Hello, I hope you liked my first chapter! Here's my attempt at chapter #2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters.

+CHAPTER 2+

Samantha huffed and crossed her arms over her chest while he led the way. "So, I told you my name. What's yours?"

"Turn that light off so no one sees us." He stated, blatantly ignoring her question.

"Why don't we want anyone to see us?" She was giving him an odd look, like she didn't completely trust him.

"Because it is against the rules to be out after curfew. I can because I'm making my rounds and purposely looking for kids like you. If another prefect or, worse, Filch sees us I'll have no choice but to turn you in, or else I'll lose my title as prefect. And if you get caught out this late there are no warnings, you'll immediately get detention and depending on the punishment and whether or not you are well liked could be a joke or the most terrifying thing you've ever done."

She rolled her eyes, convinced he was just trying to scare her but resigned to dimming her wand to blackness. "Now tell me your name."

"You don't need to know my name." He was just playing with her. He knew it would drive her nuts and that's what he wanted. She surely wouldn't forget this night if she were constantly trying to figure out his name.

"Well that's hardly fair! I told you mine!" She tried halting in her tracks, refusing to go anywhere else. "Tell me your name or I'll go no farther with you."

"You're loss." He glanced back for a second to see if she had really stopped walking but didn't stop himself. He turned a corner and he was out of her sight.

She swayed to the side a little to see if she could see him but no such luck. She couldn't even hear footsteps. She looked around but couldn't see anything in the dark so she forfeited her attempt at protesting him and ran off in his direction and whipped around the corner where she crashed into something hard and much taller than her. He held her arms so she wouldn't fall. "For the record, you're in no position to be trying to bargain with ME, princess." He let go and continued walking.

"Excuse me? Princess?" She sputtered and followed him.

He ignored her comment. "Will you quiet down? Someone is going to hear us." He mumbled and carefully looked around each corner before continuing down the hall. She crossed arms again and glared at the only thing she could see, his blond hair practically shining in the near blackness. Suddenly he stiffed up and grabbed her arm, yanking her over to the side of the hall, hiding behind a suit of armor.

"What are you-?" He clamped a hand over her mouth and held her against his chest while whispering an invisibility charm.

"Don't move." He whispered sternly in her ear. She shivered a little and she wasn't sure why. But in no less than five seconds a grimy old man came hobbling around the corner. He was holding a lantern and a cat followed closely at his feet. 'This must be that Filch guy he's been talking about.' Her foot slipped a little making the charm flicker and Draco hissed and held her tighter because of it. He was holding her so tight she was hardly even touching the ground anymore. 'He can't keep this up can he? I'm not light. He must be pretty strong. Well I can hardly breathe so he must be.' Filch stopped, staring in their direction. She winced. It felt like she was being crushed up against stone, warm stone.

'Shit, if Filch catches us now, there's no way I can talk my way out of this. I'll be guaranteed to lose my title then Mother and Father will be furious.' He was growing more angry the closer Filch looked at them. Then as suddenly as he came, he shrugged, mumbled something about kids these days and hobbled off with the cat in tow. 'Thank Merlin.' He sighed in relief. He hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath. Once he was sure Filch was out of ear-shot he released the charm and dropped Samantha.

"Jeez, squeeze a little tighter why don't you." She coughed a little getting her breath back.

"I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't slipped! And how do you slip standing still?" He was unbelievably irritated with her.

"I was forced to stand on my toes because of the way you were holding me and, I don't know, my leg started shaking and gave!" She was so tired of this. All she wanted to do was go to bed. He decided against continuing the argument for fear of a repeat of Filch and just continued walking while she followed steadily behind him.

After a few minutes of silence he decided he had questions. "So in all seriousness, what were you doing out this late?"

She sighed, knowing she had no choice but to answer for fear of not getting back to the common room. "I was hungry. I was hoping I could find food somewhere."

"You didn't eat at dinner? And where did you expect to find food at this hour?"

"No I didn't eat… I… wasn't hungry." She wasn't about to tell him it was because she was stupid and nervous. "I was hoping there would be something left in the dining hall. I kind of knew there wouldn't be but I couldn't sleep so I figured it was worth a shot."

He thought for a second then stopped. He stopped and tapped his wand on the floor a few times. Within seconds a house elf appeared out of nowhere. "What can I get for you master?"

"I need you to make her something to eat. She didn't eat at dinner and is very hungry now. Leave it in the Gryffindor common room when you are done and tell no one what you are doing and that you saw either of us out here."

"Yes, Master." He disappeared as quickly as he came.

She looked astonished, but thankful. "Thank you. I appreciate it." He nodded and made a grunt to signify that she was welcome. They continued on in silence. When they finally reached the portrait of the Fat Lady he bowed low and began to walk off. "Thank you again!" But he was gone before she could say anything else. She sighed and said the password and entered the common room. Just like he had asked, there was a huge plate of food sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the common room. She sat down and ate eagerly. She finished quickly then headed straight to bed where she finally fell asleep but her dreams were less than peaceful.

Draco neared the end of his rounds and started heading back towards his common room. When he got back he was thankful to find the room empty. He sat down in front of the fireplace for a few so he could think. 'Why on Earth was I so nice to that girl? Sure she was attractive but I've been known to make even the prettiest girl cry for absolutely no reason at all. Not only did I help her but I hid her from Filch when I could've just hid myself and ditched her and I even got her food! What is going on? I must be going completely insane. Draco Malfoy is NOT nice.' He continued to sit and ponder his weird behaviors for an entire hour before he resigned to the fact that he must have been under some sort of charm or curse and went to bed hoping to sleep it off.

