So here's chapter six--segement seven. Thanks to the four people who have reviewed me so far, but it would be much appreciated if more people would do so; I need to know if people are enjoying this. Anyway, here's the next chapter, my lovelies. I hope you enjoy. If ya do, please review. Thank you so much!


Chapter: Six

LUCY PALED.

How could Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, be the owner of such an amazing and powerful aroma? Why would he be? And why was it so tempting to her?

She hated Malfoy, she downright loathed him. Yeah, she hadn't dealt with Malfoy like Harry, Hermione, and Ron had, but that didn't make much of difference. Malfoy was still a vile human being. He and his father had caused so many problems for people in the past and were things that disgusted Lucy to the core. So why these sudden feelings?

The brunette shook her head. She had to be imagining things or maybe her nose was just messed up—the latter sounded the closest to being right considering how it's been acting lately. Whatever it was, she had to calm herself and ignore the smell while ignoring the owner as much as possible.

Deciding to breathe through her mouth, Lucy straightened her back and placed on a calm expression. She just pretend she was fascinated with her reflection in the mirror as one of Malkin's assistance attended to Draco since Malkin was still in the back getting Lucy her robes. She inwardly scowled when the assistant made the blond boy stand next her to wait for Malkin and her magical tape, but remained stone-face. Maybe he wouldn't notice her.

Such wistful thinking went out the window when Madame Malkin appeared from the backroom and spoke to Lucy, holding a few pair of robes in her arms, "Miss. Calix, I have a few robes I need you to try to see if they fit."

Lucy inwardly groaned and chewed the inside of her cheek when she felt Malfoy's icy eyes land on her. "Uh…th-thank you, ma'am." she said tightly, taking the robes from her into her arms.

"You're welcome. Now, who are you?" Malkin peered to Malfoy, who was still staring at the girl beside him.

"Draco Malfoy. I need new robes. I'm in Slytherin." the boy muttered emotionlessly.

"Right." the old woman nodded. She took his measurements before disappearing into the backroom again.

At that point, Lucy felt cold sweat on her body while her insides squirmed. Malfoy was still staring at her and he was probably smirking that smug smirk of his. That smirk, his staring, and his scent started to grade on her nerves.

"Take a picture, Malfoy, it lasts a shitload longer." she finally growled out, a bit stiffly, peering to him in the corner of her eye—its hue was now a dark mustard color. She was feeling lightheaded again, more so than before. Why the hell did he smell so good?

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Calix? Haven't the great Draco Malfoy stare at you all day long," Malfoy said slyly, his smirk growing as he eyes trailed her body up and down. "Though, there isn't much of you to look at, even for a half-blood."

Pursing her lips, her expression darkened; she was a little self-conscious about her body. So what if he smelled good and looked good—yes, she admitted to herself that he was attractive three years ago—but those were the only good things about him. Otherwise, he was a huge git, a prick, a prat, and any other insult that Lucy could think of—she knew a lot.

"Like I would want an asshole like you to look at me. I don't even want you in the same room as me, let alone breathing the same air." she said dryly, slipping her arms through one of the robes she had been given.

It was Malfoy's turn for his mood to darken from her comment. "You should be more respectful to your superiors. You should be honored to be in the same room with a pureblood such as myself." the other sixth year hissed.

The Gryffindor scoffed with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever helps you get dressed in the morning," Her stoic expression became snide as she shot him a smirk. "Unless Daddy has to help you with that, too. Or is he too busy kissing Voldemort's ass?"

When his eye twitched a little Lucy smirked even more knowing she had hit a nerve. Well, he was going to hit a nerve as well. "At least I know my father." Malfoy spat poisonously.

Lucy's eyes narrowed and she was about to retort when Malkin's voice cut her off, "Any of them fit, dear?" That was to Lucy, but she was looking at the two teenagers glowering at each other. She arched a brow quizzically. "Am I in the middle of something?"

"No," Lucy said, tearing her attention her eyes away from the silver ones of Malfoy. Her face became emotionless again and held up two robes. "These fit, ma'am."

"Wonderful. Bring them over to the counter and I'll ring them up for you," Malkin stated then, spoke to Malfoy. "And I'll be with you in a moment, son." Neither adolescent said anything as they nodded. Nodding back, the seamstress went over to the counter.

Lucy started to follow, wanting to get away from Malfoy as soon as possible, but his pale hand shot out and caught her elbow. He pulled her back towards him. When she was face to face with him, his nose inches from hers, Lucy stiffened at the close proximity and how being that close made her smell him even more so. His scent was overwhelming, Lucy had to hold her breath quickly and ignore the heat in her cheeks. She glared up him as a smirk tugged his lips.

"What? No witty or crude comeback before you leave, Calix?" he teased viciously, his grip tight on her elbow.

"Let. Go. Or you'll lose your arm." Lucy warned dangerously. He just continued to smirk, but released her. Huffing, she rubbed her arm and shot him one last glare before going over to the counter to buy her robes.

Lucy bought her robes and nearly bolted from the shop.

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Draco allowed a triumphant smirk to cross his lips as he watched Lucy's retreating back.

He hated know-it-all, and smartass half-blood girls like her. Lucy was stubborn, sarcastic, rebellious, hot-headed, and strong-willed and many other traits Draco loathed in a girl. He was disgusted with her. However, his strong hatred for her made him want to torment her more than anyone—not more than the so-called "Golden Trio", though.

At first, because of her guarded and nonchalant attitude, the Slytherin Prince had found it difficult to ruffle her up. Nevertheless, over time, Lucy started to fight back because Draco had found enough material to get under her skin. Sure, she still ignored him and/or seemed unaffected by his insults. Yet, there were moments when he knew he made her furious because he had hit a nerve within her. A moment like the one before Lucy had left.

