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CHAPTER 2- Trouble, Lies, and Fights galore

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I own Sandry and the plot. The wonderful author J.K Rowling owns the rest.

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Draco walked into Great Hall with a happy twinkle in his eye. He looked at Sandry, who was looking at him, blushed slightly, and smiled. Draco grinned back. He took his place at the head of the Slytherin table, and noticed Pansy stared at him suspiciously. He glared at her and smirked, then ate some food, picking at it more than eating it.

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Sandry noticed Harry was still talking to her as if nothing happened. She tried to ignore him, but he just wouldn't back off. "Back OFF!!" she finally couldn't take it anymore. All the heads in the Great Hall swiveled in their direction. Sandry ran out of the room, tears streaming her face. As soon as she disappeared around a corner, everyone started talking.

No one noticed a slim shadow slip out of the Hall, after the distressed girl.

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Sandry stumbled out to the pond, and sat behind a huge outcropping of rocks. She sobbed, looking at the water, as her tears splashed in and made small ripples. She didn't know someone was behind her until they hugged her from behind.

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Draco walked out to the pond, and heard the sobbing of a girl. He followed the sound, until he was behind her. Poor girl. She was haunched over the water, crying pitifully. Her tears made huge ripples, and she kept shaking. Draco walked over and wrapped her in a tight hug. She whirled around, her hazel eyes wide and terrified, also red and puffy, and sobbed even louder when she saw Draco. She flung herself on him, and cried. Draco leaned against the rock, patting the crying girl on the head, stroking her hair until she calmed down. After a while, Draco noticed her steady breathing, and figured out she was asleep. He smiled, and shifted himself into a more comfortable position. Sandry's head lifted, and she smiled sleepily at Draco. "Did I wake you?" Draco asked softly. Sandry grinned, rubbing her eyes, and answered, "Nope! I was waking up before you moved!" she giggled and snuggled up against Draco again. His eyes widened, but he relaxed as she fell asleep again. He sighed, and closed his eyes, eventually falling asleep.

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Draco woke up with wet hair in his face. He was soaked! He was puzzled for a moment, still half asleep, until he realized it was raining. Why am I outside? he thought. Then he remembered the dilemma today at breakfast. Sandry. He looked down, and saw her still asleep, her wet hair spread out like a fan behind her. Draco smiled, and gently leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispering, "Wake up, Sandry. It's raining!" Sandry stirred, and sat up, looking at the wet landscape, then grinned. "Come on!" she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with her. They chased each other around until Sandry tripped on a root, and almost fell into the pond. Draco caught her in the nick of time, and placed Sandry on the ground, gently. She grinned, saying, "That was, what, the third time you have rescued my life?" Draco blushed slightly, and looked down. Sandry then took off her robe, leaving her in navy blue jogging shorts, and a black nightshirt. She grinned, took a running dive, and jumped into the pond.

As she submerged, Draco ran over to the edge of the pond. "Come on! What do you have to lose?" Sandry yelled. Draco smirked, and shrugged, shedding his robe, leaving him in his black trousers, and white button-up shirt. He had already kicked off his shoes, as did Sandry, and he ran and plunged into the icy water. He gasped as he came up for air, and Sandry laughed. She swam away, leaving Draco shivering, then he swam over to her. Sandry giggled at Draco and explained, "I'm from Durmstrang, so I'm used to cold weather. We had to swim in water like this, so this isn't that hard." She smiled, and Draco smiled back.

After a few minutes, Draco and Sandry were walking back to the castle, holding their shoes and discarded robes. They dripped water down the halls, and had to part at the third floor stairs.

Draco was happier than he had been in the fourteen years of his life. He whistled softly, and realized he had walked into his dorm already.

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That night, he dreamed about the wonderful day he had had.

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Harry had noticed how much time Sandry was spending with Draco, and he felt a pang of jealousy.

