Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…. Blah… blah… blah… I wish I owned Tom Felton *sigh*

A/N: Okay well… I went away for the weekend, and I was lazy this week, so I haven't posted… But now I am… it is already 12:21 AM… and well I am tired… so don't get mad at me if this chapter sucks. I also have to work early tomorrow… Oh and I don't think Draco will be a softy in my fic. Oh no no no no no! No softy Draco. Evil Draco! Muahahaha. Yes Yes… Ok well does anyone else hate Draco/Hermione fics? *raises hand* I do! The concept of them… just irks me. Ok well it is obvious Draco will never like the f*cking mudblood (pardon my language) but I mean COME ON! He wouldn't go all soft over a Gryffindor. He needs someone equally evil. Then he can go a wee bit soft on her… as long as she is evil. Ok I is done now.

!Buddy Alert! iLoVeBLaiSe signed on.

BrokenHeart: Hello Emily…

iLoVeBLaiSe: Hey SJ…

BrokenHeart: This sucks…

iLoVeBLaiSe: tell me about it… grr.. I just wish you wouldn't make my life so complicating…

BrokenHeart: Well.. I give you my problems… we are sharing.

iLoVeBLaiSe: Well I don't like it.

iLoVeBLaiSe: And I miss- wait no I don't. I love Blaise.

BrokenHeart: Heh…

iLoVeBLaiSe: Ok I got to go. I have DADA… why do I need to know Defense against it? I mean… I study the Dark Arts.. *laughs*

BrokenHeart: True.

BrokenHeart: Buh bye.

iLoVeBLaiSe: Ciao.

iLoVeBLaiSe signed off.

!Buddy Alert! DMhatesYOU has signed on.

BrokenHeart: Well Draco… your screen name looks familiar…

DMhatesYOU: Yes well… Everyone is evil. I hate everyone… grr… well except you *grin*

BrokenHeart: aww I am touched…. Really… *gags*

DMhatesYOU: hey hey! I am not that bad am I?

BrokenHeart: No, no. I didn't say that. SJ loves Draco J

DMhatesYOU: Ok good… wait… did you say the 'L' word?!!?

BrokenHeart: Eeep! Well I got to run… I have to go and work on my fanfic… buh bye Draco-kins.

DMhatesYOU: *does dance* SJ loves me… SJ loves me… wait! Don't go!

DMhatesYOU: I love that… Draco-kins… *sigh*

BrokenHeart: toodles.

DMhatesYOU: Don't go!!!!! Please!!!

BrokenHeart has signed off.

DMhatesYOU: pfft. I is not happy.

DMhatesYOU has signed off. 

On with the fic….

            Draco was hoping his ears were deceiving him. I'd love to Blaise. Her voice was still echoing through his head. No they weren't. He was pissed, but most of all, hurt. He looked up from his goblet and almost grabbed Zabini by his collar, as he watched her kiss him on the cheek. His body was raging with fury. Malfoys don't get mad. They get even…His eyes wandered over to the Gryffindor table, and stopped on a certain raven haired girl with lavender eyes. Revenge is sweet. That it is. He watched as Mallory laughed with a few of the Gryffindors… mostly Potter. Yes, she has a thing for Potter. But that doesn't make me forget that she also has a thing for me… Draco smirked to himself and took a sip of his pumpkin juice. Why do they serve pumpkin juice. I want apple juice. Yes… apple juice. He flicked his wand, and his once orange liquid, turned golden. Mmm. Much better. His eyes wandered yet again to the vivid Gryffindor, and kept his stare on her. Pretty soon, she would look back. He could sense it. As soon as her lavender eyes met his silver ones, he grinned. Not just any grin, but the one he knew could get any girl to kiss his feet. She blushed slightly, as he blew a kiss to her. Harry must have noticed, because he was also staring at Draco.  Ew, Potter. Don't give me that look. I knew you were gay. But the thoughts went out of his head as he saw Harry give him his middle finger. Oh that is a classic Potter. Really… classic. Draco smirked and turned to his food. Not this again…But he began swirling his food around messily on his plate, and took a sip of his apple juice.

            "Emily? Hello? Elei? Elei? EMILY!" Emily was startled, as she heard her nickname. She looked over at Blaise and frowned. He took her hand in his, and kissed each finger.

            "Don't call me Elei… please," she pulled her hand back, and looked up at his face. He was hurt, and she could tell. But then an idea popped into her head. Elei. Yes… Lorelei shall be the new name… She smiled at him, and took his hand. She traced along his palm with her index finger, and began tracing up his arm. She stopped at his shoulder, and began to trail kisses up his neck, finally stopping at his mouth. She looked at him with a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes, and nipped at his bottom lip, and pulled back laughing.

            "Call me Lorelei."

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            "He is so dreamy…"

            "He is a beast."

            "He is so sexy…."

            "He is evil."

