A/N: Hello all, sorry for being MIA lately…I realized a couple of days ago that I missed writing this, so I've decided to hop on the wagon again! So enjoy, and remember that reviews are much appreciated!

"WHAT IS THIS?!" Hermione Granger screeched at Breakfast. She dropped the Daily Prophet and her piece of toast simultaneously.

"It's a bit early for screaming, don't you think, Hermione?" Ron asked covering his ears.

"I definitely think that this calls for yelling," Hermione said indignantly and shoved the wizard newspaper towards Ron.

Ron's eyes scanned the front page's headline. In bold and capitalized, were the words: YOUNGEST MALFOY TAKES LOVER. He continued reading.

Draco Malfoy, son of notorious death eater Lucius Malfoy, who is currently imprisoned in Azkaban, has been spotted with his newest 'conquest.' The said conquest is fellow sixth year Ellisabeth Brightman, who recently transferred to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from America.

"She's absolutely HORRIBLE for Draco. I assume she's just using him to get a higher status," said classmate Pansy Parkinson.

Nobody knows for sure how long the two have been together, but sources say that the two are smitten with each other.

"They're a weird couple, but they seem happy together. I don't think I've ever seen Draco Malfoy happy other then when he's tormenting first years," said sixth year Susan Bones.

More news on the wiz-tastic couple to come shortly.

By Rita Skeeter, staff writer for the Daily Prophet

"How does she find this stuff out?" Ron picked his cereal spoon up again and resumed swallowing massive spoonfuls from his bowl.

"How does she find it out before we do?!" Hermione fumed.

"I suppose Pansy went and tattled to her. She'll do anything to tarnish Elly's image."

"That makes sense…oh; these journalists are just so barbaric when it comes to publishing gossip."

At that moment, the pair heard a recognizable giggle from behind them. They turned around to find Elly and Malfoy canoodling at the entrance to the great hall, and Harry standing awkwardly behind them.

"Poor Harry, he looks so…"

"Awkward," Ron finished Hermione's sentence.

"Hey, whore! Don't you have a brothel to work?" Pansy Parkinson shouted to Elly from her seat at the Slytherin table. She snickered and then said to her friend, Millicent Bulstrode, "Look at her. She thinks she owns him now."

"Well, Pansy, every brothel in Great Britain, as well as every street corner, is already being worked by you, so it seems as though you have more work to do than I would," Elly retorted.

At that comment, Pansy marched up to Elly and slapped her across her cheek. She smirked with malice, as she watched the brunette put her hand to her stinging cheek.

"Parkinson, what the bloody hell is your fucking problem?" Draco shouted.

"She's my problem, Draco. How could you do this to me?!" She pointed her finger at Elly, "I thought you loved me…we were supposed to be together forever!"

"Pansy, when will you stop acting like a desperate pig whose only mission in life is to get Draco?" Elly glared. "It's really unattractive!"

"You know what else is unattractive? You bloody flaunting Draco like he's a trophy! You're such a bloody bitch! I LOATHE you!" She screeched in rage.

"I'm fucking tired of you insulting me, Pansy! I've done nothing to you!"

"Are you mental? You've ruined my life!" And with that, Pansy pushed Elly to the ground and attempted to strangle her.

The whole hall was watching with interest. The cat fight between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin sixth years unfolding in front of them captivated their attention. Echoes of 'fight, fight, fight' filled the air.

"Don't touch me! You'll give me herpes!" Elly gasped.

"Parkinson, get off of her!" Draco's shouts had no effect on the Slytherin who was pulling her victim's hair.

"I won't stop until I've hurt her as much as she's hurt me!"

Draco finally wrapped his arms around the thrashing girl and attempted to pull her off of Elly. He failed. He then grasped his wand and pointed it at her. "Stupefy!" A blast of red light emitted from his wand, and Pansy went limp on top of Elly.

Harry was quick to pull the unmoving Slytherin from on top of her.

"Thanks for that," Elly breathed heavily as she sat up.

"Don't mention it," Harry turned to see the whole school starting intently at Elly and Draco, and the stupefied Pansy. "Fight's over…you can go back to your previous activities."

"That horrible little witch! I'm going to strangle her when I get the chance," Elly was fuming. Before she could say or do anything else, a slew of professors came running in.

"What on earth went on here?!" Madame Pomfrey gasped, gesturing towards a limp Pansy.

"She attacked Elly," Draco said.

"Who stupefied her?" Professor McGonagall asked in a stern voice. "I can assure you that if no one comes forth, every student in this room will be assigned a months worth of detention, and it will not be a pleasant experience."

"I did it, professor," Draco said.

"This is certainly uncharacteristic of you, Mr. Malfoy."

