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AN: Yay another update! And it's not so soon, but at least it's not super late. Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to read, review, favorite and add to alerts, this story. It really means alot to me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Warnings: Underage drinking and implied sex, cursing and bad words.

"Tate," Gisele hissed underneath her breath as they sauntered into the potions classroom. Double potions with the 'Gryffindorks' couldn't be as bad as Draco had ranted for nearly twenty minutes that morning if Tate was in the same room, it was probably going to be even worse. Sucking in a big breath she ranted off underneath her breath a long prayer to Lilith, hoping against hope that she could avoid the other metamorph and her master for as long as possible. The black-haired familiar felt uneasy and her mood was not helped at all when her master decided to sit across from a certain green-eyed Gryffindor, Tate's aura was rolling off of him. The familiar felt she was about to pull her own hair out.

"..Potter, Malfoy..." Gisele was brought out from her own thoughts by a loud groan from Draco. Surprised, she looked around the room and noticed the students were pairing off. She didn't think much of it until she noticed a certain glass wearing Gryffindor was sitting at the desk that her master was approaching. Before Gisele even had time to curse at her bad luck, she was tackled to the floor by the very creature she had wanted to avoid. The other metamorph didn't give her a chance to complain about the rough treatment as a hand clamped down on her mouth and she was dragged into a corner.

"Make a noise or try to get back to the table and you won't live beyond the rest of this class," Tate hissed into her ear and Gisele tried her best to ignore the feeling of dread that pooled in her stomach. She let out a low growl but stopped struggling. As much as she didn't want to admit it, the blonde familiar was right. Sighing, the black haired metamorph leaned her head against the blonde's shoulder, not noticing the slight tensed movement the other made, counting the minutes before the double period would end.


Draco winced every time the knife slammed down on the cutting board that Potter was using. Out of he corner of his eye he kept a close watch on the boy and cursed him in his head when he realized what state the prat had left the roots in.

"Stop it you oaf, you will ruin them for the potion!" he snapped as he slapped the other boy's hands away from the cutting board and the root. The blonde sighed, it really was grating on his nerves to have to fix Saint Potter's mistakes every time the idiot screwed up, and added the root to the potion and began stirring the brew. "Just don't touch anything else, Potter! I do not want to fail this potion because of you," Draco sneered down at the shorter teen and proceeded to try and ignore the Gryffindork.

'Gisele, keep an eye on that idiot while I try to finish this,' Draco said in his head, knowing his familiar would be monitoring his thoughts. After a couple of seconds without getting a response, the Slytherin looked down at his shoulder only to start slightly when he didn't find the blue eyed metamorph there. 'Gisele! Where are you!' he hissed in his head as he turned to quickly scan the room. While he was looking away he didn't notice Potter lean over to look underneath their desk as if looking for something. The blonde thought he heard the Golden Boy whisper a name, but shrugged it off as he turned back to their potion. What he saw there made his eyes widen in apprehension.

"Potter, what are you-!" he never got to finish his question as the green eyed boy jumped in surprise at hearing his name called so suddenly. It took him five seconds to realize what was going to happen, and when he did he cursed rather loudly as the green liquid flew towards his Head of House.

"P-P-Pr-Professor!" the mudblood managed to choke out before the boiling liquid hit the man and he dodged it right on time. The unfinished potion burned a hole on Snape's desk as the man got up from the ground, face livid with fury. He turned and glowered down at the students before his eyes fell onto Draco and Potter's desk, the only one lacking a cauldron with potion in it. Draco shifted his eyes the away from the man as he sauntered over to them, Potter was really going to get it after that. The blonde did not bother to hide the smirk that spread across his face when Snape grabbed Potter by the front of his robes.

"You...YOU! Detention, tonight, seven, in my office!" Snape was unable to form complete sentences as he bellowed in Potter's face and began pushing him towards the door. Next to them, Draco was snickering and didn't notice the deadly glare that the man turned to him. "Detention for you too Mr. Malfoy. Class dismissed!" he snarled as the rest of the students dashed to get away from the angry man. The blonde Slytherin could only gape at the potions master and was about to protest the punishment when he felt a heavy weight on his shoulder.

Gray eyes narrowed as he looked down to find a hand on his shoulder. Someone began pulling him out of his seat and out of the classroom and he couldn't recognize the face attached to the hand. However, the touch was very familiar and he allowed the person to pull him out of there. It wasn't until they were far away from the potions classroom that he realized what was going on.

