Thursday Morning 5:43

Draco woke up to find himself sitting in a hard wooden chair in a dark room. Panicking he stood up half expecting to feel his wrists and ankles bound to the chair. After a moment he remembered where he was and as his eyes adjusted to the dark he made out the form of Hermione sleeping in the small bed. He'd fallen asleep watching her. Yesterday evening he come back hours after charging out of the room. Harry and Ron had already left so he'd simply sat down in the chair to wait. Glancing up to the small window he saw the it was either night or very early morning. He blinked once then sat back down disliking the feeling one gets when he has slept in his clothes.

His stomach growled loudly, reminding him he had skipped dinner. Sighing he stood up wondering if breakfast would be served. If it was 6, it probably would be, he knew many teachers got up at that time, if it was earlier than 6, probably not. If only the bloody school would hang clocks up everywhere!

Sighing he walked towards the door and opened it then turned back to look at Hermione and murmured, "Sweet dreams my love."

He walked down the hallways praying he wouldn't bump into something in the darkness, or get caught under the charges of wandering around planning to cause mischief. Looking at his record, it was likely he wouldn't even be questioned, just punished and sent to the Slytherin dormitory. Despite his wanting to be better, he still didn't think of Slytherins as bad. Yes, some were bullies, but not all of them. Most people discriminated against all houses and slytherin was no exception. The definition of slytherins was not 'bad'. It would be the outgoing, the daring, the kind of people that are dare devils, athletes, or self-employment people. The kind of person who forms their own band to make a living, the people who simply aren't afraid do to what it takes. Also the kind of person who can be ruthless at times, but all for the good in the end. Or even the kind of person who is just kind of punk, nice, but creative and crazy.

He reached the Great Hall uneventfully and entered to see a single person sitting at the Ravenclaw table. He headed for the Slytherin table, then shrugged and walked over to sit across from the person. As he sat down he looked at her and decides he had no idea who she was. She was surprisingly pretty with soft lips, a small nose, and a stubborn chin. Her eyes were dark yet spirited and alive. She had short cropped black hair and a thoughtful expression on as she sipped at a cup of unidentifiable liquid.

She looked up as Draco sat down and gave a slight smile then said, "Hey. Another early riser or what?"

"Realized I hadn't eaten dinner, slept in a chair beside a bed in the infirmary," he explained then asked, "Are they serving food this early?"

"Yeah they are," she said ignoring his first statement, "The house elves act like waiters instead of magicking the food though, takes less energy."

"Ah," Draco said realizing he'd never known this. Then again he'd never been up at such a unholy hour in his entire life.

"I can call one for you," she said giving a small smile then pausing to look at him with a studying expression.

Draco looked down then away a little embarrassed, "No, that's alright. I can order myself, or at least I could last time I tried."

She chuckled then turned her attention back to her drink. Draco looked around for any house elves then waved to one that was clearing some plates from the Slytherin table.

"So, I don't believe we've met," Draco said trying to start a conversation as the house elf eagerly ran over.

"May I take Master's order?" the elf asked looking up at him with 'eager to please' eyes.

"Uh, yeah," Draco said, "I'd like fried eggs, toast, bacon, and some orange juice," he said and the elf quickly took note of this then disappeared with a crack.

"You sound hungry," she said then added, "By the way, I'm Sen."

"That's a nice name," he replied absentmindedly, "I'm Draco, I'm not a ravenclaw just if you want to know, but I figured, since you're the only one here..."

"Yeah. What year are you in?" she asked finishing up her drink and pushing the drink off to the side.

"My seventh," he replied, "I'm probably going to have to take this year over though. You can't miss so many months and expect to graduate. Of course, I was thinking of going to summer school to make it all up, but whatever."

"Miss so many months?" Sen asked curiously her attention turning away from her drink, now that it was gone, to him.

"Er, yeah," Draco said wishing he hadn't said anything, "I was one of the people Voldemort captured..."

"Really?" she asked her eyes widening, "That's interesting. Did he, like, do anything to you?"

"Besides torture and starve me?" he asked with maybe a bit too much sarcasm.

Sen grinned and glanced up as the magicked ceiling of the great hall lit up as the sky turned from night to day.

"Do you have any scars?" she asked bluntly then blushed, "Sorry, that's kind of rude. I mean, are you okay?"

Draco smiled slightly and wondered briefly if he'd made a friend, "I'm fine, I've gotten over it, I do have scars though."

He then realized he was lying when he said he'd gotten over it, because he hadn't not fully, and didn't know if he ever was. Nightmares tormented his sleep and he had trouble with things like waking up in the dark and being alone. He shivered slightly disliking the paranoid feelings.

"I won't ask you to show them to me," Sen said. The house elf reappeared with a steaming plate of toast and eggs, crisp bacon, and a cup of orange juice. Looking around the hall Draco realized a few other people had arrived, all of them also no one he knew.

"Okay," Draco said, "I probably wouldn't have shown them even if you asked."

Sen smiled and looked down then back up as she glanced around the great hall and said, "I should be leaving soon."

Draco nodded and stood up, "I should move back to my table."

"Hey, Draco?" Sen said, "You interested in meditating and psychic stuff?"

"I never thought about it," he said truthfully.

"Well, I have an after class club, want to check it out?" she asked.

Draco paused then nodded, "Yeah, it sounds neat."

"Great," she said then stood up as well, "Its in Firenze's class room, in the evening, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays."

"Okay," Draco said, "See you then."

A/N: I totally forgot about Hermione's parents! Ah, thought I was thinking of everything! Thanks for reminding me! I'll see if I can add them in, or at least mention them.

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