            "He is so gorgeous…."

            "He is Draco Malfoy."

            Hermione and Mallory were bickering, yet again, up in Gryffindor Tower. Ever since breakfast that morning, Mallory would not shut up about Draco, and Hermione was quite fed up. Even though, Hermione admitted to herself, that Malfoy, is quite good looking. Ok, not good looking, he is gorgeous. Hermione sighed, and sat up on her scarlet bed. Mallory was pacing back and forth, muttering little nothings, under her breath. Bloody hell… I just thought Malfoy was gorgeous. A loud thump was heard, and Hermione turned slightly to her left, and looked down the stairwell. Mallory was sprawled on the ground, rubbing her knee.

            "Wasn't watching where I was going…." The portrait opened, and in came Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Ron bent over, and helped Mallory up. Harry chuckled, and then sat down on the nearest couch. He muttered something along the lines of, 'Clumsy… should have been a Hufflepuff' But Mallory ignored him. Hermione came down the stairs, and sat next to Harry.

            "You know Harry, Ronnie boy hasn't told us who he is going to the formal with yet… whatever shall we do?" Ron blushed as Hermione pulled him down, sitting him next to her. She looked at Harry and mouthed, 'I'll tickle it out of him' Harry grinned, and Hermione turned towards Ron. Harry was quick enough to whisper a spell, causing what looked like invisible chains holding his limbs together.

            "Gotcha now Ronniekins. Can't say I didn't warn you…" She leaned over him, and just as she was about to tickle him, he opened his mouth and said something no one could hear.

            "What was that?" Hermione needed to know… I've only liked Ron since that train ride, back in first year… She sighed, and looked over at him.

            "Fine. I give up. She is in Ravenclaw, her name is Sarina…. happy?" Ron blushed as Hermione kissed him on the cheek.

            "Very. She and I were never friends. Sarina Black. Yes Harry, she is related to Snuffles, she is a great girl…" If only she didn't hate me.  "I'm happy for you Ron." Hermione was crying on the inside, but hid it all with a smile. Harry pulled her away, and asked her how she was related to Sirius.

            "Well, Her mother is Andromeda, but she was 'banished from the family', her half sister, is Nymphadora Tonks… but her mom wasn't all too innocent, and had an affair with a pureblood, therefore she is part of the Black family line. But, she is also direct cousins to everyone's favorite Slytherin. Yes, Malfoy. Her mother and his mother are sisters. But don't ever mention Tonks to her, because well, she is very much like Malfoy." Harry looked at her with a look of bewilderment.

            "How do you know all of this… gee Hermione… I didn't know they had family lineage in the library…" Harry earned himself a soft punch on the shoulder.

            "It is called, gossip Harry. Gossip. But, if you don't believe me, just ask Sirius…." She trailed off as she skipped back over to Ron and Mallory.

            "I have to talk to this Sarina girl…. I don't know if she is right for you Ronnie-boy." Mallory smirked and pushed Harry out of the way.

            "You can't sit on my lap Harry. I already told you, you are no longer a puppy." They all laughed, and continued on with their conversations…

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( I looked up all the lineage for the Blacks, just to get that… and yes Sarina is made up, I didn't want her to be a Lestrange, because well, no one would talk about her in front of Neville. But I wanted her to be cousins with Draco, so viola!)

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            Emily strode down the hall, talking animatedly with another girl. "So, did you do it?" She whispered in her ear, as they turned the corner, walking down another corridor.

            "Yes. But Em-err- I mean Lorelei, I like him. I know I shouldn't, but hey, he is a pureblood." Emily looked at the other girl, and sighed. She tucked a light brown lock behind her ear, as she felt two arms lace around her waist.

            "Did you miss me?" Emily sighed, and leaned back on Blaise. "Yes, I did." The other girl snorted in laughter, and walked a little quicker.

            "I will talk to you later Elei.." Emily waved and said, "Yeah, talk to you later Sarina…"

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            Draco was watching as his owl flew off into the bright sky. Well, too late. Operation 'Get back at Emily' is started. Well that is a bloody corny name. Draco snorted, and left the Owlery. He walked briskly down the long corridors, and turned the next corner quite sharply.

            "Watch where you are fucking going you good for nothing—Oh, hey Sarina," Draco grinned as he helped his cousin up. She dusted off her robes, and stuck her nose in the air, while walking rather pompously.

            "I won't have you talking to me like that. You insignificant piece of sedimentary rock. Draco do not act clueless. People these days. Being your cousin is quite a tedious job. You still do not understand? You are an insignificant piece of dirt… is that better? Ah well, your mother always did say you were not the brightest crayon in the box. Crayons Draco! We used to play with them when we were little! Yes, I had gone to your house when we were nine. Draco, Draco, Draco. You are senseless. You are obviously your father, because if you were like your mother you would be smart. Draco, I am not saying your father is stupid. Oh no you don't, you will not go and write him a letter. You are so juvenile. Now I remember why I never talk to you. Oh shut up for once," Sarina laughed, as she watched Draco's face go over with so many different emotions. 

