A/N: *Sobs* My FANFICTION SUCKS! I should just delete it now! Really! I do not see where it is going. I have practically no reviews, I haven't had a flame yet… well besides the snide comment from Phil but hey… he is allowed to do that… but I need reviews. I feel as though no one is reading this fic, besides two people. It sucks. It sucks giant hairy monkey balls. I am going to go and roll up in a ball, in my corner and cry. Okay if you are reading this… please… tell people of this fic. I want reviews. I don't want to complete this fic, I feel like I am wasting time. Oh well. I shall give you at least three more chapters. If I don't get at least 25 reviews by then… I am throwing in the towel.

!Buddy Alert! IhatePansyParkinson has signed on. 

DamZeLinDistreZ: Hiya Parkinslut hater!

IhatePansyParkinson: Hello SJ.

DamZeLinDistreZ: Emily……… my fanfiction sucks. I am going to cry.

IhatePansyParkinson: Nah it isn't that bad….

DamZeLinDistreZ: You are just being nice.

IhatePansyParkinson: Well yeah.. but hey! I tried.

IhatePansyParkinson: BRB I have to get this owl.

DamZeLinDistreZ: Okay.

Auto response from IhatePansyParkison:

    v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v v

I am getting an owl right now

Talk to the away message

I do not care to talk to you!

Unless it is Blaise^^^^^

I love you! –=kisses=-

Elei ^^^^^^^^^^^

^^^^^^^

DamZeLinDistreZ: Oh well.

!Buddy Alert! UNforgivabLE has signed on.

DamZeLinDistreZ: Gee Draco… what is with these screen names?

UNforgivabLE: Well, you know that song…? *sings* Unforgettable… you are… unforgettable…

DamZeLinDistreZ: Yes… and you are… *sings* Unforgivable… lol

UNforgivabLE: Nah, it is Emily who is unforgivable. I never needed her. Besides… she is a poser. She looks like you. But you are much better looking SJ. *grin*

DamZeLinDistreZ: You are too sweet Draco. Really. Come over later…. We shall have a spot of tea.

UNforgivabLE: Are you mocking me?

DamZeLinDistreZ: Nah, I am British in the inside :P

UNforgivabLE: Okay… well anyway… Sure! I'll come over! I can help you with chapter eleven. And then maybe later… we can… get to know each other…

DamZeLinDistreZ: Draco Draco Draco. You know it. *smirks* I never did know your middle name. I can't wait. I can then tell you everything that happened to me in gradeschool!

UNforgivabLE: No, I didn't mean that… I meant… oh Merlin.

DamZeLinDistreZ: Naughty boy! You meant that you want to snog me senseless!

UNforgivabLE: Well…. That isn't a bad idea…

DamZeLinDistreZ: Okay… well I must go on with the chapter. Even though no one reads my fanfictions. Oh well. I give up… bye Draco.

DamZeLinDistreZ has signed off.

UNforgivabLE: Okay… bye for now my Damsel in Distress. I always love your screen names… then again I love you… but hey… wait you signed off! No! Okay well I am now talking to myself. Will she ever know that I love her?

UNforgivabLE has signed off.

*Little does Draco know that the author has seen it all! Muahahahhaa.*

On with the fanfiction:

            "No fucking way… Draco Malfoy?!?!" Mallory stepped back against the wall and sighed. "No its not you… It can't be…" He advanced on her and put his arm against the wall behind her.

            "What are you talking about McCartney?" Draco smirked and dropped his arm by his side, his silvery-blond hair shining in the moonlight.

            "Um-a-a-a…. Wait you didn't send me that letter?" She stuttered with a look of bewilderment across her face. Draco looked baffled, but smirked his usual sexy smirk anyway. (I had to put it… just had to!)

            "No…. what letter…? I was just walking down the corridor, you know I am prefect, and I had to do my rounds.." Draco was getting a kick out of this. Mallory gasped as she saw another figure walking down the corridor.

            "I see my fair lady is not alone, I do remember saying to come alone…" The boy said as he took Mallory's hand in his, lightly kissing it.

            "Terry Boot?" Mallory and Draco both said at the same time, quite surprised. The sandy haired Ravenclaw smirked at the two and nodded. Still holding Mallory's hands, his cerulean blue eyes looking into her lavender ones, he brought up their hands and smiled.

            "Well Mallory? Can I have the honor of bringing you, such a beautiful girl, to the formal? It is just two days away now…" He bent his head down, so he could be level with her, still smiling.

