added apologetically as she took her place in the Slytherin prefect seats. Malfoy sat beside her.
"We can see that," Malfoy whispered to Ashley as she turned her head slightly in his direction and glared at him.
The meeting was the same as usual. The Head Boy and Head Girl just went on about the same rules and regulations and what prefects could do, shouldn't do and ought to do. They also mentioned a new implementation: The prefects were to share adjoining dormitories so they could better discuss their duties.
Ashley had known by the letter that arrived along with her seventh year Hogwarts requirements but she grimaced at the thought of sharing an adjoining dormitory with Malfoy nonetheless.
When the meeting had finished, Ashley made her way to her friends' compartment where she found chocolate frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Liquorice Wands, and Cauldron Cakes.
She happily dug in.
******
After the sorting at the start of term feast, Dumbledore rose graciously from his seat, his eyes twinkling as he skimmed over the faces in the Great Hall.
"First of all, I would like to stretch my warmest welcomes to our first years." He began warmly. "And just as a reminder for everyone, the Forbidden Forest remains as it is—that is, forbidden." He added knowingly, his eyes lingering on a few faces longer than others.
"And also, I would like for you all to meet our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin." Applause erupted from the Great Hall and died down slowly, after which, Dumbledore took the advantage to speak once more. "And also, as an addition to the new regulations and rules of the school year—of which your prefects have been briefed on and I'm sure will tell you later on in your common rooms—" At this, he watched Ashley and Draco tentatively as they bickered silently from across the Slytherin house table.
"This year, we've decided to have balls for special occasions such as Halloween, Christmas, Valentines, and so on… 'Tis the reason of course, that we have asked you to bring dress robes and gowns as a requirement for this year. The sixth and seventh years will also be joining in more activities together. Details of which are to be discussed at a later date.
"And without further ado, let us delight ourselves with the scrumptious feast that awaits us! Tuck in!"
As Dumbledore sat down and conversed with Professor Lupin—who sat beside him—golden plates filled with different sorts of dishes had appeared in front of each long table.
Seth happily dug in, putting several of every dish onto his plate as Ashley and Callie diverged themselves into an eating contest.
Once Dumbledore had once again gotten to his feet after the feast and made some last minute announcements before telling them all to get to bed, Draco stood up importantly and puffed out his chest.
"No one's appointed you Minister of Magic, Malfoy." chuckled Ashley as she walked towards him after she'd told Seth and Callie to head off to the Slytherin common room first.
"Yet, Greyson. Just you wait." said Draco darkly.
Ashley rolled her eyes before calling out, "First years! First years!" over the heads of the other years and houses. Those who'd heard walked reluctantly up to where Ashley and Draco stood.
"Oi! You little midgets! Get back here!" Malfoy called out loudly, his voice ringing over the mass commotion and heads.
"Malfoy!"
"What? It worked!" Draco sniffed defensively as the first years turned back and formed one line in front of Draco and Ashley.
******
Malfoy, for the last time, this is my room!" Ashley exclaimed, pulling the bed covers over to her side. Ashley and Draco both stood at opposite ends of the four-poster bed, fighting for the bed covers.
The starting feast was absolutely delicious and left Ashley's stomach filled. Now, as a new year was starting and as the Head Boy and Girl had said earlier, there was a new prefect common room coupled with new prefect dormitories that would house the different prefects of each and every house.
Ashley and Draco were fighting for which dormitory would be theirs and apparently, they both thought the dormitory on the left was the best.
"Oh for Merlin's sake Greyson, it's mine! I'm the better Prefect here, and everyone knows it! So therefore, I deserve this dormitory!" Draco scoffed.
"Oh, in your dreams Malfoy!" Ashley snorted.
"What is going on here??" demanded Snape, appearing by the open doorway.
"Nice one Greyson," Draco muttered. "Leaving the door open? What sort of brain do you have??"
"Apparently one that works, which is more than I can say for yours!" Ashley countered quietly.
"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Greyson! What is the meaning of all this?" Snape demanded curtly. "I expect you both to be punctual to live up to your titles as Slytherin Prefects."
Ashley and Draco both fell silent. "You are both thirty minutes late for the Slytherin Prefects meeting!" Snape snapped. "So as punishment and reminder, I am giving you both, detention, as much as it hurts me to do so."
Draco slumped and Ashley growled silently under her breathe. "Now, both of you follow me for the meeting." Snape sniffed, turning around and walking out the door. Ashley and Draco followed suit, silently sending each other death glares.
