A/N: This chapter sucks. I'm thinking about taking the story off and re- writing it.

Disclaimers: Don't own a thing.

Chapter Two

Draco moved through the train looking for his usual compartment. When he did find out, it was already occupied by an obviously lost first year female.

She was staring blankly out the window at the passing scenery. She didn't seem to take notice of anyone standing in the doorway.

"Are you a little lost?" he sneered at her.

She turned her head slowly, as if just realising he was there. He had to admit, for a first year she was very good looking. Brown hair that fell past her shoulders neatly. Beautiful full lips that went perfectly with an even more beautiful face. And lovely bright green eyes that were now regarding him coolly.

She stared at him for a moment, a quick look of . . . something in her eyes that disappeared so fast he didn't have enough time to even wonder about it. And then finally she spoke.

"Why would I be lost?" she said in a soft, very American accent.

Draco leaned against the door frame. "This is my compartment."

"I don't remember seeing anyone's name on the door, so I think anyone can be in here."

He didn't know what it was about the girl that rubbed him the wrong way.

"Well, you need to leave."

She raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't move. "I'd like to see you make me."

Draco glared at her, not at all liking her unresponsive attitude. "Do you even know who I am?"

Her green eyes roamed over him in slight amusement. "Let's see. Cocky attitude, blond hair, and a total ass. You must be a Malfoy."

He felt his mouth drop open in surprise, but he quickly covered it up with his normal glare. "I didn't realise my family's fame reached the states."

The girl stood up and stretched, revealing very long legs that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "It doesn't," she stated, facing him squarely. "My mom went to Hogwarts with your father. She warned me about your family."

She picked up her cloak and a small bag, looking at him with an exasperated expression that seemed oddly familiar. "She was right," she continued, moving past him easily enough. She stopped and faced him in the doorway.

Draco noticed she was only a few inches shorter than his own six foot frame. He opened his mouth to reply, but she'd already cut him off before a sound escaped his lips.

"It looks like you've gotten your way after all, hum?" She smiled knowingly at him. "It's all yours." And with that she disappeared from the compartment.

* * * *

As he sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, he still couldn't believe some little first year had gotten the last word. Over him. Draco Malfoy.

He couldn't wait to see what house she'd end up in. Maybe Hufflepuff, he thought nastily, already planning his torture for her first year. Nothing worse than being sorted into Hufflepuff. Well, except maybe Gryffindor.

A bunch of scared looking first years made their way through the Great Hall behind Professor McGonagall. Draco sat forward eagerly and waited for the show to begin.

The first years were quickly sorted and Dumbledore was giving his usual beginning of term speech. Still no girl from the train.

Where is she?

He hadn't realised he said it out loud until Pansy Parkinson cozied up to him.

"Where's who?" she pouted at him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Draco rolled his eyes inwardly. Three years after the Yule Ball, and she still thought they were an item. Even though he'd had countless numbers of girlfriends, she still assumed they were meant to be.

"Just some first year I bumped into on the train. She mouthed of to me," he explained. He looked around the Great Hall in boredom. Maybe she got expelled.

And then he saw her. She was sitting at the Gryffindor table next to Granger and that Weasley girl. There's no way she was a sixth or seventh year.

"There are two new students I have the pleasure of introducing who come to us all the way from America. They have already been sorted into their houses," Dumbledore explained, to ward any confusion. "Jade Winthrop is a seventh year Gryffindor, while her sister Emerald is a Ravenclaw in her fifth year. I trust you all will make them feel quite welcome. That is all. Let us begin the feast."

Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw her talking to the Weasley girl. Then she looked up and caught his eye and . . . smirked at him.

* * * * *

Jade listened as Ginny Weasley spoke animatedly to Hermione Granger about her upcoming Herbology class.

Hermione turned to her. "Why aren't you finishing up your seventh year in America?"

Jade smiled at her slightly. "Mom thought it would be better for us to be at Hogwarts. She went to school here and she loved it," she said, not giving any more information.

"What was your old school like? I bet it was simply wonderful, " Ginny said dreamily.

"It was," Jade answered happily. "It's completely different here. It's laid back, and they don't wear uniforms. And most of the students are half muggle, if they aren't alreadly muggle born. Purity isn't something we worry about."

Ginny snorted unladylike. "Some people would rather die than go there, then."

Jade raised an eyebrow and bite into a piece of chicken. "Are you talking about Malfoy and his friends?" she asked casually.

"You know Malfoy?" they asked in unison.

"I met him on the train. He tried to kick me out of his compartment."

"Yes, that's the great Draco Malfoy, all right," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Just be glad that's all he tried to do. He can be a bit hands on at times, if you know what I mean."

"Really," Jade murmmered quietly. She look over at the Slytherin table in wonder. Draco's nose was crinkled and he was staring at her in extreme distaste. You don't have a prayer, Malfoy, she thought, one corner of her mouth turning up. And she watched his eyes go wide with surprise.

She flipped her hair and turned her attention back to the girls.

"He doesn't seem that bad, really."

Hermione almost choked. "Doesn't seem that bad?! You're obviously new. Draco Malfoy is the meanest git in the school. I don't think he's ever been nice a day in his life. He doesn't like anyone that isn't a pureblood like himself. Why do you think he hangs out with those buffoons Crabbe and Goyle? For fun?"

Jade blinked at her in surprise. "Okay. Well." She stood up. "I'm exhausted from the trip. I'm going to bed," she said as she scrambled for the door.

* * * * *

Draco watched as that girl Winthrop rushed to the doors. He saw another girl run after her. She looked like a younger version of Winthrop. He assumed this was the Ravenclaw sister. An idea popped into his head. A very wicked idea. What better way to get revenge than ruin a pair of sisters' relationship?