He was finally starting to get to her. He starting to get under her skin, get really under her skin, and he was finding great pleasure in that. The blond boy had seen the way she held her breath and how her face heated up when he pulled the brunette to him.

Oh, yes, this year was going to be real good. Harassing Lucy was going to be the highlight of the year and was going to make up for everything he was going to have to do.

Thinking of said tasks, put a damper on his mood and his smirk faltered.

Maybe bullying Lucy was going to be the only good thing this year…

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She could finally breathe. Lucy's nose was still ensnared by the scents of the people in the Diagon Alley as she walked briskly towards Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, the shop Fred and George Weasley owned, but it was better than being consumed by Malfoy's aroma—anything was better than being in his presence.

Shakily, she ran her long, pale fingers through her tresses and breathed out deeply. What the bloody hell was that about, Lucy!? What is wrong with you?! Out of the people to get under your skin, Draco Malfoy is not supposed to be one of them! So what if he smells good!?, Just thinking back to the boy's aroma made her knees weak. It was wonderful, though… She jumped and shook her head, scowling. No, Lucy! Knock it off, right this minute! Malfoy is a lowlife! Scum! A bastard! He has hurt your friends on more than one occasion!

"Luciana?" came a whimsical and airy female's voice.

Jumping, startled, Lucy snapped her head up to see none other than her other really good friend from Ravenclaw, Luna Lovegood standing in front of the same store that Lucy was heading to. The lovely blonde smiled sweetly back at her. "I thought it was you, Luciana. You always have a deep pensive look on your face. Always lost in your own thoughts."

Lucy smirked a little and shoved her hands in her back pockets, putting on her usual laidback demeanor. "You're one to talk, Luna." she said playfully.

"I suppose your right." the younger girl agreed, that dreamy smile on her face. Then, she cocked her head to the side with a curious expression on her face. "Though, I do wonder what you were thinking about this time. Whatever it was seemed to make you very flustered and that is not an easy task."

Stiffening, Lucy bit down on the inside of her cheek and her cheeks became flushed again. She kept forgetting how observant the Ravenclaw was sometimes because she acted so ditzy. Luna and Stefan knew Lucy too well.

Clearing her throat, keeping her composure, the older and taller girl shrugged. "Eh. It was nothing serious. I was just thinking of how much harder Potions class is going to be this year. I'm terrible at it and Snape doesn't make it any easier." she stated. She was good at science-type magic, but Potions didn't seem to be one of them—she was horrid at it. And as she said, Professor Snape seemed to love to hound Lucy because of her lack of skills in his subject—then again, he hated most Gryffindors.

"Makes sense, but you don't have to worry. I heard that the Headmaster hired someone else to fill the position of the Potions teacher as Professor Snape was switched to Defense Against the Dark Arts." Luna pointed out as she and the other girl started to head into the joke shop.

Lucy's brows shot up, walking side by side with Luna. "Seriously?" she asked astonished. The blonde nodded making the brunette whistled impressed. "That must've made Snape's day."

"He was probably jumping up and down with joy." said Luna, her voice having to go a bit louder because of the noise. The joke shop was filled with people, mostly kids, and was filled with various knickknacks. The place looked amazing and so lively.

At her companion's comment, Lucy thought about it and arched a brow at the image of glowering and mean Severus Snape jumping up and down with a big smile on his face. "I don't know whether I should laugh or be sick at such a thought." she muttered, scratching her cheek. Luna released a giggle, which made Lucy smile a bit.

"What's so funny?" asked Stefan's voice as the tall boy appeared before the girls.

"Hello, Stefan." Luna greeted politely.

"Hey, Luna." the dark-haired male grinned, speaking just as politely. Then, he repeated his question, "So what's so funny?"

"The thought Snape jumping up and down with happiness because Dumbledore's letting him be the DADA teach this year." Lucy answered, gazing around for the others. "Where's Scar-Boy, Fire-Crotch, and Miss. Genius?"

"Around here…somewhere. We sort of got separated when we entered," Stefan said then, chortled from the first half of what she had said. "And that is quite funny. Might be a wee bit strange to see Professor Snape behave in such a manner, though."

"Maybe that's because Snape is dried up old guy with barely any personality." she said, her golden eyes still looking out for Harry, Hermione, and Ron over the many heads of people. She was starting to feel lightheaded again because of all the people, but it didn't make her feel as dizzy compared to Draco's odor—she considered the mass to be a relief in a way.

"Lucy," Stefan scolded with furrowed brows. "That is no way to talk about one of your elders. If your grandmother had heard you--"

"Well, she's not here and besides, she hates him just as much as I do." Lucy countered dully. She turned to her friends. "I'm gonna look around on my own."

"All right. Have fun." Luna beamed.

"Don't get lost." Stefan told her.

"Righteo, mates. Peace." Lucy started to maneuver her way through the crowds.

Watching her go, Stefan sighed shaking his head. That girl always made him worry, especially nowadays. She was becoming friendlier with others, but seemed much more distant. If that didn't make him worry than her constantly walking off on her own certainly did.

A small hand was placed on his arm making the young man's head to snap to its owner. Luna smiled a tender smile up at him. "Don't worry about her so much, Stefan. Luciana is tougher than most and she has a good head on her shoulders. She's just a tad misguided." she reassured, looking up at him.

He stared down at her for a moment before grinning. "You're right, Luna. You are the only other person who knows how much of a hassle Lucy is. What would I do without you?"

"You'd probably have more nargles circling your head than you already do." the witch said.

"Yes," he chuckled. "That's probably true."

Grinning even more, Luna grabbed his big, pale hand and dragged him further into the shop. Stefan just allowed her to do so, enclosing his fingers around hers.