Once the Prefect meeting had been over, Draco and Ashley proceeded to patrol the dungeons. Once they finished with that as well, they both headed back to the prefect common room, up the Slytherin prefects staircase, stopping outside the doors to the two adjoining prefect rooms that belonged to them.
"Why don't we just play rock-paper-scissors over the room?" Ashley suggested, yawning.
"Purely disgusting Greyson," Malfoy sneered. "That's a muggle game!"
"Oh, and you have something better?" Ashley snorted, folding her arms across her chest.
"Fine." Draco grumbled. "Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Ha! I win!" Ashley cheered.
"Best two out of three!" Draco called out pleadingly as Ashley skipped into her new room. This room was definitely better than the other room because it was bigger and was much cozier.
"Don't worry Malfoy; you're only a door away from the best room ever!" Ashley drawled as she opened the adjoining doors. Malfoy grumbled under his breath as Ashley smiled sweetly at him before closing the door in his face. She would do everything it took for the next few days to rub it into Malfoy's ferret face that she'd gotten her way with him.
The next day, Ashley hurried down to the Great Hall, hoping her best friends had at least saved her anything for breakfast. Once again, she was running late because she had forgotten to set the muggle alarm clock Callie had given her a few years before.
"Blimey," Seth said through his toast bread once he saw Ashley running towards him and Callie. Her hair was a mess and her robes were falling off.
"Forgot to set the muggle contraption again?" Callie asked casually once Ashley had joined them.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Ashley responded bluntly, grabbing for a piece of toast. "I don't understand how muggles can possibly be punctual with that thing." Ashley grimaced.
"Oi, Greyson, don't forget detention tonight with Snape, 7 at his office." Malfoy called out from across the table. Ashley slapped herself mentally for forgetting.
"Oh, right." Ashley groaned.
"How'd you get detention?" Seth asked, curious.
"Malfoy and I were late for the Prefect meeting at his office for about thirty minutes."
"You guys are horrible as our Slytherin Prefects." Callie laughed.
"Blimey, it hasn't even been the first day yet and you've already landed yourselves in detention."
Ashley rolled her eyes, smiling, as she spread strawberry jam all over her toasted bread.
"That is so half true!" said a voice shrill and annoying enough to send a Blast-Ended Skrewt into a coma. Ashley sighed and continued on eating her strawberry jam smeared toast bread. "I mean, Draco is a wonderful prefect and all, but Greyson? Please. Dumbledore obviously should have picked me. I would've done a way better job. That old cretin obviously has lost part of his brain." Parkinson scoffed.
"Enough, Parkinson!" Callie barked. "We all know you've lost part of your brain too." Snickers rose from the Slytherins.
"Aw, what's wrong? I knew Greyson was horrid as a prefect but I never knew she'd let her best friend fight her battles for her too." Pansy taunted, her lumbering figure obscuring Seth's sunlight seeing as he sat across Ashley and Callie. "I mean, at least I have the brains to fight my own battles and look good." Pansy added haughtily, fixing her hair and looking very smug.
"Oh yeah? And how many brain cells compose your so-called brain so far? Total cell count of 0.5?" Ashley countered, not bothering to stand up and face the lumbering pug.
"Ugh!" Pansy stormed off which left the people who witnessed the little catfight, snickering. A few minutes later, Professor Snape handed out their timetables.
The day had dreaded on terribly. There were loads of homework given and loads of tasks to do. When classes had ended, Ashley looked forward to dinner, which always made her feel better. She and Seth made their way back to the Slytherin common room, eager to get a bit of homework done before dinner.
Once it was time for dinner, Ashley and Seth dashed down to the Great Hall to get the best seats. When they arrived, they found Callie had saved them seats.
"Ooh, those house elves have really been improving the menu," Seth said as he carefully piled up his plate with a personal selection of his favorites.
"Ugh, all I can think about is that stupid detention I'm gonna have with Malfoy later on," Ashley said disgusted as she pushed away her plate of food.
"It's alright Ash." Callie said. "You spend almost every day with that ferret. A few more hours of detention can't hurt." She added nonchalantly.
"Wonderful," Ashley mumbled bitterly.
"Hey Ash! It's your favorite! Pecan sausages," Seth said, piling some onto his plate.
"That looks so disgusting. How can you possibly eat that?" Callie asked, repulsed.
"It's great!" Seth exclaimed, chewing a mouthful of food.
"Hey Ash, it's almost seven," Callie said, showing Ashley her muggle watch. "You gotta go before you get late again." Callie added.
"Thanks," Ashley sighed, getting up from her seat. "I'll see you guys later." Ashley waved off as she dashed out the Great Hall and towards the dungeons.
