These characters aren't mine, sadly, and I make no profit from (insert story the particular fic of mine you are reading is based on here). I cry out to the stars, "If only, if only."

By the by, watch out, a few of the characters may be ooc. (out of character for those of you who don't know what that stands for.)

Chapter 3: On the Roof

Deena checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was good and her outfit didn't clash. She was wearing a low-cut black shirt and an ankle length black skirt.

"Deena, Mr. Thompson's here," her mother yelled.

"Coming!" Deena said, bounding downstairs and grabbing her books.

"You look nice today," her mother complimented her.

"Thanks. Gotta go." Deena hurried out the door. She slid into the back of Mr. Thompson's car with Derek. Having nothing better to do, she started a conversation with Derek. She soon noticed he wasn't looking at her face. She followed his eyes down to find her shirt hanging open to give him a nice view. She quickly put her hand up to cover her cleavage and apologized, turning red.

He flicked his eyes up to meet hers. "You don't have to apologize. I was enjoying the view," Derek told her.

"Flatterer," Deena accused with a smile.

In homeroom, Sue kept trying to tell Deena something, but Derek wouldn't let her say a word. It was really weird. After Chorus, Derek came over and took her books once again. As they walked through the halls, he stopped by a janitor's closet and mumbled something.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Deena asked, turning around.

Derek flung her into the closet, said some more incomprehensible words, and came in, slamming the door shut behind him. He stuck something in his pocket, but it was too dark for her to see what it was. She wondered why he had her in a closet, and the first thought that came to her mind was that he was going to rape her.

"I'll scream if you don't let me out," she told him.

"Go ahead and try it," he retorted, pulling the thing out of his pocket and pointing it at her. "Silencio."

Deena opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. When she asked him what he had done to her, only her mouth moved. No sound escaped her lips.

-

"I've taken away your voice," Draco explained, smirking at her obvious displeasure. From the look on her face and the way her mouth was moving, he gathered she was using several profane words. "Language, MacDonald," he chided. Deena looked ready to hit him, so he used a spell to bind her wrists and ankles.

She struggled to keep her balance and not fall. Draco wrapped an arm around her waist, but she jerked away, causing her to lose her balance. Draco caught her before she hit the floor. Deena tried to pull away again. She mouthed "let go" with an indescribable viciousness on her face.

"If I let go, you'll fall and hit your head. So you could either be conscious in my presence or unconscious. It really doesn't matter to me. Now, do you want me to let go?" Deciding consciousness was better, she shook her head "no". "Alright then." He pulled her back onto her feet. Still holding her, he apparated to the roof of the school.

Draco had her sit down, then sat across from her. From her angry glare, he gathered that she wanted her voice back. He removed the spell from her. Unfortunately, this meant that she'd seen his wand and he'd have to use a Memory charm on her if she didn't accept what he had to tell her.

"Tell me this. What's Draco Malfoy doing in a Muggle school in America?" Deena asked. He was shocked that she knew who he was. "You can't fool me. I've read the books."

"What books?" he asked, feeling somewhat stupid.

"The Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling," she answered, waiting for a look of recognition on his face.

"Well, this makes my job a lot easier," Draco said, more to himself than to Deena.

"What job?"

"I was sent by the Ministry of Magic to bring you back to Hogwarts. You're a witch, Deena."

"Let's suspend reality for a second and pretend I believed you. Why would I go to Hogwarts? I'm from America. Wouldn't I go to an American school for witchcraft and wizardry?"

-

Sue opened the door of a closet. She saw Deena's books scattered over the floor. She didn't think much about what had happened to Deena; Sue was a bit busy cutting class. She saw a ladder in the back and, after picking her way through the books, climbed it to the roof.

Walking on the roof (and happy to be out of class), Sue heard voices. And they weren't the ones inside her head. She snuck behind one of the fans on the roof and started eavesdropping.

"...I don't know why they want you to go to Hogwarts. I'm just the messenger," Derek informed Deena.

"Why would they send you? After all, you're Draco Malfoy, the rich, stuck-up, too-good-for-everything-and-everyone bastard," Deena retorted.

"So, that's Draco Malfoy," Sue mused. "I thought he looked familiar."