            Well he is quite good looking. Not as good looking as Draco… wait why is Draco still here? Was he going to ask me to the formal? Wait again… Aren't I going with Harry? The boy I have been crazy about ever since first year? She looked at Terry and smiled, "Yes."

            Draco smiled. An actual smile. Getting back at Emily is so great… "Well I must be off." Draco turned on his heel, and took long strides down the dark hall. Smiling to himself the whole time.

            "So Mallory, it is quite late, and I must get to bed. Big charms test tomorrow, you know us Ravenclaws…" He laughed and stepped back, still holding her hands.

            "Goodnight then Terry," She grinned, and took a step back, turning slightly. Mallory was ready to walk away, but he gently pulled her back. He swiftly kissed her on the cheek, and pulled her into his arms.

            "Goodnight Bella," his breath tickled her ear, and her heart skipped a beat. He pulled back, and tenderly dropped her hands. Terry grinned at Mallory, who was still recovering from their brief encounter, and walked away. Damn, he reminds me so much of Draco…

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            Pansy Parkinson was pacing back and forth in the bathroom. Her eyes wandering all around the small area. Her blue eyes landing on the nearest wastebasket. She glided over to it, and emptied the objects occupying it. Pansy picked up a small box that had a girl with beautiful honey colored hair on it. It read, 'Herbal Essences Hair Care.' So this is what made Emily's hair change color… While emptying the box, she sifted through its contents. Inside was a half full tube, and a piece of paper. On the paper was a spell. It also read, 'Say the spell, with a little of the gel on the tip of your wand.' Pansy held out her wand and applied the gel. She looked up into the mirror, and grabbed her mid-length dark brown hair. It can't hurt can it? So she said the spell, and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she screamed. "What the HELL happened to my HAIR!" She took hold of her now ginger hair. Pansy looked at the tube, and read on it, 'Spicy Ginger.' You are going to hell for this O'Leary. Mark my word. Her eyes then landed on another little tube in the sink. 'Cinnamon Honey.' She let out a yell of frustration, and pulled her hair up. Well it isn't that bad, I kind of like it.

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            The morning soon came, and Emily woke up smiling. I love dreams… She walked over to her nightstand, and sat down on the adjacent stool. While taking out her wand, she also grabbed a hairbrush. She said her little make-up charms, and brushed her hair. Emily pointed her wand at her hair, and did little swishing movements, then about a second later her hair was parted down the middle, with two messy buns on each side, but far in the back. Two little stray pieces of blonde hair hung by her face, but added to the style. Perfect.

            Emily walked into the boys dormitory, and noticed that Blaise was not there. Hmm, wonder why he is up so early… She sat down on his bed, and turned towards his nightstand. She opened a drawer, and found a leather bound book. On it was inscribed, 'Zabini' in elegant silver script. She opened it up, and saw that all the pages were blank, but sensed that there are writings on these pages. She slipped the book into her messenger bag, and walked into the middle of the room. Only three beds were occupied. Emily stopped at the bed next to Blaise's. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, as she saw Draco laying there peacefully. His silver hair around him, like a halo. He looked like an angel. The usual sneer was gone, and was replaced with a small smile. Deep down she knew she still had feelings for the young man, and little did she know that he still felt the same. A solitary tear fell down her face, but she quickly wiped it away. While walking past his bed, she heard him stir.

            "Em? What are you doing in here, hun?" She turned towards him and saw that he fell back asleep. Another tear escaped her now honey eyes. I miss you Draco… Emily hurried out of the dormitory, and walked up the stairs to the common room. Her heart stopped as she saw Pansy Parkinson on the couch, with ginger hair, but beside her was Blaise. He had his arm laced around her waist, and was grinning in his sleep. She ran downstairs again, and went to Blaise's bed. She started sobbing, and threw his pillows around the room. She took out his book, and pointed her wand at it. She said all the spells and charms she knew, but nothing showed up. But then her eyes went silver, and she said something she didn't even know existed. Black writing sprawled across the pale pages, and she began to read. All of it was okay, until she got to a certain page…