"Ah, late again, Greyson?" said a voice as Ashley opened the door to Snape's office. Apparently not so much to her surprise, Draco was seated promptly in the middle of the couch, his feet kicked up on the small coffee table in front of it.
"Just shut up Malfoy," Ashley panted as she took the chair near the door. A few seconds later, Snape barged in the classroom.
"Good evening Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Greyson." Snape greeted curtly.
"Good evening professor," Ashley and Malfoy both mumbled.
"Now to the pressing matter, for your detention, I think cleaning up my office shall do for tonight." Snape said as he walked over to a desk by the corner of the room. He cleared out a few papers on the desk with a wave of his wand and when he didn't hear any movements from Ashley or Draco, he whirled around. "Well? What are you both waiting for?" asked Snape, cocking an eyebrow at both of his prefects.
"Uh, professor? Er, exactly what part of your office are we supposed to clean?" Ashley asked uncertainly. Snape's office was considerably large and it would take several hours to clean the entire room especially because it was so dark and dusty it looked as though it had never seen daylight.
"I wouldn't want anything too drastic for my prefects' first detention of the year." Snape sneered sarcastically with a grimace. "I think the entire office will do justice for your lack of punctuality."
Malfoy looked repulsed at the thought of having to get his hands dirty. "Problems, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape looked as though he knew full well what the answer would be—he was just enjoying every moment of torture.
"No sir," Draco mumbled quietly as he got up the couch. Ashley did too. "Oh, and please do be silent." Snape added testily, narrowing his eyes, knowing full well that Ashley and Draco were bound to bicker loudly sometime later.
"Uh, are we supposed to get a broom or something?" Draco asked Ashley uncertainly.
"Aw, Malfoy, I'm surprised you actually know what a broom is as I'm quite sure your little Pansy Poo doesn't." Ashley snorted.
"Don't be jealous Greyson. There's enough Draco Malfoy to go around." Draco smirked which sent Ashley glaring at him as she walked to another corner of the room where two brooms were leaning on the wall. Draco and Ashley both got them and started dusting the room.
Draco coughed. "Aw, this is just sick. Wait until my father hears about this." Draco muttered as the dust flew about his head. "Do you know how long it took me to do my hair?" Draco demanded quietly so as Snape wouldn't hear.
Ashley stifled laughing out loud. "Malfoy, do you stare at yourself every night saying, 'Who's the hottest? I am. Oh yeah'." Ashley stated flatly, cocking an eyebrow at Malfoy.
Malfoy's mouth fell open. "I-I…How the bloody hell did you know?" Malfoy demanded, utterly shocked.
Ashley laughed silently. "I was only joking Malfoy."
Malfoy stared at Ashley who tried to quiet her laughter. Malfoy ended up grumbling incoherently while following Ashley.
A few minutes of sweeping later, they heard a knock on the door. Snape looked up from his desk and cleared his throat. "Come in," The door opened and in came Filch with Mrs. Norris purring about his feet.
"Yes?"
Filch walked over to Snape and together, they both talked in hushed voices. Ashley and Draco carefully watched from the corners of their eyes. Snape nodded and stood up, following Filch towards the door.
"I'll be back in a while. I've some matters to attend to." Snape said to Ashley and Draco curtly before walking out the door and closing it shut behind him.
Draco sighed, relieved, as he plopped back on the couch, letting the broom fall to the floor from his hands.
"Oi Malfoy!" Ashley slapped the top of his head.
"Ow! What?" Draco growled, rubbing the top of his head.
"Why don't you actually help me with this?"
"Oh, you can do you it yourself. After all, you are the better Prefect." Draco smirked, closing his eyes. Ashley twitched and fought the urge to hex Draco off the office window. Grumpily, Ashley had managed to pile all the dust into a huge hill reaching the height of Draco's knees.
"Wow, Malfoy," Ashley feigned awe. "The dust almost looks exactly like you. Only I think you've got a wart a little left on the bottom of your chin."
Draco glared at Ashley. "Ha, ha Greyson. Real hilarious." Draco said sarcastically. "But as you know, I've checked the bottom of my chin—left and right, if I may add—and I've seen no warts there." Draco stated triumphantly, proud of himself.
Ashley grimaced. "Congratulations Malfoy, you've just won Vainest Ferret of the year. You should be so proud of yourself. I never knew ferrets could be so vain." Ashley added cynically.
Malfoy growled at Ashley before returning to laze on the couch. Fuming, Ashley took her wand from her robes pockets, aimed it at Malfoy's head and said, "Aquamenti!"