"Bastard? I have a father," Draco returned.

"I didn't mean it literally, retard," Deena snapped. "You still haven't answered my question. Why did they send you?"

"I don't know," he answered exasperatedly. "They told me to befriend you and persuade you to come back."

"You did a good job," Deena said sarcastically.

Sue laughed at that. Draco turned in her direction, his wand drawn. "Come out where I can see you," he commanded.

Sue moved to make sure he couldn't see her. But she tripped and fell flat on her face out into plain sight. She jumped up. "Oops," she giggled.

"What did you hear?"

"Nothing," Sue lied. "Well...I heard something about Deena being a witch and going to Hogwarts, you're a bastard, you were sent to persuade Deena to go back to Hogwarts, and you didn't do a good job of it, but other than that I didn't hear a thing."

"Sue, you are such an idiot," Deena remarked.

"What a shame. Now I'll have to use a Memory charm on you," Draco said, his tone implying that he wanted to use one on Sue.

"Why? She won't remember as it is. Sue isn't exactly what you'd call intelligent. In fact, I don't believe she has any brain at all," Deena insulted. Silence prevailed for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry. What were we talking about?" Sue said cheerily.

"Sue, I can't believe you already forgot," Deena mumbled.

"You aren't serious, are you?" Draco asked skeptically.

"If I remembered, I'd tell you. But I honestly don't," Sue confessed. Then, she walked over and promptly flipped Draco over her head and onto the roof. "That's for not believing me," Sue said while Draco lay on the roof with a dazed expression on his face.

"Um, I have another question," Deena said, holding back laughter. "Even if I believe you, and my parents believe you, do you seriously think they'll let me go overseas with a stranger? Not to mention the fact that my parents are all anti-witch."

Draco pulled himself up off of the roof. Keeping his distance and a wary eye on Sue, he answered with, "Your parents can't change what you are."

"Why is he so afraid of me?" Sue cluelessly asked Deena.

"Sue, you are such an idiot," Deena informed her.

"This is ridiculous. Are we going to hide up here all day?" Draco asked impatiently, eager to get away from Sue.

"You want to go back to class?" Deena inquired skeptically.

"No. I came up here to cut class," Sue objected.

"If we do stay up here and cut class, what're we going to do?" Deena asked Draco.

"What do you want to do?" he responded with a mischievous grin.

"Yuck!" Sue exclaimed. "I'd rather go back to class."

"Then go."

"I'd rather not. Seeing as how you're afraid of me, I'm going to stay and torture you no matter what may go on," Sue replied with an evil grin. "Oh, look at Deena. Deena, you're all red."

Deena had blushed at the mention of "what she wanted to do" and couldn't stop blushing. She covered her face with her hands and managed to mumble, "Sue, shut up."

"Why would you want me to shut up? After all, he is your fantasy lover," Sue blurted out.

"What?" Draco exclaimed.

"Oh my Lord," Deena said, getting up and walking away towards the edge of the roof.

"Where are you going?" Sue asked, completely puzzled.

"I'm going to jump off the roof and end my now thoroughly miserable life, which is only that bad because of you," Deena snapped back.

-

Deena was so embarrassed. Why does Sue have to be so stupid, the life-sucking witch? She kept walking for the edge. She knew if she was going to jump, she'd best do it before she lost her courage. She felt a strong grip on her arm, one that she couldn't have broken free of even if she wanted to.

Naturally, it was Draco. When she turned around to face him, he covered her lips with his. Deena trembled at the feel of his gentleness with her. This wasn't what she would expect from Draco. Perhaps it was the real him, the one that no one knew.

"Why did you stop me?" she whispered when he pulled away. Draco pulled her into his arms and smiled.

"I can't let my paycheck get away," he answered. Angry with his selfish answer, Deena tried to pull away form him, but to no avail. "You think I'm going to let you go?"

"Let go or else!" Deena hissed.

"Or else what?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Deena kicked him in the shin, hard.

"God!" he cursed, letting go of her and grabbing his ankle. "I think you broke it, bi"-

"Don't use profane language on me, Malfoy!" Deena interrupted. "And you shouldn't take the Lord's name in vain."