Hope to Sin, Draco Malfoy

Chapter Two: Sometime Around Midnight

Adrian takes the lead to where all my friends are at. When he slides open the compartment I squeal in delight when I see my best friends. Rayna hugs me tight as he her waist length light brown hair flings around me. Her green eyes looking at me in awe.

"Damn girl you got hot," she giggles.

Lincoln stumbles as she gives me a light squeeze, "Hey Scarlett."

"Hi Linx," pronounced like that cat lynx.

Kasen chimes in, "And I already said hi to you."

I shake my head and ask him, "Yeah why did your mouth drop when you saw me."

Kasen turns to give everyone eye contact, then suddenly all of them bust out laughing, "Are you serious?"

My head nods up and down.

He answers, "You hit sexy over the summer. And that tight dress is of no help."

"I am only fifteen," I counter.

Kasen flicks his hand, "Yeah well the young are developing faster."

The train stops and we all file into a group waiting for another carriage to pull up. I have always seen the winged horses that have thin, glossy black skin you can see their bones. Their wings are leathery and take shape of bat than a bird's. They seem like such gentle creatures, but no one that I know can see them.

Harry Potter stops beside me as he puts in, "You can see them?"

I turn my head to look at him and reply, "Yes. They're creepy but at the same time majestic."

A small chuckle of understanding comes from him and then he stalks off to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley.

"Found a new admirer I see," Draco comments with his bullying voice. Crabbe and Goyle grunt along with him as Blaise just stands by reading a small booklet he has in his hand.

I roll my eyes, "At least he makes a girl feel welcome."

Draco pushes his face up to mine, "Don't test me Daniels."

"Or what Malfoy," I challenge back with animosity building in my body.

His eyes gleam as if he is having fun, but as I register that in my mind they go back to being malicious blue.

Sebastian shouts, "Aye Draco back off from my little sister!"

This snaps both of us out of the trance like haze we both had over each other.

Draco immediately steps away from me, "Sorry about that Sebastian. Your sister has this-this attitude about her."

I hear two cackling hyena laughs and it is Pansy Parkinson and infamous Camilla Sans. Camilla and I are sort of friends. She tends to change like the seasons when she is around different people.

With a sarcastic tone I chortle, "Great I get to ride with the bestest people in Slytherin."

Knowing it had been Sebastian still states, "That my dear sister is the truest thing that has ever left your lips."

"You're sick. You know that right?" I glare at him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "It isn't like were really related and you are definitely nowhere near ugly unlike Pansy here," and he pats her like a damn dog.

Draco slides away from her like she has leprosy. All because my jerk of a stepbrother claimed someone unworthy. Sadly, most people aren't.

The carriage ride is silent except for the chatter of Pansy cooing Draco every thirty seconds. Does she not know that he doesn't and will never like her in that fashion?

We finally arrive at the entrance and walk up the stairs into the Great Hall. Everyone is chattering as they wait for Dumbledore to speak at his owl podium. Rayna waves me over to the middle of the table with Camilla tagging behind me.

I sarcastically say, "I thought Pansy was your new partner in crime."

Camilla flicks her hand down as she sighs, "Puhhlease I am only tolerating Pansy to get with your stepbrother."

I cover my hands with my ears as I pucker my lips, "Seriously too much information.

As Camilla nonchalantly comments, "He does have an interest in you though."

"Yeah and he is my stepbrother," I retort back.

She guffaws, "So," as if it doesn't matter.

"You know what both of you deserve each other for being this messed up in the head," I tell her.

Rayna chuckles, but silences herself when Dumbledore clears his throat and the Great Hall quickly quiets down. He makes his normal speech and then introduces our DADA teacher Delores Umbridge from the Ministry of Magic. After she is finished talking the whole student body seems to twitch in discomfort. She didn't make us feel safe, but as if the Ministry was trying to cover up what happened last year. I think everyone already knows Voldemort is back, but we turn a blind eye because if we believe it then it must be true. Truthfully, I do not want he-must-be-named to come back. The Death Eater thing makes me nervous. Most Slytherins' parents had been Death Eaters and some will become one because they want to, some will be forced to out of fear, or some will be killed because they are not on his side.

Rayna comments in a hushed manner, "This feels- not right. Why is the Ministry intervening?"

I gaze around to make sure no one is listening to our conversation, "Because I think they want to take down Dumbledore."

Camilla gasps, "But this school needs him. I mean come on without him Hogwarts would not survive."

We are interrupted by Kasen tapping on my shoulder and some of the Slytherins glare at him. He snaps, "Hey not only am I braver than you I am also richer than all of your families combined, so unless you all want your parents to lose their jobs I suggest you stop glaring." They all turn their heads and continue their conversations.

