During my spare timeslot I went to Trelawaney's Divination tower, hoping she would speak with me regarding the horrible visions or nightmares so I could gain a better perspective of what was happening to me. I was completely out of breath by the time I had reached the top of the hundreds of stairs, regretting having lugged all of my books with me.

I poked my head inside and was dismayed to see that she was in the middle of teaching a third year class. They were all at their desks in pairs with crystal balls before them. Trelawney was wandering around in her typical fidgety state, staring silently over the backs of creeped out thirteen year old's.

When she noticed me lingering in the doorway her arm outstretched to me, the many rings on her fingers glittering in the afternoon sunshine, "Ah! Ah! You-you're not a third year my dear girl, whatever are you doing in my classroom?" She swirled over to me drawing attention from already bored kids, her many layers of unusual clothing flittering about her tall, thin frame.

I glanced up into her thick spectacles which magnified her crossed eyes in a fish-bowl effect. "I was 'oping dat I could talk to you, about some things I 'ave been seeing," I said under my breath, trying to ignore the many stares my visit had procured from around the room.

Trelawney blinked at me as though I had just smacked her, "From the beyond?"

I scratched the back of my neck where the Bequeathment mark had suddenly decided to lash out and burn me, "Perhaps? At least, in my sleep. I am seeing things from dis world dat I can't explain. Possibly from de future."

As I spoke she was letting out odd squeaks and sounds, quivering with every single word I said as though it were life threatening information. It was terribly distracting. Her hands outstretched and her shaky fingers ran all over my face. I shut my eyes harshly to avoid being blinded by one of her huge, sharp nails.

"My dear, you have a very strange energy emanating from you. You are in between two worlds on many levels; the concept of a great divide is creating copies of itself in your life. You will reach many forks in your path ahead." She drew out her mystic words in dark and raspy blurts and I frowned at the cryptic response.

"Hmmm," I murmured, wishing she would return to the dreams topic, "And... de nightmares? Could I possibly be seeing prophetically?"

"Bah!" She cried, stepping dramatically away from me. She pointed a twisted finger in my direction, "You are on a path of evil, child."

Every single person in the room was now watching the display with interest. I nervously shifted my weight. "I am not evil," I said in a tiny voice.

The professor shook her head rapidly, her bushy hair flopped emphatically. "Not yet, not yet. But recall, very few in this world are Seer's. Don't flatter yourself with the notion that you could be one simply based on having nightmares. Be gone," she waved her hand to shoo me out the long aisle towards the exit and I spun and left, feeling offended and dismissed.

I ran down the precarious stairwell which, for whatever reason, lacked a safety railing. At any moment one could simply step off a thin tread and fall several floors downwards and end up dying in a way that would render them unrecognizable.

At the bottom of the ridiculous stairs I was flanked by Draco who had been waiting at edge. He showed no problem keeping up with me on my hasty way down to the dungeons.

"I thought you 'ave Arithmancy," I jabbed at him.

"I skipped. Did you go to Trelawney then?" he inquired. He was walking so closely to me that his hand kept brushing mine as we strode.

"Obviously, and she was completely useless," I quipped, feeling a fresh wave of irritation flow through me.

"Figured she would laugh in your face," he said, sounding relieved that I hadn't been able to get any answers on my dark lord premonitions.

I stopped and turned to him, feeling my chin trembling, "She said I was evil. Or, on a path to being evil."

He sighed and looked at the ceiling, "You know that's not true. If you were evil than I don't even want to know what I would be considered." He watched my face contort with sadness, and I could see a rare form of empathy in his eyes.

"I'm scared," my voice came out petite as I gripped my books tighter, "I don' want to be evil. Everything is changing so fast."

He stepped forward and hesitantly looped his arms around me, resting his head on mine. I felt him tracing my back with his fingers. My eyes felt hot but I managed to hold back on crying pathetically into his chest.

"Madeleine I need to know what the mistake was," he quietly said. I could sense the pain in his voice as he fought to release the sentence, and the tension in his body as if hugging me might've been a poor choice. The moonstone under his clothing was digging into my forehead.

I turned my head sideways in his arms to avoid the rock and the green of his robes shone directly in my vision, "I meant de way I tried to get dressed in de middle of de room. I'm sorry."

He sighed so heavily he must not have had any oxygen left in his lungs, "Fuck. You can't just say things like that."

"I know, I know," I said twisting my head to look up at him, "Can we go cuddle? I feel sick."

He looked down at me over his pointy nose and his voice came out dark, "I... don't cuddle. Besides, I can't spend time with you. I have to go do something."

"Do what?" I questioned. He'd already skipped the period, all I wanted was to lay in his arms somewhere quiet and peaceful.

He smirked wickedly, "Don't worry about it."

I stepped back feeling exactly that from the menacing look on his face, "Tell me."

He rolled his eyes, "I need to...chat...with Diggory."

I gaped at him. Was he planning to attack him over a flirtatious party invite? "Et es not worth et. What are you planning to do?" Thoughts of him being expelled played at the forefront of mind.

