Okay well here we go… another Chapter. I hope you all enjoy this one; I had quite the brain storm for this. And Gen, I twisted it around a wee bit. Therefore you will be a tad bit surprised. (I hope :P)

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Draco. He is so fine. Too bad I don't… I can only borrow him *smirk* But yeah anyway, it all belongs to the queen. Bless queen JKR! Really though, she is great!

On with the awaited chapter (I wish)…..

            The sky darkened, as he raised his wand and muttered the word. 'Crucio!' Voldemort cackled and kicked the young boy. A wave of bone breaking pain surged through the boy's body. He screamed with all his might, and fell to the floor, withering in pain. What the hell?!?! Harry Potter sat up immediately and put a hand up to his scar. His forehead ached, and was drenched with a cold sweat. He looked at his surroundings, and everything was as it was supposed to be. Nothing was out of place at all, except for one thing. Ron was no where to be seen. Harry got out of his bed hastily and noticed that his bed wasn't even touched. He hurried over to his trunk and pulled out his father's cloak, along with the Marauder's Map. Harry noticed two figures very close together at the astronomy tower. They were labeled 'Ron Weasley' and 'Sarina Black.' Go figure. Who can I talk to then? Harry's eyes searched desperately and finally found the name he wanted to see, but the person already seemed to have been quite busy. 'Hermione Granger' was in the library, accompanied by a dot labeled, 'Minerva McGonagall.' Harry sighed. Should have known, extra help, like she needs it. Harry's eyes wandered over towards the Slytherin dormitories and saw a frantic dot, 'Pansy Parkinson,' running around the bathroom, followed by 'Blaise Zabini.' But what about Emily and Blaise? Harry put the map down, but just as he let it hit his bed, a certain dot caught his emerald eye. 'Mallory McCartney.' Mallory was out by the lake, with Terry Boot. Before Harry could think on it any longer, a brown barn owl tapped on his window. He strode over and opened it, untying the parchment from it.

Harry,

I hope you understand this, but I cannot go to the formal with you tomorrow. I am afraid that I do not wish to go, for my own reasons. Please do not be upset with me, just go without me and have fun. No hard feelings right? Ha, well I shall see you in the morning.

            -Mallory

            Harry's eyebrows knitted, as he put the letter down. Well, looks like Potter gets to fly solo. Unless, nah, she wouldn't…or maybe she will…? He grabbed a piece of parchment from his desk, and began to write.. 'Emily… I know this is a little late, but I was wondering…' He put his quill down. What are you supposed to bloody say, 'hey Emily, you want to go to the formal with me? I've liked you since first year and you never noticed me.' He laughed and threw his parchment in the nearby fire. Go alone. Have some fun Harry. Emily's voice went through his mind, and he smiled. He walked back to his bed and laid down. The bright light of his muggle alarm clock caught his eyes, and he noticed it was only nine o'clock. Oh well, you must get your beauty sleep Potter. Harry sat up and gasped. Get out of my bloody mind Malfoy! Harry sighed and put his head back down on his soft pillow.

            "Sarina? Where are you going to go?" Ron took her hand in his and looked up at his new girlfriend. Sarina flipped her silver blond hair over her shoulder with her free hand. Her cool blue eyes met with his concerned cobalt ones, and she sighed.

            "I do not know, but I must leave. My mother thinks I am dead, and my father wants his revenge. Or should I say he wants to take me back. I do not know what to do Ron. You are the one person I have told of this yet, well besides Draco, but he is my family." Ron's nose wrinkled at the mention of Malfoy, but he kept listening.

            "Dumbledore told me that father is coming on the first of November. I do not mind going with him to France, I have half siblings there, so I am told. But I will miss one thing, and only one thing." Sarina put her hand on his cheek and glided her thumb over his freckles. She brought her lips towards his and put her arms around his neck. Ron obliged, and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned in, and closed her eyes as their lips met. It was by far her best kiss ever, for it was her first. As they reluctantly pulled back,  Sarina sighed and put her forehead to his.

            "You are the only thing I will miss Ronald Weasley." Ron put his arms around her more protectively and smiled. They both walked to the Ravenclaw dormitories in the same position, but eventually had to un-entwine themselves. Ron kissed her cheek, and looked back once. He continued down the hall with a smile on his lips, and a certain glisten in his eyes. A figure emerged from the shadows behind him, and let out a yell of frustration. Hermione dropped her book and fell against the wall. Sleep was threatening to take her over, as her eyes dried of tears. Her eyelids were heavy and her body was weak. The last thing she saw was a pair of bright silver eyes before her vision was clouded with white light.

            "Mudblood… Granger… Granger… HERMIONE!" Draco shook the girl in his arms and smirked as her eyes finally fluttered open. He dropped her and stood up properly.

            "It is quite dangerous to fall asleep in the hall. You are lucky that I found you, and it wasn't some hormone-raged Slytherin." Hermione smirked at the tall blond in front of her and stood up briskly. She gave him a curt nod and muttered a 'thank you.'

