"Lucia Tiami Elizabeth Macias!" I heard my Mothers angered cry as she tore the book from my hands. "You, you are pushing me child!"

Yet again, I'd been reading a Muggle book, not the rubbish books she'd given me. I didn't want to be Witch.. Why couldn't she understand that?!

Suddenly, my Father burst into my room. "What has happened now?!"

"Look!" My Mother cried, holding the book up to my Father. "Garrett, just look!"

I watched as my Father's face dropped. "Lucia..." His voice was low, angry, like his patience was finally gone. That was exactly how it had happen all those years ago when I was nine. But then suddenly, the scene changed and I was surrounded by blackness. It was silent for a moment, then I heard the voices.

It was just my Mother at first, her high pitched squeal, that sometimes dropped in her Spanish accent. "Lucia Tiami Elizabeth Macias! You are worthless!"

The words hurt. I wasn't worthless was I?

Then there came Father's words. "You are a pure-blood witch, and you WILL create more pure-bloods, even if I have to force you."

Those words scared me a little. Surely my Father wouldn't go that far?

It wasn't long before more voices joined in, and I could feel my heart thumping.

There was Pansy Parkinson's awful giggle, then she spoke. "Look at her, the loner. She's such a freak."

It was starting to overwhelm me, I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes at the hurtful words.

And the tears started to fall at the last voice. "Cat got your tongue, big brows Macias?! Or were Mummy and Daddy so scared of your huge brows that they didn't teach you a thing?! Is that it? They were disgusted by those hideous things on your face?" Draco Malfoy's voice made me crumble. I tried to curl into a ball, but I was frozen. The tears were pouring down my cheeks, my heart still pounding in my chest and the voices getting louder and louder.

"Leave me alone!" I sobbed, finally finding my voice. The voices still continued, louder so that I could feel my ears pounding too. "Leave me alone!" I screamed it this time.

Suddenly, I jolted upwards, panting heavily. My eyes searched around the room, adjusting to the darkness around me. I looked around my dorm, my hands gripping on my bed covers, then I realised, I'd been having a nightmare. As my breathing slowed, I slowly loosed my grip on the covers and laid back. It was the first nightmare I'd had in a long time... And I knew when I had nightmares that something was about to change. It was strange, but I'd noticed when big events happened in my life that I would have nightmares. It unnerved me a lot, scared me even, I didn't have a clue what to expect, I just knew that something was upcoming. I felt a sickly feeling arise in my stomach.

I rolled around for a while, trying to get back to sleep, but it was useless and my body was far too awake now. I reached over and picked up my watch, trying to see the time. 5:45 am. I sighed and fastened the watch onto my wrist. Knowing that I wouldn't get anymore sleep if I tried, I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for the day. Once I was ready, I grabbed my portable CD player and took it out into the common room. The Kenwood portable CD player, and the old Nirvana CD it contained, were the only things that really helped my Muggle wishes stay alive in my head. Over the past few years I'd planned that as soon as I was done here, I would finally tell my parents that they could no longer tell me what to do, and that I was moving away to live a normal life.

I sat down on one of the sofas, and put the headphones over my ears. As the sound of 'Smells like teen spirit' filled my ears, I rested my head into the back of the sofa and closed my eyes. I still felt sick and I was fairly anxious about the upcoming event my nightmare had called my attention to. I could be wrong, and just had a nightmare like everyone else does, but I hadn't been wrong about it before.

Suddenly, the headphones were torn from my head and I snapped my eyes open, letting out a gasp of shock. There, in front of me was Draco Malfoy, headphones dangling in between his finger and thumb. I tried to snatch them back, but he pulled them further away.

I shot him a glare as he spoke. "Listening to anything interesting, Brows?" He questioned, lifting the headphone to hold it to his ear, as I cringed at the name he had just called me. After a second he pulled it away again. "What is that crap?!"

I tried to snatch them back again, and this time he let me take them.

"Steady on, you might rip my hand off too!" He muttered sarcastically. I glared at him again as I paused the music and gathered it in my hands. I hadn't ever spoken to this pompous moron, and I wasn't about to start now.

I got to my feet, the sickly feeling getting worse, and started to walk back to my dorm, when he held and arm out in front of me. I paused and glanced sideways at him.

"Aren't you even going to talk, brows? All these years we've been stood next to each other when things are done alphabetically, and you still haven't uttered a word!" He said, looking at me expectantly.

I took a deep breath, then continued to walk, pushing past Draco's arm. He refused to let it drop so the force of my stomach pushing onto his arm gave me the feeling of sick rising up inside me. I thought I'd finally got away from him, when the common room doors slammed shut just metres in front of me. I looked over my shoulder, and he was stood there, wand in hand. My palms had started to get sticky and my breathing uneven, as I feared I would throw up.

"Come on, brows! It is just you and I here.. I won't tell anyone if you do say something." He said, slowly walking towards me. Why was he so hell bent on trying to get me to talk?!

I shook my head and turned my body to face him. I wanted to beg him to let me leave so I could just throw up in peace, but as the seconds passed I knew that wouldn't be the case. My eyes started to sting with tears and I wanted to hit myself. I couldn't let him see me cry, he had tormented me enough over the years!

"Say something." He said slowly as he stood directly in front of me. We were quite literally inches apart and I couldn't help but let a tear slip out from my eye. I clamped my lips together, knowing that if they parted it would be to let the horrible liquid out from inside of me. I breathed through my nose and turned away from Draco, praying he'd let me out this time.

He didn't. He grabbed my wrist and I twisted to look at him, the twist jolted whatever was inside of me and I managed to bend over before finally throwing up. I squeezed my eyes shut, quickly pulled my hair out of my face and wiped my mouth with my hand, sobs erupting from inside me.

"What the fuck?!" Draco yelled. I opened my eyes to the realisation that I'd just thrown up all over Draco Malfoy's shoes.

I looked up at him, opening my mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

"That's fucking disgusting!" He cried. "You just vomited all over me!"

If it wasn't bad enough, I heard voices start to enter the common room. I needed to get out of here and fast.

"I-I'm so sorry!" I spluttered the first words I had ever spoken to him, then turned and ran towards my dormitory.