By the way, which I'm sure you noticed, this particular story doesn't fully follow J.K.R's plot, especially since the series has been over for a while XD

Sorry about the previous chapter, it was sort of a filler ^_^

I tried to make this one a lot longer than the last one (:

Enjoy:

Two weeks had passed and Rachel felt lonelier than ever. It was usually so easy for her to make friends, but for some reason this was different. Her first friends were in Gryffindor and her only Slytherin friend had managed to land herself in the Hospital Wing due to complete clumsiness. The brunette could never understand the feud between the Slytherin and Gryffindor house and found it hard to communicate with Harry, Ron, and especially Hermione. On her way to Potions, the eleven year old observed every corner and painting on the way there; reaching the dungeons she walked in to a classroom filled with complete strangers. Speeding up her pace she sat down at an empty table in the back. No teacher was in sight and half the students didn't even come in yet. Five minutes had passed and Rachel began to dose off until the sound of the bell and a seat being moved woke her up. She looked up and saw a pale boy with platinum blond slicked back hair and amazing blue eyes. This boy was gorgeous; his cold eyes matched his arrogant exterior perfectly. He reminded her so much of her grandmother, arrogant, yet graceful.

"I know I'm amazing but you should really stop staring." The boy scowled at her, making her feel even worse. Usually the boisterous girl would have a few witty comebacks, but not today. The brown haired girl turned her head and waited for the teacher to come in. "I'm Malfoy by the way, Draco Malfoy. But I'm sure you already knew that."

She turned her head to face him again. "No, not really."

This Malfoy boy seemed shocked at her response. "You are a Slytherin and you haven't heard of me?"

"Nope, sorry, was I supposed to?" She said arching her eyebrow at the now bewildered boy.

"Well I guess you have a lot to learn then, don't you?" Rachel looked at the blond haired boy with complete confusion. "So what's your name girl?"

"Rachel Sawyer."

-Present-

First Potions lesson of the year and I'm already dosing off, wonderful. Blah, Blah, Blah…Wow, Snape's beginning of the year lecture is as interesting to listen to as watching paint dry. His loud, monotone voice could possibly put a baby to sleep and give it nightmares at the same time. I stared at his crooked nose and greasy black hair, and it made me wonder if he will ever have kids to begin with. Professor Severus Snape, what a strange man he was. As cruel as he may come off, I doubt he was always like that…Leaning on Draco, I felt as if my head was about to fall off. Did you ever get these migraines that make your skull pulsate? Well this is one of them, and it's only the first day of school. My brain was shutting off…I knew I should have went to sleep earlier…damn Danielle and her needs to talk and share information. I stared at the front of the class and watched Snape move his mouth and hands, giving us all rules and a bunch of threats I'm sure. Every year the lecture was the same, so you would think that by now he would just cut to the chase? He wasn't a very pleasant man; I learned that the hard way back as a first year; since then I wasn't really his favorite. I tried to focus on the last few sentences of his speech, yet all I heard was something along the lines of partners, seat change, and many projects in the future. Wait… seat change?

I turned my head to look up at Draco and whispered, "What'd he say about seat changes?"

"Nothing that concerns us, after all he is the head of our house." I groaned and dropped my head on the desk which happened to emit a loud bang through out the classroom. "Speak for yourself; he loves you, me on the other hand, not so much."

"Is there anything you'd wish to repeat to class Sawyer?" Raising my head I was met with the cold, beady black eyes of Professor Severus Snape. "Well…?"

"No, sorry Professor"

"Good, next I catch you Sawyer, I will not be as forgiving. Slytherin or not…" He swiftly walked back to the front of the class and continued talking. I gave Draco a 'YOU SEE' look, only causing him to snicker. "As of now, I will be changing your seats. Do not move until you are instructed to, your seating arrangements will be on the board," He took out his wand, and with a flick, a chart appeared with all of our names on it. "Find your names and sit down, once you have done so, we will begin your first lesson. Hurry up."

I stood up and tried to find my name, located in the very center I saw Draco's right to the left of me. "Hey look at that," I said shoving Draco. "We're sitting together. Finally, that greasy haired prick has done something in my favor!" I stood up and saw him roll his eyes at my comment. "What?"

"I don't understand how you even get the grades you do. Honestly Sawyer, I'm near you not with you. My partner is…" The moment Draco saw his partner his face dropped completely and lost all the color it seemed to possess before. "Oh, bloody brilliant. Just great, fucking brilliant."

I looked up to the board and started laughing. Pansy Parkinson was printed right next to Draco's and just the thought of the two all year made me laugh even more. I stood up and began to walk to my designated area, with Draco sulking not too far behind.

"You think this is funny, really? I wouldn't be laughing if I was you right now."

"Why not? I find this the highlight of my morning, I assure you." Sitting down in to my seat, I was still laughing. In fact his reaction just made this even funnier. I looked up at him and saw a smirk forming across his face. My laughter had subsided and I just stared at him. "What?" Causing him to shake his head and smirk some more.

"Well, if you think I'm unlucky at least I'm with my own kind."

"Well Draco, I wouldn't say your OWN kind. But I doubt my partner could be as bad." Just as I looked up Snape stood up and the chart disappeared. Feeling the chair next to me shift I came face to face with a mess of red hair. I turned back to see Draco and Pansy laughing at my misfortune.

"Would you like to take back your previous words love?"

"Shut up Malfoy." I turned my head and tried to ignore the intoxicating scent of the red haired boy next to me. I refuse to look at him. If I need to turn my head, I will look at Draco. That's it. That red haired boy…man…THING…will not receive any of my attention…end of story.

