I couldn't prevent myself from writing this fan-fic! Ever since I've read other people's fan-fics (which were totally AWESOME!) about how a girl could warm Draco's cold heart, I've been wanting to write one ever since. Draco has become one of my favorites, since then. As you all know, I don't own Harry Potter or any characters related to it. JK Rowling does. Speaking of her, I hope she comes out with her 5th book soon. If I have to wait another year to read it, I'm gonna go mad. Not that I'm mad already. Anyways, easy on the flames, this is my first Harry Potter fan-fic. I'll only continue writing it if people review me. I got other fan-fics I'm working on and I don't wanna write something that nobody reads or reviews. Rated PG 13 for cussing.

Chapter 1- BACK TO HOGWARTS.

Draco made his way through the Hogwarts Express corridor to the last compartment. This was his usual "round" to go and bother the famous Harry Potter, the boy who made Voldemort lose his powers. Draco couldn't live without insulting or bothering Harry for more than 5 minutes. Smiling to himself and imagining what he would love to do to Harry, he bumped into someone and fell.

"Watch where you're going!" he snarled as he got up and straightened his robes. He looked at who he had bumped into and met a pair of deep blue eyes. His heart jumped for a reason he didn't understand.

The girl got up, dusting herself off. She had jet black hair that almost came down to her waist. She only came up to his chin. She frowned slightly. "I'm sorry," she had a gentle voice. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

"What year are you going into?" Draco asked, curious to know more about her.

"I'm just starting at Hogwarts. You?" she looked at him, which made Draco's insides churn. He didn't know why his body kept reacting like that, and why he felt so strange.

"I'm going into the third year. My name is Draco Malfoy," his cold voice returned. He didn't want to be too nice to this girl. He never was nice to anybody. He extended his hand.

She took it into her small warm one and looked slightly hurt when he pulled back his hand as if hers had burned his. "I'm Millia Jeice (AN- Jeice is pronounced like Jais). I'm really sorry if I hurt you when
I bumped into you."

"Like a great little twerp like you is going to hurt me," Draco sneered and was immediately sorry when her eyes misted over. He couldn't of cared less if it was any other girl, but he had a strange feeling of protectiveness towards Millia.

She shoved past him, making her way towards the 3rd compartment from the last one and entering the first door on the left. Draco didn't know if he should go after her and apologize to her. He chased that thought out of his mind. He never apologized to anybody. He made his way back to the last compartment. He opened the second door on the right and there sat Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, and they didn't look too pleased to see him.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, getting immediately to his feet. Ron followed suit.

"Ah, the famous Harry Potter," Draco smirked. "What would people think if they saw him lose his temper?"

"Go to he-" Ron began.

"Ron!" Hermione gave him a stern look. She turned back to Draco, looking calm and smiling.
"Honestly Malfoy. Surely you don't want to pick a fight when a teacher's around, do you?"

Draco looked around the compartment and saw a shabby looking teacher, sleeping on one of the seats. He gave them all a warning look and left, closing the door behind him. He started making his way back to his two friends, Crabbe and Goyle, and was in the 2nd compartment from the last, when the train gave a lurch and the lights went out. Since it was storming outside, when the lights went out, it left the inside of the train in complete darkness. He could feel the train slowing down and then stop completely. A coldness seem to come into the atmosphere. Draco made his way quickly over to a window and when the next flash of lightning came, it showed dark figures in hoods, coming onto the train. Dementors! he thought. His dad had told him a bit about them and how they guarded the wizard prison, Azkaban. He heard a few people scream as he opened one of the compartment doors and dashed inside. He sat down on the first seat he could feel and waited. He heard more screams and soft whimpering noises. He was dreading when the dementors would come in his compartment. Then, from the next compartment, he heard the familiar gentle voice scream, "Jason!"

His insides froze. Without thinking, he got up and ran to the next compartment and could see a dementor standing in the doorway where Millia was. "Go away!" he shouted. The dementor turned towards Draco and started making its way towards him. Draco's heart seemed to stop beating. He could hear the rustling of its cloak as it brushed against the floor. Suddenly, the dementor glided away from him and then disappeared into the darkness. The lights suddenly turned back on. Draco stood there shaking, and then remembered Millia. He ran through the door and saw her crouching in a corner, tears streaming down her cheeks. The boy who Draco assumed was Jason, was laying on one of the seats, his eyes closed and his face as white as a sheet. He quickly hurried over to Millia and crouched down beside her, suddenly filled with a worry he had never felt before. He forgot that he was supposed to be Draco, the boy with no feelings.

"Are you all right?" he asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
She looked at him, her blue eyes full of fear. Then without warning, she threw herself on him and started crying loudly. Draco held her close as he tried to calm her down.

"Oh Draco," her voice was muffled since she had buried her face in his chest. "I was so scared."

Draco patted her on the back. "It's all right. They're gone." His heart seemed to melt and his insides felt like they were burning. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was a good one.

She pulled back from him. "Jason!" her eyes turned to the boy laying on the seat. She got up but suddenly fell on Draco because the train started to move again. She looked up at him, with a shaky smile on her lips. "Thank you for rescuing me."

He grinned. He got up and then helped her get up. She rushed to the boy laying on the seat who had began to stir. "Jason?" she asked tentatively. "Are you all right?"
Jason looked around, a little confused. "What happened?" he asked, looking at Millia.

"The lights went out and then the train stopped. This person or whatever it was, came in here and touched you with its hand and you fainted," she gave Jason a hug. "I'm so glad you're all right."

Draco felt a bite of jealousy when Millia hugged Jason. He shook his head. This girl is driving me crazy! he thought. Draco heard a noise outside the door and went to investigate and saw the teacher that was in Harry's compartment making his way towards Draco.

"Is everyone all right?" the teacher asked. He gave them each a big chunk of chocolate. "Here, eat this. It'll make you feel better," then he left.

Draco walked back to Millia and Jason. He was glad that Millia had let Jason go. "Eat it," Draco instructed Millia, who was looking at the chocolate as if it were a snake. "It's not going to hurt you."

She looked up at him, worry in her eyes. "It won't make me do anything, will it?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it's gonna make you turn into a chicken. Just joking," Draco added quickly when he saw that Millia was about to drop her piece.

She nibbled on her piece cautiously. "I wouldn't be surprised. Everything in the wizarding world surprises me. Draco, what was that THING that you saved me from?"

He came and sat down beside her on the opposite seat. "It's called a dementor. They suck everything that's happy out of you when they come near you."

Jason looked up from his piece of chocolate. "How can they do that?" he asked.

Draco shrugged. "I don't know."

Now that he felt better, Draco felt foolish for the way that he had acted. Going to go save Millia and hugging her and comforting her. The last time he had done that to anybody was never! He got up and started to make his way through the door.

"Where you going?" Millia asked, getting up. "Don't you wanna stay with us?" she looked hopefully at him.

Draco wanted to stay there with her, but his feelingless side objected. "I'm going to go find my friends.
And no, I don't wanna stay with you two," he replied coldly and left, not wanting to look back at Millia who he knew would have tears in her eyes. Because if he did, he WOULD stay with them and probably do something stupid again. He couldn't explain to himself why he felt this way towards Millia. He had never felt this way towards anybody in his life. And the way she made him feel when she touched him, like he was on fire. He wanted to stay away from her so he could never feel this way again, but a stronger side wanted to be with her. He sighed as he entered the compartment where Crabbe and Goyle were. He knew that no matter how much he did not want to have a weakness, Millia would always be his weakness.

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