Samantha dreamt that she was being chased around by Filch and his cat, except they were both the size of fully grown trolls. Then the same blond haired boy came out of nowhere, the same size as Filch, and got rid of them both. Then he turned to her and picked her up with one of his huge hands and brought her up to his eye level. He gave her a wicked smirk then laughed hysterically, then she woke up. She was cold but sweating horribly. What a night. She decided that she wasn't going to get anymore sleep so she got up to shower. By the time she got back to her dormitory, just about all the other girls were wandering around in a sleep-filled haze. Some left to take showers and some just got dressed. Samantha just grabbed her books and sat in the common room waiting for Hermione to finish getting ready and hoping she would show her to some of her classes.

Her first class of the day was Defense against the dark arts with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They walked in and took their seats. She quickly discovered that the same blond haired boy from last night was in her class too. She was determined to find out his name and so while Professor Snape took attendance she listened intently, but she was quickly disappointed when she discovered that he only called names of people he didn't know or didn't see immediately. The Blond Boy's name was not called which meant the professor knew him well and saw him. She huffed and halfway through the class a piece of paper in the shape of a bird discreetly flew itself over to her desk and unfolded in front of her. It said; 'Did you figure it out yet?' She glared at it and tapped Hermione, who was sitting right next to her, on the shoulder. She turned towards Samantha. "What's the name of the blond boy sitting near the back of the room?"

Hermione turned to look, even though she already suspected who it was. When she caught sight of the only blond boy in the back of the room, he glared back at her, and she turned back around. "That's just Draco Malfoy. He's the biggest prat in the school. I wouldn't go near him if I were you." Samantha looked confused but scribbled the name down on the note and it folded itself back up and flew back to its original sender.

"Is he really? He helped me out a great deal last night…" She hated to admit it but he really did help her.

Hermione looked utterly baffled. "What? What happened?"

"Granger! Thomas! No talking!" Snape spat out. They jumped at his sudden outburst.

"I'll tell you after class."

Hermione nodded and the note flew back once Snape's back was turned. It said; 'Well it's about time princess.' Her face turned a slight shade of red out of frustration from the comment and she scribbled a response. 'Why do you keep calling me that?' But she never got a response.

After class she had wanted to confront Draco about why he kept calling her 'princess' but he was gone as soon as the class was dismissed. But she was already being attacked my Hermione with questions anyways. "Come on, I'll tell you at lunch." So she told Hermione all about what happened, conveniently leaving out the part about her singing.

"Wow, I didn't think he had it in him to be helpful." She mumbled.

"Why? What does he do to earn such a bad rap?"

Hermione sighed. "Well for starters, Harry, Ron, and I are his favorite targets for insults and harassment, His favorite hobby is making kids cry, and he's the richest snob in the school. I could go on if you'd like?"

"No, no, that's fine." Samantha was so confused, she almost wished she had refused to tell him her name and got turned in.

At lunch, Draco couldn't help his gaze always turning to her. She was just so curious. He had so many questions and he didn't know why.

"Hey, what's your problem?" His thoughts were immediately interrupted by Zabini.

"What do you mean?" He asked, irritated.

"You've been quiet all day and you're constantly staring at that new girl."

"I am not."

"Oh yes you are. You were staring at her all through class too and you were staring at her just now."

"What do you want Zabini?"

"I want to know what's going on. You can't hide stuff from me, mate." Zabini crossed his arms and sat back, waiting for his reply.

"I don't know. She's just… interesting."

"How so?"

"Well between you and me, I bumped into her while I was doing my rounds last night…"

"Oh, I see where this is going."

"No, not that. She was… Singing."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. But the song was heavy. It had a lot behind it. It sounded like she was really troubled about something too."

"And you care why, exactly?"

"I don't. But I'm curious to know what she was singing about."

"So ask her."

"I can't just ask her!"

"Well why the hell not?"

"I don't know. I guess I could. I can't explain it. She just seems so different."

"Try to explain."

"Well, she's one of the only girls to not fall at my feet." It was a regular thing for a majority of the girls in any of the houses to pine over him. I mean, why wouldn't they? He's rich and attractive and an ass! For some reason girls always seemed to be more attracted to the assholes. He was easily known as the School Heart-throb. His only real competition for that title was Harry Potter. He was the famous, all-around nice guy.

"So make her fall at your feet."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't play dumb. You couldn't have possibly forgotten about what your parents said. They said if you don't get a fiancé by your birthday, they'll arrange one for you. And even though a majority of the girls think you're the best thing to ever grace the Earth, I don't think any of them would agree to marry you. They know your reputation for not sticking with one girl for longer than a single night and your attitude can only be tolerated by most for so long. The only girl I know would jump at the chance to marry you is Parkinson and I know you don't want to marry her. Sure she puts out but being married to her? Blegh. Take this girl as a chance to restart and try something new. Try being committed to one girl for once. And if it doesn't work out and you're not interested, just make a fool out of her because she's a Gryffindor and take Parkinson. You know your parents are just going to set you up with Parkinson anyways because they know her parents and family well."

"Hmm… I think you might be onto something Zabini."

"Of course I am."

Draco's birthday was in January, and it was September, which meant he had about four months to make her love him. He was convinced he only needed a week, I mean, what girl wouldn't jump at the chance to be with him forever?

+END CHAPTER 2+

Please Review! I'm kind of happy about the direction this is going in and I don't know if there is a website that has the actual birthdays of the Harry Potter characters but for the purposes of this story, I want his birthday to be in January. Thanks for reading!