"Just who do you think you are!" he snarled as he pulled his hand back and caused the girl to turn back to look at him. A black eyebrow raised questioningly at him and he realized he was looking into the blue eyes of his familiar. "Gisele?" he asked unsure, the face those eyes were in was not the one the metamorph usually had.

"I would have guessed you would have seen a glamour before Draco," she sounded frustrated as she reached over to him once more. She gently threaded her fingers through his hair and spoke in soothing tones, "Calm down."

"Calm down about what?" he asked, the fingers in his hair successfully distracting him. His gray eyes widened once more as he remembered Potter. He slapped the hand out of his hair and turned on his heel to saunter down the hall. "Potter," he hissed, bloody murder flashing in his eyes, but before he could so much as take a step in search for the Gryffindor, Gisele grasped his shoulder once more.

"Look Draco, I know you are upset," she ignored the loud scoff her master gave at that statement, "but getting into a fight with Potter is't going to solve anything. I'll go to your detention for you tonight, okay?" the metamorph coaxed him gently as she pulled him back to hug him. For a couple of minutes Draco stood there, tense in his familiar's hug, contemplating his options. In the end, he decided that one detention, which he was now not planning on attending, was more than enough for one day. If he got in too much trouble at school, his mother would surely send a howler to him.

"Fine," he grumbled haughtily, wondering slightly at the very relieved sigh that escaped Gisele. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, but he let the reaction slide and decided to ponder on the matter at another time. Still somewhat peeved at Potter and curious as to what was going on with Gisele, he pulled his familiar down the hallway and towards the Slytherin Common Rooms, since Snape had kicked them out of class early, he had some time to relax before his next class.


"Hey, Dray," Pansy cheerfully greeted her best friend as she slung her arm over his shoulders. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Draco counted until ten before he turned to glare at the girl with icy, gray eyes.

"How many time have I told you, Parkinson, to not call me by those infernal names? My name is Draco, it really isn't that hard," he growled at her, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"I don't quite remember you ever telling me such a thing," she waved off his irritation as she pulled down on her arm to cause the boy to stumble and lean down to her height. "But you are going to the Slytherin Bash, right?" she whispered into his ear, her excitement obvious at finally being old enough to attend the infamous Slytherin party.

"As if you would let me miss it," he grumbled as he grabbed her hand and shoved her arm off of his shoulders. Straightening up just in time to glare at a group of third year Hufflepuffs, he added, "But you are not going to choose my outfit, Parkinson."

"Prick!" she cried, good naturedly, after him. Amused, Draco smirked to himself, scaring more than half the first years of any house he encountered, as he made his back to the dungeons. When he reached the fifth year Slytherin boy's dorms, he found Blaise lounging on his bed. However, he was still in a good mood and only tossed his bag to the Italian boy as he glided into the bathroom. Rolling his eyes at his best friend's antics he sat up on the blonde's bed.

"Pansy told you," he didn't bother to ask as he tossed a small box in his hand. Draco didn't reply as he walked out of the bathroom, shirtless and with a towel draped around his neck.

"What is that?" the blonde asked curiously as he walked over to his closet to pick out an outfit for the party. "Don't tell me you are going to propose to Pansy," he teased the Italian who stared at his back in disgust at the suggestion.

"She is like a sister to me, Draco!" he hissed and then laughed at the ridiculous idea of a marriage between Pansy and him. "And this isn't mine, it's yours," he said as he threw the box at the back of the blonde's head. Draco, however, whipped around and caught the box a second before it could come closer than an inch to his hair. "I couldn't open it though."

"Really?" he asked as he eyed the unfamiliar box, curious he tried to open the box. It opened easily and inside he could see two white-gold rings encrusted with three rubies each. However, Draco could still not see the initials carved into the middle ruby.

"Rubies?" Blaise asked as he looked over the blonde's shoulder.

"Rubies, the kings of gemstones, Blaise," Draco corrected his friend as he picked one of the rings in the box and put it on, by magic it adjusted to his size. On instinct, he had placed the ring on his right-middle finger, his eyes flashing as soon as the ring was settled, but neither boy noticed.

"Whatever, shouldn't you be getting ready?" the dark-haired boy asked, rolling his eyes once more at the blonde's antics, as he pushed the Malfoy back towards the bathroom.


"You have one hour to clean all the cauldrons in this room!" Snape roared as he slammed the door to the classroom in Gisele and Tate's faces. On the tables behind the metamorphs, there were close to two hundred dirty, potion cauldrons. Sighing, it was the blonde who turned away from glaring at the other and got to work on the cauldrons.

"What are yo doing here?" Gisele asked brusquely as she waved her hand at the cauldrons to levitate them.

