The next morning, as promised, Draco walked Rio down to the Great Hall for their breakfast. He couldn't help but smirk at Harry Potter when he walked in with the girl. 'Potter looks like he's ready to cry.' Said a singsong voice in Draco's head.

"What is she doing with him?" Hermione asked with a crinkle of her nose.

"She's a Slytherin. . . you know how they band together." Harry waved it off.

Nobody but Ron noticed the look Harry was receiving from the corner of the beauty's eye. His first thought was to let his friend know she wasn't a lost cause yet, but the look on Draco's face was clearly 'stay away from her.' Ron, not wanting Harry to find any more trouble, especially over a Slytherin girl, kept silent.

The rest of the week went by quickly and every time Harry saw Rio, she was in the company of Draco.

Saturday morning, Harry went out to the Quidditch field to study. He knew nobody would be there, and as a reward for his efforts at homework, he'd take his Firebolt for a spin when he'd finished.

"You've avoided me all week--I'm wondering why." A sultry female voice broke his concentration.

Harry looked up and saw Rio approaching. She was wearing black leather pants and a white tank-top that Muggles called a 'wife-beater' and a black leather jacket. Her hair was pulled into a sloppy and wild knot at the top of her head.

"Every time I saw you, you were with Malfoy. He's not one that I like to associate with, even briefly." Harry answered. His heart was pounding. He couldn't believe she'd actually come to talk to him. "How'd you know I was here?"

"I asked your friend Hermione. . .she's seems to not like me much. . ." Rio shrugged and sat down next to Harry.

"Yeah, well, she's really great, it just takes her time to warm up to people sometimes."

"I'll bet. . .so what's new, Harry Potter?" she smiled. Harry felt as if he couldn't breath. She was truly the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Not much. . .and you, Rio O'Malley?"

"Notta damn thing." She pulled a cigarette case out of her pocket and a lighter with the Slytherin Serpent entwined around it. "Want one?" she offered the case to him.

"No thanks. . .don't smoke."

"You're missin' out." She laughed before lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. "Tell me about yourself." She looked over at him after a moment of silence.

"What can I tell you that you don't already know? My life's an open book. . .everyone knows everything about me, and strangers know more than I do." "Everyone knows the obvious facts. . .I want to know about the actual man. Not the boy who lived, not the boy who defeated Voldemort and saved the entire free world. . .I wanna know about who you truly are. . .what's your favorite movie, food, book, song, your hopes dreams and ambitions. . .have you ever been in love? Have you ever had your heart-broken, so on and so forth. That is the stuff that truly makes the man or woman, not their accomplishments." She explained.

"Well, let's see. . . favorite movie, Star Wars--my cousin Dudley was obsessed, and I got hooked too. Favorite food--never thought about that one before, so I'll pass that question; favorite book is the Lord of the Rings trilogy; Song would have to be anything by Guns n Roses--they're a Muggle band. . ."

"I know who Guns n Roses are--I have quite a few of their albums. . .continue." she smiled.

"Hopes, dreams, and ambitions---get married, have children, play Quidditch professionally, and live with no regrets; I was in love once, yes she broke my heart, but overall it was a good experience. . .we weren't a good match and I'm glad we realized that before it was too late. . .Your turn." He smiled back at her when he'd finished.

"Okay. . .favorite movie, Interview with the Vampire; Food, chocolate; Book, The Princess Bride; Song. . .that's tough. . .anything Guns n Roses, as you said, but I'm a big fan of Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails, too; um, Hopes, Dreams and Ambitions are currently undecided, but I know I want to get away from my father as he's an insufferable prick; never been in love, therefore I've never had my heart-broken." She rattled off the list quickly, thinking about each answer only a few seconds.

"You're a pure-blood, right?"

She nodded in response, crushing her cigarette butt under her black combat boot. "Why?"

"How do you know about all these Muggle things? Bands and books and movies and cigarettes and such?" he questioned.

"I'm fascinated by Muggles to begin with, much to my father's distaste. And I go to all kinds of Muggle clubs and establishments. . .I've tried things that most wizards haven't even heard of. I love it. . .I understand how Muggle teens can lose themselves in everything. I lost myself into it in only a matter of months. That's where I learned to dress like this, get all the piercings and tattoos. Not that Wizards don't do it as well, but it's less common, ya know?"

Harry could only nod. He'd never seen another Witch that looked or dressed as she did, but he wasn't about to tell her that.

Rio glanced at the watch on her arm. "I've got to go. . .I'll leave you to your work. Have a nice weekend." She smiled, and then she was gone.

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Rio entered the Slytherin common room quietly humming to herself. She threw her jacket over a chair and made her way up to her room. When she arrived, she found that someone was there waiting for her.

"Draco. . .don't tell me you were up here all day waiting for me to come back." She turned to him as she let her hair down and raked her long fingers through it.

"No. . .I just came up a minute or so ago. . .Pansy was calling me, then she got pissed off and left. I decided to relax up here for a moment, and then you came in." he gave a thorough run-down of all that had transpired in the last few minutes.

He was lying on her bed and she joined him, straddling his waist. "I think you should leave so I can take a nap before dinner."

"Really. . ." he smirked at her, a million perverse thoughts running through his head.

"Unless, you, ya know, wanna stay and take a nap with me. . ." she toyed with the buttons on his shirt, biting her lip.

He sat up and held her to him. His lips brushed hers lightly, then he pulled away. She grabbed his head and pulled him back, kissing him hungrily. He did not hesitate to respond, parting their lips only to remove her tank-top.

Her hands traveled to his shirt, all but ripping the buttons apart, then pushing it off of his shoulders. She dipped her head down and kissed his neck as they fumbled with each other's pants.

Within minutes, they were both completely undressed. Draco's hands traveled the length of Rio's body. A self-proclaimed expert in female anatomy, Draco knew every spot that would drive her mad. She was gasping and moaning.

She pushed him so that he was on his back, and she straddled him once more. They connected. Draco moaned as he penetrated her, his hands exploring and groping her as she rode him with a slow, rhythmic motion.

She came first, moaning his name loudly, and he followed only a few seconds later. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of his body. He pushed the hair out of her face and kissed her gently. She rolled off of him and under the covers to fall asleep.

"Let's nap." She yawned, and he too went under the covers. She snuggled up next to him, and he held her close.

He had been with more than his fair share of women in his time, but none of them could compare to Rio. He was falling in love. . .the thought of it terrified him. He wasn't supposed to fall in love--how could it happen? Then he looked down at her, sleeping, breathing softly, clinging to his body. And it all made sense.

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