"Now that you are all seated, I expect complete silence. Someone tell me what bezoar is?" Nobody raised their hand except for Hermione. "Besides Granger…?" There was a complete silence. "Yes Granger?"

I looked at Hermione as she put her hand down. "Bezoar is a shriveled, kidney like "stone" that comes from the stomach of a goat, it is meant to protect from most poisons. Actually-"

"Enough, would anyone like to add on?" There was an absolute silence. "Oh I know, Sawyer how about you? Since I see it is so hard for you to pay attention."

I sat up and felt Ron move as well. "Well…um… a bezoar isn't a stone but a hairball that looks something like a stone and the properties that are given to bezoars in legends are usually true?"

He nodded his head. "Very well, now with your partner, identify a potion that puts its drinker in to a very deep slumber. Once you have done that, start on your homework which is on the board. You may begin."

I gave Draco a pleading look and took out my book. "Do you have any idea what it is?" I stared at Ron as I received no answer in reply. "Weasley, I asked you a question."

He looked up at me in a daze and answered rather rudely. "What?"

"Are you bloody deaf, I said do you have any idea what damn potion he is talking about?" I was trying to be civil and this is what I get. That boy sure knows how to act like a brat. Honestly, a simple question.

"I don't know; a sleeping potion?" He didn't bother looking at the book and kept drawing on his parchment. ARE YOU KIDDING ME! THAT'S ALL HE HAS TO SAY! We spent a total of fifteen minutes sitting next to each other and that's how he's acting!

"Really? Because I couldn't figure that out before, Merlin we seem to have the world's smartest boy here. A bloody sleeping potion, you'd have to be a genius to figure that one out." Muttering under my breath, words that probably shouldn't be repeated, I kept flipping through the book, aimlessly scanning the words and paragraphs for help. After a good ten minutes I found the potion, with no help from Ron. Grabbing the quill out of his hand he finally looked up at me. "Look Weasley, I am trying to be decent and you are making this very hard."

For the first time in the entire class period he looked up at me. "Nobody asked you to do me any favors Sawyer."

"I'm not doing you any favors Weasel, but your help is needed in this class too."

"Why? Snape loves you lot, I'm sure you'll get a fantastic grade." His blue eyes were boring in to mine. My face was so close to his I could practically feel his breath on my cheek. I could see every freckle and line on his face. The way his lips parted when he takes frustrated breaths. The way his unruly red hair covered his eyes just a bit. Ron's eyes weren't the same shade of blue as Draco's. Draco has icy cold, steel blue eyes; ones that glowed and illuminated his entire face. Ron's eyes was a watery, warm sort of blue, pleasant and inviting…not to me of course. AND WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL AM I THINKING? I moved my face a bit and created more of a distance between us.

"I'll get a 'fantastic' grade because I actually have a brain in my head, unlike a pathetic excuse of a wizard like you." I could see that I was pushing his buttons, but I couldn't back down from a fight like this. Not to mention when I was putting in an effort to be decent and civilized, while this arrogant bloke was doing everything in his power to shoot down my attempts. I am a Slytherin, we don't even make efforts like these. "In fact I don't know why I even bothered asking you in the first place. Like you would be any help." The bell rang and slammed the book shut and shoved it in my bag as fast as I could. I could see Ron was fuming, his mouth was about to open when I beat him to it. "The potion was the Drought of Living Death, have fun with your homework, Weasel. If you need any help…don't ask me." Grabbing my bag I walked out of the dungeons before I could see any one else and headed on to Transfiguration. I could see Draco was confused when I shoved past him, but I was not in the mood. I don't hate him; I honestly don't hate anyone of significant importance. But I'm saving him the trouble and myself the consequences. And by consequences I do NOT mean the Slytherins, but my grandmother in particular. I know, I know, I should follow my own choices, make my own decisions, you create your own destiny, anything is possible, don't let anyone stop you from achieving your goals, yeah, yeah. Well it's not as easy as it sounds! I'm a teenage girl! We suck at decision making…that's a fact. This isn't some fairy tale where everyone understands! No, especially in a time like this when Volde-oops I mean The Dark Lord is at large. Maybe I'm just not strong enough, but I refuse to be the girl to give up her safety net and stability. I'm sixteen for Merlin's sake. The rest of the day flew by in a blur, up until the evening came along. The common room was quiet, empty, and finally peaceful. I was on my last sentence in Snape's essay when the portrait burst open and Danielle flew in.

"Oh lord, Rachel where the fuck have you been, we need to talk, NOW." Danielle grabbed my hand and led me to the girls' dormitory. I sat down as she paced back and forth around the room. I waited a few minutes or so, and she just kept pacing…and pacing…

"So, Dan, you mind telling me what happened instead of walking back and forth?"

"You want to know what happened. It was bloody pathetic! It was embarrassing, I feel so stupid!"

"Yea, so how about telling me what happened BEFORE you go on to your ramblings." She stopped in her tracks as tears rimmed her pale green eyes. "Oh god, honey, come here. It's Blaise isn't it?" She nodded her head in to my shoulder. "What happened?"

"I coufed 'im cheaain uh mmm wif uafnee un du kloothet"

"What?" She looked up at me, tear stained face, yet she still looked beautiful. "I caught Blaise snogging Daphne Greengrass in the closet."

The smoke and mirrors
The lies that bind your tongue
Is this oppression what we wanted
Or what we needed?
As we function on impatience
When our patience is wearing thin
Will you live a lie that will destroy us all?