Harry rolled his eyes at the false statement. This was just the thing that Malfoy was capable of doing. Although to a first year who refused to give up his sickles was more likely to be the victim.

"She was viciously attacking Elly, I couldn't just stand there and let Pansy take an eye out," Draco defended himself.

"I'm sure Ms. Brightman is perfectly capable of defending herself," Snape decided to intervene at that moment. "Besides, last I heard you and Brightman were ready to curse each other into oblivion."

"Well…the circumstances have changed." Draco looked at Elly. "We're…we're an item."

The professors looked at him puzzled, except for McGonagall, who looked smug, as she probably suspected her two students would get together eventually.

"And I wasn't going to let a jealous, childish girl hurt her," he said more confidently.

"While your chivalry is appreciated, Mr. Malfoy, you must never use harmful spells on another student. They could have horrible consequences," McGonagall lectured.

"I wouldn't mind seeing some of those consequences on Parkinson," Ron grumbled under his breath.

"Quiet, Weasley," The head of his house said sternly. "As you know, Malfoy, your actions have consequences. Seventy five points will be deducted from Slytherin, and you will serve a month of detention with Mr. Filch. Your parents will also be notified."

At the mention of his parents, Draco went white. So this is what he got from prevented woman-slaughter. A fat old punishment. He'd have to show Elly that he really was a good Samaritan another way.

At last, the crowd in the center of the great hall diminished, and Draco and Elly left.

"I'm sorry Parkinson caused a scene," Draco said. He really was embarrassed. Honestly, he wasn't that great. Sure girls had fought over him before, but it was all childish, and he didn't think anything of it…back then, at least.

"I guess I should have been expecting it. Pansy did declare war on me, after all," Elly shrugged casually. "I'm just disappointed I didn't get to knock at least two teeth out of her. The uglier she looks, the more people tease her. The more people tease her, the more her self-esteem is lowered," she paused for breath, "and the more her self-esteem is lowered, then hopefully she'll think twice about making other people feel like shit."

"You've thought about this, haven't you?"

"I've thought about burning her with a blowtorch, if that's what you mean."

"You know, maybe you should burn Filch with a blowtorch instead, so that I could be let out of detention due to his massive third degree burns."

"Mm..nah, you deserve to suffer," she smiled playfully.

A shout rang through the hall, "Elly! Are you alright? I heard what happened in the great hall earlier…Pansy's absolutely dreadful," Cho Chang bustled over to where Elly and Draco were standing, Cedric at her side.

"I'm still in one piece, aren't I?"

"Yes, well…those Slytherin's can be ruthless…she could've really hurt you."

Draco caughed.

Cho and Cedric glared.

"They really are like snakes…you can never be sure when they'll bind you," Cho looked at Draco when she said that.

"Enough, Chang," Draco snapped. "Look, I know your opinion of me probably is not the greatest, but I happen to genuinely like Elly. Yeah, I know, it's extremely out of character for me, and I'm kind of in surprise myself, but I really can't help it. Now if you want to stop being such a damn bloody prude with and looking like you smell something rancid, just shut up. I don't say that crap about Diggory," he proclaimed.

Cho narrowed her eyes at him, "Listen Malfoy, I don't trust you, and I certainly do not like you. But I do like Elly, so I'll just pretend like you don't exist…for now."

"Fine by me. That's how I've been treating you all these years anyways. I mean, your quidditch team is practically non-existent in terms of winning, so this should not be hard at all."

"Whatever, asshole. I'll see you in the common room, Elly," she grabbed Cedric's hand and marched off.

"Why can't everyone just accept this!?" Elly groaned in frustration.

"Because we're different, I suppose. They can't seem to wrap their thick heads around the fact that I have a heart," Draco said.

"Even if your parents don't…"

Draco snapped his head up, "what did you say?"

"I said, you have a heart, even if your parents don't."

"You don't know my parents…you have no right to say that," he said coldly.

"So what? I may not know them, but I definitely know their public image. Draco, your father is sitting in Azkaban right now for killing and torturing innocent people…and he deserves it," Elly said with equal coldness. "And your mother just sat back and watched…which is the worst thing a person can do." She struck a chord, she realized, and for the second time that day, Elly was slapped. The second slap was not one that was expected. Therefore, she clutched her cheek in shock, feeling where his ring had made an indent.

Draco stepped back, in awe of what he had just done. He had done what his father had done to his mother numerous times. He had promised himself he would never be like that. Ever. The phrase, 'father like son' ran through his mind. "I…I," he tried to begin.

Elly gave him the coldest look he had ever seen, and her face was void of all emotion, "I have nothing to say to you, except that you're as bad as he is."