Rayna points out, "Kasen how did you not get into Slytherin?"

He shrugs his shoulders as he answers, "Mom was a Hufflepuff and dad a Ravenclaw, so I guess having a son put me into Gryffindor. I am neither ambitious nor cunning, so there you go."

"Makes sense," I say as I swallow some pumpkin juice from my glass.

Kasen announces, "Anywho I came to tell you gals that all of the Head of the Houses are passing out our timetables."

"Where?" I ask.

He points outside of the Great Hall where lines are starting to form. We all get up and head to our assigned table for fifth years as I pick mine up Snape hisses my name.

I clench my teeth as he reveals to me, "Miss Daniels you have been appointed a prefect for this year along with Mr. Malfoy."

A hiss comes from my mouth, but I fake a smile up at Snape, "Great."

"Escort the First Years to their quarters and then there will be a prefect's meeting at midnight in the Astronomy Tower."

With a grimace I utter, "Of course Professor Snape," then I stalk off to find Draco who is trying to seduce a Fourth Year Hufflepuff. I grab the collar of his robes and drag him behind me.

"Bloody Hell Daniels!" Draco hollers.

With clenched teeth I disclose, "Were prefects of Slytherin. Snape just told me so and we have duties to attend to."

"Get your hands off me Daniels," Malfoy more calmly demands and rips my hands from his robes.

I gulp, "I'm sorry. I simply just don't like you."

We rally up the First Years and get them settled into all their quarters. Adrian and Draco come down the boy dormitories stairs dressed nice. Adrian is wearing an emerald green collared shirt with a skinny black tie and black straight leg skinny jeans paired with green and black checkered vans. While Draco is decked out in a black fitted collared shirt, black slacks, and emerald and green shiny oxfords.

So with a flair for the dramatic I swipe my Slytherin robes off and smirk sexily, "So this dress is still good?"

Draco's mouth slightly pull apart as his ice blue eyes hold lust for a split second then they go back to showing coldness.

He interjects, "Yeah it does if you want to portray yourself as an escort."

A huff comes from my lips, "Well that wasn't very nice."

"Good thing I'm not," Draco cheers with his infamous smirk.

Adrian comes inbetween us and mutters, "Merlin's beard can you two not bicker like an old couple for five minutes?"

Draco snorts, "As if I would ever take someone so sarcastic and hopeless for a wife."

Adrian and I roll our eyes at his comment and make our way to the Astronomy Tower.

"I've got to meet up with someone, so I'll see you two at meeting slash party."

Draco and I stammer our dislikes to him leaving, but he just goes right on. While walking up stairs they begin to move, but we keep walking up them and then I lose my footing as my right ankle bends, rolls, and then I am falling. I let out a scream and my back makes contact with a sharp end of a stair. My momentum will not slow down as I collide with each stair and I am about to fall into nothingness when Draco catches my hand. Everything from my hips and down is dangling in the air. He grunts as he reels me in with his strength. The whole time I stare at him because there is something that feels off. He seems gentle, but I know that cannot be the truth. Draco slings my left arm around his shoulders as I hop up each step, but it is rendering me tired. I pause.

Draco declares, "I will carry you."

I seethe, "I don't need you."

"Fine then," he lividly exclaims as he unwraps my arm from his shoulder and pushes me slightly away from him.

My eyes shoot glares at him and I grab ahold of the cement railing with my hands as I try to hop with enough force to the next step. Malfoy chuckles at my failing horribly trying to get up the stairs. With a groan from my throat and slink my head down in embarrassment, I inquire in disgust, "Can you please carry me?"

Draco turns in surprise, lifts his hand to his ear, and solicits, "Hmm what did you say Daniels?"

I glance down, but finally admit, "Please carry me Draco."

A smirk plays at his lips, but I'm not paying attention to that per say; His eyes are not ice blue as in coldness, but ice blue as in kindness. Draco comes from behind me and sweeps my legs into his left arm and commences me to Madam Pomfrey's infirmary. All the exhaustion arises into one swift bang and with the unintentional rocking my eyes become lazy until they close. Next I hear Draco call out for Madam Pomfrey as he places me down on a cot.

He is about to leave when I clasp his hand and express, "I am not saying thank you."

A half smile appears on his face as he unclasps my hand, but pats it two times while saying, "I don't expect that of you."

Then he is gone and Pomfrey assess my ankle. She concludes I have broken it in three places with bruised bones to my jaw and spine. I look to the right as I take a glimpse of the clock outside the infirmary. It reads five minutes to twelve. Funny how people's true colors show sometime around midnight.