            "By the way, this never happened Granger." Hermione turned to make a remark, but he had already disappeared.  She walked to her dormitory muttering little nothings under her breath.

            Mitchell Rivetti strolled down the hall leading to the kitchens with a rather smug smile on his face. He tickled the pear and entered. He sat down at a small table, and told a house-elf named Whispy, to fetch him some tea. He turned slightly and saw two tall figures come through an unknown passage.

            "Ahoy Mate!" Fred Weasley pulled a chair up to Mitchell and was followed by his twin George. He smiled brightly and took a sip of his tea. He looked up at them from under his glasses and smirked.

            "Red, Goe, I did it. She said yes. I got meself a date!"  Fred and George grinned at the Hufflepuff and clapped his back. Fred stood up and ruffled Mitchell's shaggy sandy-brown hair and pushed his chair in.

            "We knew you had it in ya Mitch 'ol boy!— " "—Yep, no doubt. Well I'd say we go off to bed, ay?" The twins nodded to the sixth year student and went through the same passage they came in from.

            "Oh well, I tried to tell them I didn't ask Ginny…" Mitch smirked and thoughts of  the girl flooded his dreams as he nodded off to sleep.

            The Great Hall was wonderfully decorated with beautiful orange drapery and pumpkins carved perfectly floating in the black mist. The music was great and couples danced. Mallory and Terry arrived together both looking quite stunning, as Terry had described. Mallory was wearing a lavender gown with spaghetti straps, and a criss-cross tie up in the back. The bottom reached the floor, and it gave the illusion that little gems were crawling up, for they stopped at her waist. Her dark hair was tied up in a knot with a few curly tendrils escaping, framing her face. She also wore a matching shawl, and a perfect smile. Terry was clad in midnight blue dress robes and wore a smile that would make any girl's knees go weak. Ron and Sarina arrived about a minute after the first couple, and both looked quite great themselves. Ron was happy he didn't have to wear his frilly dress robes, due to he and Harry had gotten new ones. His were royal blue which accentuated his eyes, and Sarina wore a silver colored gown which elegantly brushed the ground, and her hair was flowing down her shoulders. The two couples eventually chatted away, and didn't notice the next couple. But Mallory did, so she and Terry went for a walk in the garden.

            "Harry, are you sure?" Hermione smiled nervously as he nodded, and put his arm out for her. They walked down the steps, all eyes on them. Hermione was wearing a deep burgundy gown, with matching silk gloves. Her hair was slightly waved, and was half up, half down. She had little braids meeting the back of her head, with little knots at the end. Two stray bits of hair framed her face, and she wore little makeup. Harry was wearing his new emerald green dress robes. The two walked down and joined their friends. Ron's jaw dropped at the sight of his best friends together, but more so at Hermione. She smiled smugly at him and turned her head, ignoring the ginger haired boy. You should have noticed me before, you good for nothing—Hermione! You shouldn't say things like that! He is your friend. Hermione talked animatedly with her friends, still ignoring Sarina and Ron.

            Mitchell looked up the staircase, waiting. Any minute now, she would arrive. He looked at his watch, and she was fifteen minutes late. He sat down next to Fred and George, his only friends, and grabbed a cup of pumpkin juice. He took a sip of it, but someone had tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and grinned broadly at the girl standing in front of him.

            "Hello Millicent." Fred and George choked on their juice, and turned around. Millicent bloody Bullstrode? Fred whispered in Mitchell's ear asking where Ginny was.

            "She is with Collin. I knew they would hit it off nicely. Millicent, would you care for a dance? By the way you look stunning." His eyes surveyed over her as he looked her up and down. She was wearing a nicely fitting gown which made her look decent for her size. It was a honey brown, which matched her eyes. She wore some make up, a little eye liner, not much. She also had on a matching cape, that had rhinestones on it. Her long black hair was down over her back. She was beautiful to him. He saw her inner beauty. He looked past the Slytherin patch, and the sneer on her face. He saw Millicent Maria Bullstrode. And to him, she was stunning. Looks like she lost some weight too… They danced away, both smiling.

             

            "Thought you would get away with it eh? Too bad Malfoy. Revenge is only too sweet to give up." Blaise raised his wand and walked down a dark corridor, leading them to a classroom. He cleared away the desks with a wave of his wand, and put a silencing charm on the room, while locking the door. "Give it your best shot."

            "Impedimenta!" Emily flicked her wand at Pansy, and her ginger hair caught fire. "Scourgify!" Pansy extinguished the fire, and threw a nasty hex at Emily which she dogged.

            Blaise and Draco were both at each others throats, throwing curses and hexes rapidly at each other. "Stupefy!" Pansy fell to the ground with a thud, and Emily turned her wand on Blaise. "I've never loved you Blaise. I hate you."