One day, he had had enough of it. Right after dinner, Harry saw Draco sitting in a chair in the library. He walked over and glared at Draco. "Malfoy, you stay away from my Sandry," he growled through gritted teeth. Draco snorted angrily. "Your Sandry? Since when? I thought she was her own." Draco drawled back angrily. Harry snapped. He punched Draco in the stomach. Hard. Draco doubled up in pain, and Harry hit him in the back. Draco fell on the ground, trying t breathe. He's going to kill me! Draco thought suddenly as another kick was landed to his back. He groaned, and closed his eyes, trying to endure this horrible pain. Suddenly, he heard a sharp intake of breath and a shriek. Sandry came running up, and shoved Harry as hard as possible, which made him stumble to the ground. She ran over to Draco after glaring at Harry. "Are you ok? Oh my gosh, what did he do?" Sandry muttered to Draco, feeling his ribs and back. She glared at Harry, reprimanding him on the spot. "How DARE you start a fight! I thought you were my friend! Draco's my friend, a CLOSE friend, and you take the liberty of beating him up for hanging out with me?" Harry hung his head in shame. "If I catch you even one hundred yards away from him, I will beat the crap out of you, and you won't be able to sit for years." Sandry finished angrily, helping Draco up, and making him lean on her for support. She lead him away, slowly in case he stumbled on his bruised limbs. "You ok?" Sandry whispered. Draco nodded, wincing as he walked. Sandry kept glancing worriedly at Draco, watching him grimace with each step.

They made it to the infirmary a few minutes later, and Madam Pomfrey fixed Draco up quickly, but had him stay there to rest for the next two days. Sandry got him his work, and visited him at least four times a day. Draco appreciated Sandry coming to see him, and when he was back on his feet, he got dirty looks from Harry every time he walked by him. Sandry was ignoring Harry, and acting as if he wasn't there at all.

Soon, Christmas came up. Sandry, Harry, Draco, the Weasleys, and Justin Flinch- Fletchley (A/N is that spelled right?) and a few Ravenclaws were the only ones that signed up to stay.

The Great Hall was decorated in its usual splendor, and at breakfast three days before Christmas Eve, Dumbledore mad an announcement. "I am pleased to tell you all, that this year, we will have a Christmas Ball, starting at seven on Christmas Eve, until twelve o'clock that night. I suggest you all find a date soon.

The five girls and six boys looked at each other, the girls giggly and the boys shocked.

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That afternoon, since they didn't have homework, Sandry sat in the common room, catching up on some light reading. She saw a shadow on the ground, and knew someone was behind her. Someone she had been avoiding. "What do you want?" she sighed wearily. Harry kneeled in front of her, and, with pleading eyes. "Sandry, will you forgive me and accompany me to the Ball?" Sandry sighed, but couldn't resist those puppy eyes. She wanted to scream No! I want Draco to take me, not you, you self-centered brat! but all she did was nod. Harry grinned, kissed her on the cheek, (which she flinched from her experience with Harry) and he skipped out of the common room.

Sandry walked to the Great Hall for dinner and saw Draco waiting there for her. Oh man! suddenly, she felt nervous.

Draco smiled when he saw her. "Hey. Would you like to go to the ball with me?" Sandry bit her lip, and sighed, tears glistening her eyes, and whispered, "I'm so sorry Draco. Harry asked me this morning...." she sniffed, and lowly looked at Draco. He looked truly defeated. "Ok, I'll... just... go..." and with that, he turned on his heel quickly, but Sandry noticed what he was trying to hide. Tears. Draco Malfoy had tears in his eyes. Sandry felt so guilty, but what could she do about it? She stood there, watching Draco's receding back. She sighed, and turned to the Great Hall.

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Draco lay on his bed, tears streaming down his face. His silver-blonde hair was plastered on his forehead, and his silver eyes misted over. He was paler than usual, and he was glad he was the only Slytherin in Hogwarts.

Then Draco sat up and made a decision.

He was going to use the Love Potion after all.

Just not on Sandry.