"The same thing that you are," the other familiar replied as she leaned against one of the tables. She watched through eyes that imitated those of her master. Amusement was clear in her eyes as Gisele did the punishment all on her own. "Mr. Malfoy doesn't seem like the type of man to do chores, wouldn't you agree?" her voice was taunting and Gisele had to bite her lip until it bled to keep herself from lashing out.

"Don't you have anything better to do than to bother me?" she snapped as she placed the last of the cauldrons on its shelf.

"Seeing as I'm stuck here with you for the next forty five minutes, no I do not," Gisele didn't miss the note of glee in the other's voice at the prospect. She snorted in derision and marched over to Snape's, still charred, desk and sat on the edge of it. Her now-gray eyes glared at the metamorph that was wearing fake glasses.

"Just shut up," she growled moodily and Tate was about to respond to that but an odd look crossed her eyes. Instead of taking the chance to taunt or exasperate the other metamorph, the normally blonde familiar turned away from Gisele and glared at the ceiling.

"You are a dead man, Sirius Black," she growled so low, and so threateningly, that it sent shivers down Gisele's skin. She wanted to ask what the Hell she meant, but she wisely kept her mouth shut at the murderous look on the other's face. Distracted by the other metamorph, she didn't notice that the connection between Draco and her had become rather fuzzy.


"Dra~co!" Daphne Greengrass giggled in her drunk stupor as she clinged onto his arm. The boy sneered down in disgust at the girl as he pried her off his arm. The party hadn't even been going on for twenty minutes and the blonde girl was already smashed.

"Really, Daphne, you have no alcohol tolerance," he admonished her as he circled an arm around her waist to keep her steady against him, ignoring the slight tingling in his right hand. "How many drinks have you had?" he scrunched up his nose as he tried to walk and support his drunk girlfriend at the same time.

"I'm glad you cameee," she stumbled alongside him as she ignored the question and tried to take another drink from a random seventh year, however, Draco stopped her. "This party wouldn't be the same with out my Slytherin Sex God," the lust was evident in her glazed over eyes.

"Sex God? Of all the names I have ever heard for him, this surely has to be the first time I hear that one," Pansy down at the blonde girl. Everyone in Slytherin knew she disapproved of the girl and her antics,but Draco didn't care, not as long as he got what he wanted.

"Hmm, well he is, not that you would know," Daphne poked Pansy's chest with more force than necessary. The brunette whipped out her wand and was about to hex the other witch, when Draco let go of the blonde, causing her to fall to the ground. Immediately the odd feeling in his hand went away, but again he ignored it.

"Daphne, how many times have I told you not to insult my friends?" to anyone else it would have looked as if the drunk girl had merely let go and lost her balance, but the two fifth year girls knew what Draco was getting at, and Daphne glared darkly at her boyfriend's best friend.

"Many," she hiccuped as she stretched her arms to have Draco pick her up. Disgust flashed simultaneously through Draco's and Pansy's faces as they took a step away from the blonde.

"Millicent, I think it's time to get our dear Daphne back to the dorms," Draco called another one of his friends over and dismissed his girlfriend with a wave. "Good night, Daphne," his voice was cold as ice as he turned on his heel and left Millicent to deal with Daphne. The ring seemed to glint with pride, but no one but Daphne noticed the strange reaction.

"I don't know why you date her," Pansy grumbled as she grabbed two drinks from a nearby table and handed one to him.

"You know exactly why I date her, Pansy dear," Draco cooed at her as they walked over to the table Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Theodore were sitting at. "And I'll dump her as soon as I find a better toy, until then I need to be entertained."

"Gisele would be a much better toy," she sniffed. "She's meant to entertain you until you get a mate, even beyond that. You are just waisting your time with that slut."

"Language, sweetheart!" Blaise cried in mock indignation as he was the only one at the table to hear the argument between the two. "But she is right, Draco. Daphne, really isn;t the most..wholesome of girls to be dating."

Draco smothered them both with a glare as his pupils slitted for a second. "Gisele is not some mere object, Parkinson, Zabini, she is my familiar and I wouldn't do something like that to her!" he hissed in a voice that had dropped several octaves. The strange tingling feeling coursed through his hand again as he thought about having sex with Daphne. It somehow left a hollow feeling in him, but he ignored it once again as he continued the fight he had been having with his two best friends since the beginning of summer.

AN2: Dun, dun, dun, dun...and the plot thickens slightly! I do believe this is the longest chapter yet. Hmm, I wonder...anyways I hope you guys enjoyed, and please review if you want! :]