            "Crucio!" Blaise yelped and screamed as he fell to the floor in pain. She let him lay there, while she 'ennerverated' Pansy. "Get out of here Parkinson." Pansy scurried out and went to the Slytherin dormitories.

            Emily turned around just as a shot of green light came from Blaise's wand, directed at Draco. She ran in front of it, and blocked it from hitting Draco. Her body went limp, and her eyes closed. "I love you Draco." She was no longer breathing. He held the girl in his arms, and let a few tears escape from his silver eyes. He held a hand on her still warm cheek and cried.

            "I am going to fucking kill you Zabini!" Draco lunged at the boy and began punching him rapidly. He whipped out his wand and said a dark curse that made Blaise go rigid and fall to the ground. He kicked him a few times, then ran over to Emily and scooped her up into his arms. He ran as fast as he could to the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey gasped and laid her down on the nearest bed.

               "I am sorry Mr. Malfoy, but there is nothing I can do, I am afraid she is dead. I must call Professor Dumbledore." Draco choked back a sob and hugged the non-moving girl.

            "No, no, no. She can't be! I-I-I love her." Draco cried. Emily, please come back, I love you. Don't leave me now, I need you. You are the only person I ever loved, I can't go on without you…I love you…Draco threw his chair and stormed out of the infirmary. I fucking hate you Zabini. Draco raced up to the highest tower of Hogwarts and held onto the ledge. He looked up at the dark sky, as dark as her long hair, the day he met her. His eyes wandered over to the Forbidden Forest, the emerald green trees, just like her eyes, and the color of light that killed her. The pale moon glistened, just like her skin. And those freckles, and the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed. Everything reminded him of her. She can't be gone…Draco fell against the ledge, and buried his face in his hands, and cried.

            "Mr. Malfoy, please come with me." Draco looked up and saw Professor Dumbledore. He nodded and followed him, rubbing his now puffy eyes. He led him down to his office, and told him to take a seat.

            "I am sorry about your loss Mr. Malfoy, but I must ask you not to do anything you will regret. We already had the medi-wizards do all they could do, I am sorry." Dumbledore lowered his half moon spectacles and frowned. His blue eyes were no longer twinkling, and Draco sighed.

            "I miss her so much already, I feel like this is all my fault." He put his hand to his forehead and closed his eyes. Dumbledore put a comforting arm on him and began to speak.

            "I must ask you, Draco, what did happen in the Transfiguration classroom?" Draco looked up and sighed again. He fidgeted with his cloak and looked up at his headmaster.

            "Well, you see, Emily and I were together for a while, but then Blaise tricked her into believing that we were only together so I could become quidditch captain next year, long story, so she went with Blaise. But him and Pansy had been together for about a few months, and he was cheating. But anyway, Emily found his journal, and read that he was going to attempt to make her have his heir. I had sort of put a few hexes on him, but then tonight he challenged me to a duel. Malfoys do not back down for anything Professor. And he used the killing curse. He aimed at me, but she blocked it for me… she sacrificed herself…" Draco broke off as a tear escaped his silver eye. The Professor looked down at him and folded his hands before him.

            "Draco, it is not your fault. It was an act of pure love. She will be dearly missed. As I presume, you are the one who was closest to her. She has no living family, so I would like you and your family to plan her funeral. I am sorry Mr. Malfoy, if you wish, you can stay home for this next week." Draco nodded and went down the stairwell.

            Weeks passed, and the weeks soon became months. Draco Malfoy was miserable. He never ate, didn't talk to anyone, and no longer played quidditch. Everything reminded him of her, he couldn't go on. There were many times when he attempted suicide, but couldn't go through with it. His father tried to take him out of school, and his mother tried to persuade Dumbledore to enlist him at St. Mungo's. After word got out to the rest of the school about Emily's passing, there was a drastic change in the atmosphere. Blaise Zabini was sent to Azkaban, and people pretty much put two and two together. The Gryffindors were rather upset, and the Slytherins were very depressed, minus one, Pansy. Sarina left, as was said, on the first of November. Ron and Hermione eventually hit it off, and Mallory and Terry just celebrated their six month anniversary. Mitchell and Millicent had their ups and downs, but are the perfect couple. Harry is still flying solo, with his emotions for Emily still lingering. Pretty much the school eventually came back to normal, except for the fact of two very distraught fifth years. Fred and George Weasley left school rather dramatically, and Professor Umbridge was no longer a teacher at Hogwarts, due to her injuries in the forest. Harry Potter got out of Voldemort's grasp again, and Draco's father ended up in Azkaban. Potter was on his death list. The summer soon came, and everyone left school, ready for a new year ahead of them. Little knowing of the surprises awaiting them.  

There. That is it. I know this fic was short, but I want to make a sequel, like I said, this isn't the end. Trust me this is NOT the end. :P

And this fic was mainly to get the basics in… my next one is the ACTUAL fic.

I will post the next story soon! I promise!