            "Well, my plan worked. Draco is out of the picture. If it weren't for Flint, I don't know what I would do… It's a good thing Pansy gave him a nice lay, speaking of Pansy, it is our six month anniversary tomorrow. I bought her a beautiful necklace…" she read on until she gasped at the next part, "Emily has Malfoy blood in her. It was confirmed. She confessed to me earlier, telling me of her possession. So I researched it, and if her and I had an heir, well it could be even more powerful than Voldemort. I plan to attempt after the formal, I am very sure that I have her where I want her…." Tears were falling onto the pages, as she read on, "After all these years, my father will finally reward me. After the day in Knockturn Alley, he told me right away to get her. All these years later, I shall finally get my fortune. I really did like Emily once I got to know her, but the feelings vanished when I noticed Pansy in third year. Well, I believe I just heard Pansy scream, she always does, I'll update in the morning." Her anger grew, and her hair was full out blond, and her eyes flashing silver. She rummaged through her bag, and took out a quill and her green ink, "You won't be updating in the morning once I am through with you Mr. Zabini. – Love you always, Emily" She threw the book back into his drawer, and fell back onto the bed. She looked up and silver met with silver.

            "I am going to fucking kill him," Draco ran out of the room with Emily in his wake. She pulled on his silk pajama top, and he abruptly turned around. His eyes were flashing dangerously, and an angry tear fell down his cheek.

            "Let it be Draco… my life was fucked up as it was anyway, now it is just perfect." She leaned back on the wall, and slid down it, with her face in her hands. He knelt down next to her, and put a comforting arm around her.

            "I am so sorry Emily, I never knew…please forgive me?" He took her hand, and smiled weakly. She looked up at him, and choked back a sob.

            "I am the sorry one Draco. I should have never believed you would do that. I am so sorry. I should have known, I'm so sorry, so sorry," Emily felt dizzy, and everything around her went black.

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            A dark figure walked towards her. 'Do you wish immortality?' Emily beamed, and knelt down, 'yes my Lord.' Voldemort unveiled himself, to show his sixteen year old self. Tom Riddle.

'My Lord, you are recovered. How great this is.' She looked up at him, and saw Lucius Malfoy beside him. He put a hand on her shoulder, as she stood up.

'Draco has received the mark. It is now your turn.' She nodded and knelt back down. Voldemort took out his wand, and pointed it at her upper left arm. Hot searing pain went through her body, and she fell down.

"Emily…Emily…"

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            "Leave her alone Mr. Malfoy! She will never recover with you hovering over her the whole time!" Madam Pomfrey's shrill voice filled Emily's ears as she awoke. She smiled to herself, knowing that Draco was there. But she frowned, remembering the reason she was there in the first place.

            "I believe you annoyed Poppy, Mr. Malfoy, I just passed her in the hall, muttering something like, 'Damn Malfoys, don't know what's good for them.' Quite funny though." Emily recognized the voice, and was happy her favorite professor was there.

            "Miss O'Leary, I will have to start making a potion for you. The side effects of this possession is getting too out of hand." Professor Snape walked over to her bed as she sat up.

            "Wait you knew about it, Professor?" Draco ran over and sat in the chair beside the bed. He grinned at Draco and sighed. He looked at Emily and placed a hand over hers.

            "Of course. She came to me the summer after and told me about it. I feel like a pensieve. A sappy, love-sick, pensieve. She tells me everything." He smirked and took his hand off hers.

            "You are released by the way. It is still early, so no one will know of your little visit. Get to breakfast Emily." Emily pulled the sheets down and hopped off the bed. She hugged her father figure of a professor, and looked at Draco.

            "Care to join me to breakfast milady?" He held an arm out for her, and she gladly accepted it. They walked to the Great Hall together, ignoring the looks they were getting from the other houses. The Ravenclaws were wearing looks of confusion, the Hufflepuffs were eating their breakfast, not acknowledging the two, the Gryffindors were all angry, and the Slytherins were wearing looks of pride.

            "Hey Draco, man Blaise is gonna be pissed! Great job!" Malcolm Baddock, his fellow band mate, patted him on the back as he sat down. Graham Pritchard also smiled, showing his now straight white teeth.

            "Hey Graham… when did you get those laces off?" Draco asked, grabbing a piece of toast. Emily laughed and picked up her fork.

            "They are braces Draco. Not laces. But I got them off yesterday. My dad came by and picked me up. Special permission or something… by the way, when is our next practice?" They were soon off in good conversation.

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            As Emily and Draco walked down into the Potions classroom, Emily looked around. "Hey Draco, where do you think Parkinson and Zabini are?"

            "Hospital wing." Draco smirked and sat down next to Emily. He smiled as he noticed the petite silver band around her finger. Emily gasped, but then smirked.

            "What did you do…?" Snape walked into the classroom rather dramatically as usual, and smiled at the two. He started with the lecture, and gave them their assignment.