He spun his head to the side to readjust his long white hair, "I have a few ideas in mind. I haven't decided." His eyes were like lasers on me all of a sudden, "Did you do anything to provoke what happened today? Something from the past I don't know about?"

I shook my head no and he nodded with a pissed off expression, "Exactly. He's aware of my relationship with you. Filthy Hufflepuff scum. It's unbelievable, the audacity. Perhaps his selection is running slim around here."

I waved my hand out between us, "Don' give 'im de pleasure of making you jealous."

He laughed gently down at me like I was a child at the adult table, showing off perfectly white teeth as he did so, "Oh no sweetheart, you don't understand. This isn't the first time I am being forced to deal with him regarding your availability. An example must be made."

"Not de first time - what?" I was suddenly lost in the conversation.

Draco stepped back from me, cracking his knuckles, "He doesn't pull that shy shit at the captains meetings. He's lucky Potter is so fond of getting in my way or I would've killed him at the last one."

I blanked, suddenly picturing Harry, Cedric and Draco all at a meeting together. Before I could protest further he leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then walked briskly away from the direction of the dungeons, leaving me feeling extremely concerned.

Late into the evening I'd originally had plans to spend time with Hilda catching up on our lives. It was my intent to feel out whether she would consider coming to my wedding, despite how much a ruse it was going to be. Her support and company was always appreciated. Unfortunately Blaise had other ideas and had joined us by the fire, hindering our abilities to openly speak about our private affairs.

Ergo I was mainly quiet as they spent most of their time flirting back and forth on the couch while I flipped through a quidditch book on my stomach in front of the fire. They were understandably in a very fresh honey moon phase.

By nine my worry had escalated about Draco and his planned stand off with Cedric. He was by no means a person of strict scheduling, but within less than an hour he would be out of bed past curfew on a week night, which would stick out like a sore thumb.

Finally at half past he barreled into the room and went straight for the stairs, halting abruptly when he noticed the three of us by the fire. Then he quickly changed course and sat beside Zabini, his eyes glued to me.

Blaise regally turned his head to evaluate Draco, "You seem well Draco. Just out for a stroll with the Hufflepukes?"

"Can it," Draco coarsely replied, and Hilda let slip a taunting giggle which she rapidly defused with his venomous stare.

I turned my gaze back to my book knowing better than to ask him questions when he was in such a putrid state.

"So Draco, you weren't in Arithmancy," Hilda prodded, lifting her legs onto Blaise and laying back against the arm rest.

His glittering gaze swiveled back towards her like daggers, and I finally noticed he had a bruise forming on one of his eyes, "And you won't be in any classes tomorrow if you keep pestering me, Fawley."

"Hey," Blaise warned, his voice dropping several tones, "Maybe you should go to bed, Malfoy."

My eyes slid sideways in a wince towards the scene. Draco had leaned forward to snarl at both of them on the couch adjacent to him, and I realized his mood was much more vile than previously. His fingers were bent deeply into his school pants and his nose looked more pointy than ever in his sneer.

"You know what, I feel quite energetic Blaise. I think I'll do quite the opposite." He stood and his fingers tangled in the sleeve of my green robes to encourage me to a stand. I stood bewildered as he pulled me towards the exit with only twenty minutes remaining in the school curfew.

I turned around and motioned to Hilda to grab my expensive quidditch book from the floor and she nodded with wide eyes.

Out in the hall he did not relent in the maddening march to wherever he was taking me. He passed by the stairwell that led to the first floor and straight towards the potions classroom. He used basic magic to unlock it and tugged me inside.

I didn't move far into the room because it was treacherously dark and I could hardly even make out Draco himself. We both lit our wands and his face appeared before mine, angry and worked up like never before. He put his hand on my back and pushed me down towards the front, then pinned me against a desk.

"Not to be difficult Draco, but what de fuck are we doing in 'ere? Et es creepy," I frowned around the room, the only light coming from our wands glinting suspiciously off of thousands of glassware tools in the cave-like room.

His fingers ran along my neck aggressively, his thumb on my jaw. He was exceptionally livid; I could see it in the possessive and concentrated gleam in his eye. He was biting his lip, looking like he was planning to eat me for dinner.

"Tell me, do you like the way I fuck you?" He whispered darkly. He put his wand down on the desk and I felt his fingers trailing up the inside of my leg.

I raised my eyebrows, "Are you looking for validation?"

His eyes were hooded and angry as he leaned closer to me, his lips only centimeters from mine. His fingers played with the seam of my panties, his eyes looked wild in the dim lighting, "Yes. Validate me."

He quirked his eyebrows at me as his fingers invaded my panties and my jaw dropped at how much I liked his unusual authority. I didn't break eye contact with him, "I like to de way you fuck me, a lot."

He smirked against my lips, still holding far enough back to avoid my attempts at kissing him. His fingers drifted higher and he pulled my panties down slowly, his tongue dancing on my lips.

I reached out my tongue to dance with his and he pulled away again, "No kissing. I want you to tell me what you like. I want to hear you scream." My eyes locked with his predatory ones.

I let out a shocked gasp at his behavior. He pushed my Slytherin robe off of my shoulders and it fell to the floor in the darkness. I still had on my sweater and skirt and several more layers and I wondered how naked he planned to make me get in a scary potions classroom.