A stream of water instantly shot from the tip of Ashley's wand and before Malfoy knew it, that very stream of water hit him. He flailed, instantly getting up and spitting a handful of water from his mouth.
Ashley laughed. "Oh I'm sorry Malfoy. I must have missed." Ashley shrugged, giving Draco her sweetest smile.
"Furnunculus!" Draco aimed his wand at Ashley but she ducked and the spell hit the wall instead, causing one of Snape's frames to fall and shatter into pieces as it collided with the stone floor.
"Handy spell work Malfoy," Ashley said slowly as she stood up, eyes fixated on the shattered frame.
Malfoy seemed unable to speak, only watch. "Oh, if you hadn't ducked, I wouldn't have hit it." Draco pointed out defensively.
"Excuse me if you have horrible aim," Ashley rolled her eyes.
"Oh, you're just jealous because everyone knows I'm the better Prefect here." Draco sniffed airily, his nose in the air.
"Oh, I'm sorry Malfoy, I didn't get the memo." Ashley said sarcastically.
"You should seriously consider anger management classes," Draco mused.
Ashley glared as she fought yet again, the urge to hex Malfoy out the window. She walked stiffly towards the couch and plopped there, crossing a leg over the other as she watched Draco scratch his head as he tried to find a spell to fix the frame.
"Alohamora!" Draco pointed his wand at the shattered frame.
Nothing happened. "Wow," Ashley nodded her head in sarcasm. "All hail Slytherin's Golden Boy. And you're supposed to be the best Slytherin has got to offer? Merlin help us all." Ashley shook her head. Draco turned to her with an infuriated and fuming expression on his face, his left eye twitching slightly.
"You better keep quiet before I make you Greyson." Draco warned dangerously, rage and fire burning wildly in his steel gray eyes. Ashley glared at him but said nothing as he continued to point useless spells at either the shattered frame or the dust. It was rather amusing.
After a good forty-five minutes had passed, Draco turned to Ashley, desperation as his expression. Ashley pursed her lips, sat upright as stiffly as she could, crossed her arms across her chest, and said absolutely nothing.
"Oi Greyson," Draco said quietly. Ashley didn't reply. "Fine then!" Draco exclaimed angrily. "I don't need you! You're nothing but a worthless little slut anyway. Oh, don't say anything to counter that statement Greyson. Everyone's thinking it." Draco scoffed. "I'm just bold enough to have said it." Draco added in a sneer.
Ashley was stunned and hurt. The words stung her and she'd be damned if she'd ever let Draco know how much his words affected her. The words drove through her like a stake but she said nothing. She knew it wasn't because Draco said it but because of the mere fact that she was called a slut.
That title belonged to her younger sister, Angel. And she promised herself long ago that save for the fact that they had similar last names, she would never be associated with Angel in any way possible.
She was raging inside, just an inch or so from hexing Draco out the window, the idea getting more and more tempting each time she thought of it. But still, Ashley said nothing.
"First of all, Malfoy," Ashley said bitterly, standing up. "It's Reparo," She said haughtily, pointing her wand at the shattered frame. Instantly, it repaired itself and bounced back to hang on the stone wall. "Second of all, it's Scourgify," Ashley stated firmly, pointing her wand at the mound of dust and anywhere else in the room that seemed murky. "And third of all," Ashley said through gritted teeth as she turned to Draco with eyes flashing fire. "I am not my sister." She stated firmly in a dignified voice.
And with that, she turned her back to Malfoy and disregarded anything else that came from him, which of course, was nothing. When Snape had returned, he was overjoyed to find his office sparkling. He dismissed Ashley and Draco and they both separated to do their duties.
Draco had arrived in his dormitory before Ashley did and he cringed as she slammed the door to her dormitory.
That night, Draco lay awake, unable to sleep. Sighing, he got off his bed and walked towards the adjoining door to Ashley's room. It was locked firmly.
"Alohamora," Draco whispered. The door unlocked and opened with a slight creak.
The large window overhead the four-poster bed cast a soft glow on Ashley's sleeping figure. She looked angelic, almost as if she were too good to be real. Her features were so well defined under the moon's light. The contrast was almost impossibly too good.
Draco sighed and closed the door softly so as not to wake Ashley. He hated Ashley Greyson more than anything in the world. And he would never forget it. And no matter what the odd feeling was in his chest at the sight of her, he was sure it was just a bubbling amount of hate that had been accumulated through the sixteen years of knowing each other. Malfoy assured himself firmly.