            "I do not know why you aren't a Slytherin. But then again, you are the bright crayfish. So Ravenclaw it is, what is so funny?" Sarina was laughing her ass off, and eventually fell.

            "Crayons—hahahaa—not—haha—Crayfish!!" Draco walked a few feet away from the laughing girl, and leaned his palm against the cool gray wall.

            "It is not funny."

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            Later on that day, Mallory and Hermione were playing chess, and Harry and Ron were playing exploding snap. Hermione's eyes, however, were not on the chess board, but on the vivacious ginger haired boy. Mallory, who we all thought would be staring at Harry, was reading a letter she had just received.

Mallory,                                                                                                                                   24 October

            When you walk through the corridors, my eyes can't help but to wander. Your hair is like the darkness of the night, but your beautiful eyes light it up, and set my path. Your laugh rings through the halls with such air, and your red, tempting lips, make my knees go weak. You are the light in my life of darkness. I'd love for you to accompany me to the Halloween Formal, if you accept, meet me in the old Charms classroom in the north tower, after dinner tonight.

           

-Wouldn't you like to know.

            Mallory re-read the letter several times, and even gave it to Hermione to look over. They tried several spells, and charms, but none of them worked. Eventually they gave up on trying to see who sent the anonymous letter. Mallory finally gave in, and decided to go and see who this mystery guy is. They ate dinner rapidly, and once their plates were cleaned, Mallory ran off toward the North Tower. Ten minutes later, Mallory was still standing in the same spot. Footsteps were heard, and Mallory turned her head. The light shone bright, and Mallory saw the face of….

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            Draco was walking through his common room, glaring daggers at anyone who dare look at him. Pansy Parkinson wandered over to him, and put her arms around his neck. He tried to push her off, but she kept her hold.

            "When are you going to ask me to the formal Draco?" Pansy batted her eyes at him, and looked at him coyly. He roughly pushed her away, and snorted.

            "Why would I ask a whore like you the formal?" Draco laughed, and walked away. Pansy sauntered back over to him, and stood in front of him, causing him to abruptly stop.

            "Well, I know you already did ask a whore. And it wasn't me. But looks like Blaise won again… Too bad Draco, thought you actually had this one…" Pansy said in a sugary sweet voice.

            "You better shut the fuck up Parkinson, for all I know you were in on what happened… don't get me fucking started. Better yet, don't get into my business. Oh, and Nott told me that he said he'd pay you a sickle for a nice lay. Pity, I'd thought you would charge more…" Draco smirked, and went up into his dormitory. He looked at the clock, and noticed he was hungry… Dinner! Yes! Draco ran down stairs, and to the Great Hall.

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            "Hey Elei, can you tell me a bit about Kitty…? I mean unless you don't want to…" Blaise held onto her tighter, and sighed. She laid back on him, and breathed in.

            "Sure…" She looked deeply into his eyes, and noticed a little something odd… but didn't say anything about. "Well, I am sure you heard all the rumors, but anyway that is not the point…. Well remember when my parents were killed? Yes well, I was very upset, and didn't know what to do for summer break. So I stayed at my grandfather's manor. I found an interesting book, about soul possession. I followed everything it said, and well I was possessed by Kitty Malfoy. Kitty was my great aunt's best friend. So anyway, things were a little awkward after that, and she was telling me to do some pretty insane things. Back in her day she had killed many muggles, and was what we would call a Death-Eater today, but in her own clan. A muggle came to check out the manor, but I would not tolerate that. He was killed. By Kitty, but by me. I had to flee, so I went to America…" she trailed off to look at Blaise's expression.

            "Well… I knew of that, but I also heard that you had killed your guardians… is it true?" Blaise looked at her tentatively, but smiled as she grinned at him.

            "No, I had no guardians. I fled to Atlantic City. Everyone gets my story wrong. I had stayed with a family by the name of Romanov. I came back one day and found them dead. I had gotten blamed though. So I had to go to a hearing, but I ended up severely hurting the judge, and somewhat killing the persecutor. I do not regret it, and won't say I am sorry. Because I am not. I got cleared of my charges. But, I did get rewarded. I get the mark during Christmas break." She grinned at him and unconsciously rubbed her upper left arm.

            "Well, now people can know the truth. So, what are you wearing to the formal?"

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            "Dr-r-r-Draco?" Mallory's eyes opened wide as he grabbed her hand gently, and kissed it. She smiled at him, but was wearing a look of confusion.

            "The one and only milady."

Well that wraps it up. It is 12:39 AM two days later. I am slacking off. Sorry! Thanks to my faithful reviewer. RubyTabs…. Thank you! Well I am off to bed. Ciao.

            -SJ