I pulled at his belt to try and kiss him but he managed to avoid me again, diving his head to kiss me along my neck. His fingers were working between my thighs and I groaned loudly, the sound echoing around the room.

His other hand snaked up under my sweater and dress shirt and groped my breasts. By this point I was starving for more from him. He kissed along my jaw and his breath in my ear had me shuddering "What do you want me to do to you Madeleine?"

I reached for his pants, ripping at his belt. Then in a flash I had his button and zipper down. "Let me straddle you," I whispered back to him, pushing him backwards towards a nearby loose chair.

I shoved him down and sat on top of him without any panties on. He reached below my skirt and positioned himself against my soaked core, watching me lower on top of him in the barely perceptible lighting. I started crying out immediately from the pleasure of riding him and he unbuttoned several of my buttons to kiss at my cleavage.

"What else do you want," he said in a breathy tone, biting his lip up at me. His eyes were already dripping with ecstasy as his hands roamed around my backside, and I wondered how much he could genuinely keep up with my experience.

I wrapped my arms around the back of the chair and leaned close to him as my hips rode back and forth expertly over him. "Choke me, with my tie," I whispered to him with devilish, daring eyes. I half expected him to falter but he didn't hesitate to reach forward to rip at my tie harshly, pulling it uncomfortably tight around my neck. He ripped my lips to his as the pressure tightened around my neck seductively.

I was about to orgasm when he reached up and ripped my hair back, my head bent to the ceiling violently. "You like it rough, don't you?" he mocked me. I could feel him taking control beneath me, pushing mercilessly up into my body.

"Yes," I choked out, in complete shock at how quickly he was learning. He then lifted me off him and shoved me against one of the many counters in the room, and in a flash he had pushed my skirt up and was teasing me by not fully pressing into me.

He leaned right over me, ripping my hair back so he could bite at my neck. I was afraid I would orgasm with him not even inside of me when he finally pressed his length deep inside of my body with a sharp thrust.

He whispered in my ear, "You want my cock, Madeleine?" The words coming out of his mouth sounded nothing like the Draco I knew. He must've been extremely enraged and threatened earlier to bring on such an insane hook up.

"I want it, I want you to cum in me," I cried out breathlessly as his fingers moved around between my legs. I lost all control at that point, and my body tightened dramatically with the pent up orgasm.

"Fuck, that's my little whore," he whispered and finally he was kissing me fiercely as he came inside of me, pulling my hair farther to the side to direct my lips to his.

When he was done he backed up and pulled up his pants, running his hands through his hair. I pulled my skirt down and went to him, awestruck at what had just occurred.

He smirked down at me, still panting hard as my arms wrapped around his neck, "Draco, dat was...unbelievable."

He nodded down at me slightly, his eyes continued to appear heated and determined in the darkness, "So you're pleased?"

I rolled my eyes, toying with the back of his hair, "I already was but, you're a natural. I cannot believe dat was only your fourth time."

He closed his eyes, and his arms wrapped around my waist, "Good. I don't ever want you to look elsewhere." It occurred to me that Cedric had likely made jabs about Draco's well-known lack of experience. I could only imagine the level jealousy and fear due to whatever had been exchanged that would drive him to seek me out in such a way.

I pressed soft kisses on his lips which he accepted eagerly, before I went to find my panties and robe. Once I was fully dressed we left the potions classroom, and I played with his hair as we walked to straighten his disheveled appearance. He had finally relaxed and let me do it willingly, even with a smile on his pretty face.

The fun quickly ended as we ran straight into Snape who was waiting outside of the Slytherin common room with his arms crossed.

"Well, well..." he drawled, his black eyes shifting between us. I couldn't help but sense that it was painfully obvious what we'd been doing simply from our clothing. "You two obviously are operating entirely on your own rules."

Draco shrugged, "Professor. We simply lost track of time." The sentence was mocking as all three of us knew that wasn't the case. He looked like a brat, not an ounce of guilt or admission.

Snape raised a thick eyebrow down at him, his gaze falling on the purple bruise forming on Draco's right eye, "Mr. Malfoy, it is exceptionally lucky for you that your father and I are so close. This is the second offence you have committed today which is worthy of detention. I will wave adding to your time, however, Madeleine who is also out of bed will now join you and the others involved in the courtyard earlier."

I looked to Draco with serious concern but he had his face glued to Snape's, "Madeleine is only late because of me."

"Lies!" Snape cut him off and I grimaced, "You may believe this to be an impossible thought, but I too was once young. I know exactly what it was that you two were...up to." His obsidian eyes landed on me in distaste and I thought I would pass out from the humiliation.

"Glad you're not a complete statue," Draco muttered under his breath in a tone that I was sure only I could hear.

Snape narrowed his eyes but let it slip, "The both of you will be on quidditch pitch maintenance tomorrow night, with the rest of those imbeciles." He strode away in a billowing of black capes, not bothering to look back and confirm if we'd gone inside of the common room.

"What kind of broom stick is up his ass?" Draco teased and I shoved him, hoping Snape had moved far enough away not to overhear.