A/N: Well, this is going be slightly long, cause I've got lots to say.

1) So sorry for the long wait on updates I didn't think anyone was still reading Veil. Which brings us to...

2) I really need you people to review. As much has I(and every other author I've read) joke about it, I CANNOT know if anyone is reading my stuff if I don't get reviews. And it doesn't have to be long or anything, just a quick "That was a great chapter. Update." To let me know you read the thing is fine. Otherwise, if no one reviews, I'll maybe keep writing for my own amusement but I won't go through the trouble of posting it up here.

3) The overall plot I know but if there's anything specific you want to see, from anyone, review or email me with it. I can always use help coming up with little, sub-ploty scenes to use to open big plot moments with.

Below is the funny and pointless A/N that I had already typed up with this document before I stopped posting(I've had this and several other chapters written, or mostly written for a long time). We should see a chapter a week or so for a little while IF I get reviews. I think that's all.

A/N: Hey look! Another scene from Draco's POV. What a pity. ::smiles gleefully:: You know there's a reason I always play Slytherin characters on my online RPGs. I enjoy this too much.

Disclaimer: Same as last time. A lot of actual dialog from this scene is straight from JK's beautiful book Goblet of Fire. I am merely reusing some bits but putting them from a different POV. Nobody freak. Most of this fic is 100 my writing. I'm just striving for complete accuracy.

Draco pulled open his mail packet as he walked towards the Great Hall. It had arrived in his dorm room thanks to his personal owl at the same time that his mother's had arrived in the Great Hall that morning.

"Letter from home...father's writing of course. Various invites. Social Gossip. Daily Prophet…oh! Poor Weasley." His voice went from bored to falsely sympathetic as he read the paper's headline.

And then, as if a gift from the gods, before him appeared the Golden Trio.

"Weasley! Hey Weasley!" he called.

What?" Ron snapped as they all turned around.

"Your dad's in the paper Weasley." Draco said, brandishing his Daily Prophet and making sure everyone in the packed Entrance Hall could hear him. "Listen."

Further Mistakes At The Ministry of Magic

It seems as though the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not yet at an end, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. Recently under fire for its poor crowd control at the Quidditch World Cup, and still unable to account for the disappearance of one of its witches, the Ministry was plunged into fresh embarrassment yesterday by the antics of Arnold Weasley, of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

"Imagine them not even getting his name right, Weasley." He commented, pleased. Finally getting some of his own back against the loud-mouthed, whiney Muggle lover who was always pestering him.

Straightening the paper with a flourish he continued to read.

Arnold Weasley, who was charged with possession of a flying car two years ago, was yesterday involved in a tussle with several Muggle law-keepers("policemen") over a number of highly aggressive dustbins. Mr. Weasley appears to have rushed to the aid of "Mad-Eye" Moody, the aged ex-Auror who retired from the Ministry when no longer able to tell the difference between a handshake and attempted murder. Unsurprisingly, Mr. Weasley found, upon arrival at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded house, that Mr. Moody had once again raised a false alarm. Mr. Weasley was forced to modify several memories before he could escape from the policemen, but refused to answer Daily Prophet questions about why he had involved the Ministry in such an undignified and potentially embarrassing scene.

"And there's a picture, Weasley!" Draco added the next piece to his current petty revenge. Oh he knew it was petty. He also knew it was fun and not something he could get in trouble for. He shoved the image at the Golden Trio. "A picture of your parents outside their house…if you can call it a house!" the insult didn't seem to be enough for the reaction he wanted so Draco thought quickly and added, "Your mother could do with losing a bit of weight, couldn't she?"

Ron paled brilliantly and then flushed a bright red. He was practically shaking with fury.

"Get stuffed Malfoy," Harry spat, grabbing Ron's arm. "Come on, Ron…"

"Oh, yeah, you were staying with him this summer, weren't you, Potter?" Draco sneered at his rival. Maybe he was sadistic…or a masochist...or whatever, but he always found these 'debates' exhilarating…fun even. "So, tell me, is his mother really that porky, or is it just the picture?"

"You know your mother, Malfoy?" Harry shot back, unaware of what he was doing. "That expression she's got, like she's got dung under her nose? Has she always looked like that or was it just because you were with her?"

Draco felt his face go slightly pink. That disgusting little brat! "Don't you dare insult my mother, Potter." He growled trying to control his fury.

"Keep your fat mouth shut, then." Harry said with finality, beginning to turn away.

Draco slammed his hand into his robes, yanking his wand free. "Reducto!"(1) he yelled. The blast nearly covered his words with a loud BANG before shooting off towards Harry's head. It wouldn't do much damage, just shove him out of the way. Draco wasn't trying to hurt him, just warn him not to mess with Narcissa Malfoy. No one talked about his mother!

There was second loud BANG and suddenly Draco felt as though he was twisting…melting. Still clinging to the rules of being a Malfoy Draco only screamed in his mind as he fought the rolling pain.