            "You'll see…" Draco began stirring their cauldron, still smirking. Emily added the needed ingredients, and finished their potion first as usual.

            "No Draco, tell me… please?" Emily gave him the puppy dog look, as she moved her stool towards him. He put his book down, and turned to her.

            "Well, you know that crazy glue stuff that Pansy uses for her nails?" Emily nodded signaling for him to go on. "Well, I glued Blaise's hands to Pansy's butt… and Pansy's cheek to Blaise's ankle. Not a pretty position. Oh and I also put massive glue in Pansy's hair, but Blaise is the best. I used a nasty hex on him, that resulted in him having black spots sprout on his limbs." Emily laughed so hard that she fell off her stool.

            "Miss O'Leary. If you think that Mr. Malfoy is that funny looking, then get a different partner. I am sure Mr. Potter would love to have you as his partner." Harry turned red, and looked away.

            Emily giggled, and gathered her books as the bell rang.

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            What am I going to do? I already told Boot that the deal was off, but he is still going around with that Gryff. Maybe he likes her. That plan wouldn't have worked anyway. How did that plan go…? Oh yes, Terry was to get Mallory to drink the veritiserum, and she would tell of Emily being a murderer. I feel so horrible now, how did we just click again? This is all happening too fast. We didn't even have an awkward stage…Draco was taken away from his thoughts as a Hufflepuff second year tripped on his foot, and stumbled into Draco.

            "Watch where you are going. Next time you won't have a foot to stumble over," Draco sighed and walked to lunch.

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            Before everyone at Hogwarts knew it, it was finally Halloween. The girls in all dormitories were frantically running around, as the boys of Hogwarts were casually sitting around, well except for the select few. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin and Terry Boot of Ravenclaw, the two most gorgeous guys of Hogwarts, were like the many girls running around, making themselves picture perfect.

            "What is taking her so long? It is already five of seven!" Draco sighed as he looked down the stairs. About five seconds later, Emily emerged. Well it's a good thing she took so long…

            "Emily you look… exquisite, stunning, beautiful, there isn't just one word to explain it." He looked down at her, and gazed at the emerald green dress she was wearing. It was rather low cut, and had a large split down her left leg. It was princess style, and the bodice was black, with green, iridescent silk-like material. There were no sleeves, nor straps, and the her milky white skin glowed. Her back was exposed, except for the bit that was covered by her mid-length hair. Her honey brown hair was slightly waved, parted on the side. It was simple, yet perfect. Along with the dress, not too flashy, but simple. She wore little makeup, and her smile accentuated her face.

            "Thank you Draco, you look quite breath taking yourself." Draco was clad in black, with his hair falling loose, rather than his usual gelled back style.

            "Mademoiselle, I believe zat ze party is waiting." Emily smiled at his perfect French accent, and linked her arm in his.

When they arrived to the Great Hall, they were met with a very angry couple.

Well that is it for now, I really just wanted to get it to the formal. Review please.


"That was great SJ!" Draco turned towards the author. "No it wasn't… but if you say so… wait when did you get

here?" Samantha was confused.

"Just five seconds ago… but it doesn't matter." SJ smiled, and sat back down on her computer chair, stretching out her fingers. "So… are you going to help me with chapter eleven?" Draco smiled and sat down on her chair, causing her to almost fall off. He caught her, and grinned.

            "Sure. But, aren't you going to do that tomorrow?" Draco asked, and SJ smirked and scooted over, causing Draco to fall off.          "Yep." Draco frowned, and sat back down.

"Then I will go home tonight? That isn't fair!" He pouted, and pushed her over. "No you don't have to go home!" SJ smiled at him, helping herself up. He put his arm around her, and replied in his sexy British accent.    

"Really? I mean… sure.. Is your bed comfortable?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and tightened his grip on her shoulder. "Yeah it is, that is why you will sleep on the couch." SJ laughed as he released her and pouted again. She pushed him off the chair, and saved her new chapter.

            "Yes well, you do owe me a nice snog…. So you know…" Draco drifted off, pulling her onto her feet. He laced his arms around her waist, and bent his head down.

            She looked up at him, and whispered in his ear, "do I really?" He nodded and smiled. SJ smirked at him, as he came closer, closing the gap between them. But then.. all of a sudden…. BAM! A giant monkey came skipping through! It  popped a banana in its mouth and began to sing, "Where The Boys Are."

            "When will I ever get to finish…." Draco sighed and walked into the kitchen, craving bananas.

Again… please review! Goodnight.

-SJ – Draco's Dragonette