Alex pushed through the crowd angrily. Draco was dueling someone. The moron. By the time she reached Crabbe and Goyle though he was nowhere to be seen.

"Vince?" she put a hand on Crabbe's shoulder trying to get him to look at her. "Vince where the hell is Draco?!"

"OH NO YOU DON'T LADDIE!" An unfamiliar voice yelled. All three Slytherin's jumped and stared at Professor Moody as he made his way towards them. His wand was pointed at...Alex traced the line of sight and found a small white ferret on the stone floor. For a long moment her mind refused to believe what she was seeing.

"Did he get you?" the Professor asked Potter.

"No," the other boy said," missed."

"LEAVE IT!" Moody yelled, causing Vince to freeze as he tried to pick up what used to be Draco. The Professor took a few limping steps towards them. The ferret squeaked in fear and took off towards the dungeons.

"Draco! No, wait!" Alex yelled at the same moment Moody cried, "I don't think so!"

He pointed his wand at Draco again and the ferret flew straight up about ten feet before slamming back into the ground. Once there he proceeded to continue bouncing.

"I don't like people who attack when their opponents back's turned! Stinking, cowardly, scummy thing to do…" he growled as the ferret bounced higher and higher, screaming in pain. "Never…do…that…again…"

Alex exchanged furious glances with Vince and Greg. All three grabbed for their wands at the same moment.

"Professor Moody!" a shocked voice exclaimed, stalling their action.

"Hello Professor McGonagall." Moody said calmly bouncing the ferret higher still.

"What…what are you doing?" she asked, her gaze following Draco's bounces.

"Teaching."

"Teach…Moody is that a student?!" Professor McGonagall shrieked her books falling to the floor.

"Yep."

"No!" she yelled racing down the stairs and pulling her wand. There was a loud snapping noise and Draco reappeared as himself. He got to his feet, covering his pain with only a minor wince.

"Moody we never use Transfiguration as a punishment! Surely Professor Dumbledore told you that?" McGonagall said weakly.

Alex turned to her companions. "Vince…" he nodded, already moving he almost seemed to appear behind Draco and discretely supported some of his friend's weight.

"We give detentions Moody! Or speak to the offender's Head of House!"

"I'll do that then." Moody said staring at Draco with intense dislike.

Draco glared back as well as he was able considering his eyes were watering with pain. "Gods my father can't find out about this,"(2) he muttered to Vince. Obviously Moody heard only part of the sentence.

"Oh yeah? Well I know your father of old, boy…you tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son…you tell him that from me…Now Head of House'll be Snape, will it?"

"Yes." Draco ground out resentfully.

"Another old friend," Moody growled. "I've been looking forward to a chat with old Snape…Come on you…" he grabbed Draco by the arm and marched him off to the dungeons.

Vince returned to Alex looking at a loss. Her grip on her wand was white knuckled. "That…That…I'll see him Demented!" she ground out striding in the direction Moody had disappeared with Draco. "How dare that old, washed up, low-born, mudblood Auror even think of doing more than kissing Draco's boots! He isn't intelligent enough to breathe if his body didn't do it automatically!"

By this time she realized that Vince and Greg had followed her, both with their wands still out. She stopped abruptly and turned to face them. "An insult like this is not acceptable. Start thinking now of everything possible within you power to destroy the life of that creature. Write to your parents and while we wait for a reply try and think of 'accidents' he can have! Hopefully slow and painful ones!"

"Alex…" Greg trailed off and looked at Vince.

"What?!" she demanded.

"You don't even like Draco." Vince put in, almost as if he was afraid she'd turn her anger on him.

"I am allowed to dislike, even hate, Draco Malfoy because I am his equal. And even I would think twice about actually doing something to Draco even if I had a good reason…which shooting a warning spell at Potter most decidedly is not! Now come on!" Whirling she once more began to head deeper into the dungeons.

They got to the door of Professor Snape's office just in time to hear him say icily, "Thank you for the enlightening information about my student. I assure you he'll receive appropriate punishments." Even Alex could tell he was lying and not even trying to hide the scorn he felt for Moody from Moody.

"Hmph." Moody snorted yanking the door opened. He seemed somewhat surprised to see three Slytherins waiting for him in the hall, each glaring at him more hatefully than the other two put together.

"I hear you're paranoid Mr. Moody." Alex said softly, purposefully dropping the respectful title of Professor. "That's a good trait for someone in your position to have." Turning sharply on her heel she strode into Snape's office.

(1) Now in the books it never says what spell he used so I'm doing what I always do and well.. Making it up.

(2) Again all it said in the books was that he muttered something that included the words "My father" I am making this up which I believe is the entire point of fanfic. From now on I will not be pointing out and explaining every time I choose to do something to this effect. If you have issues with it then by all means review me and leave your email. I'd love to discuss my views with you all.

A/N: yes, I know I made Crabbe and Goyle very friendly with Alex here, or rather she's friendly with them...but when Alex likes a person she's their best friend and when she dis-likes someone.....So when she "re-met" the two of them in COMC.....I think you get the point.