She woke around six the next morning, and showered quickly. She was blow- drying her hair when Draco woke up. He came up behind her and put his arms around her waist. She was so shocked she dropped the hair dryer and shoved him off of her.

"Draco! What the fuck?!" He obviously thought they were on a hugging basis. Barely tolerated was more like it.

"Sorry. Hrmmmf!" He muttered obnoxiously, then jumped into the shower. She smiled at this, and continued with her hair, then moved on to her makeup. Walking naked back to her side of the main room, She decided to wear dark button up jeans and a black tank top and bra. Pulling her robes over top, she hated the restricting feel of them, but she loved the colour of the fabric. Turning on the stereo, She blared Robin black, took a needle out of her purse, and quickly fed her addiction.

Draco stormed out of the bathroom just after she had put her things away. "Turn that bloody music down!" "Go fuck yourself! I like this song!" She yelled just as loud back at him. He glared at her but said nothing. She grabbed her books, said goodbye to her kitten, and left for breakfast. Walking through corridor after corridor, she managed to find the great hall again, and grabbed a soft-boiled egg and toast. She usually didn't eat breakfast, but today she was strangely hungry. Sitting down quietly, away from everyone else, she ate quickly. She was about to stand up to go, when a group of people sat down around her. "What do you want?" She demanded sourly, looking up at their faces. There were three of them. One boy was very ugly, with a crooked nose and red hair. The other had glasses and black hair. He looked preppy. The girl was quite pretty, but she looked like she didn't take care of herself. Three traits she could not stand, represented in all three of them.

They looked taken aback at her words, but the boy with glasses quickly remembered why he sat down beside her. "I'm Harry Potter, this is Ron Weasley," he pointed to the other boy. "And this is Hermione." He looked rather proud of his name, this Potter.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance." Hermione said and smiled a fake smile. Nicole felt about ready to smack her in the face.

"You didn't answer my question, what do you want?"

The smile faded from Hermione's face. "Well, we just wanted to say hello." She said hesitantly.

Nicole glared at her. "Good bye. And don't talk to me again." She smirked at all three of them, and the expressions of surprise on their face. "I don't talk to people that I have nothing in common with. Waste of time." She picked up her book bag and walked away, leaving them staring at her back.

Her first class was Transmorgification with Ravenclaw. She waved her wand and easily turned the frog that was given to her into an inflatable chair. She found this funny, because she'd gone to school less than everyone in the room, and she managed to do it the first try. By the end of the class, only one or two people had gotten the desired result. There were several inflatable frogs, however. She decided to keep her chair, because her room needed furniture. In between classes, she brought it up to her room.

Her next class was Potions. She descended the dank dungeon stairs along with about twenty other students including Draco, who was not currently speaking to her. She noted that her three visitors at breakfast were also with them. They had been seated for about five minutes, and she had been staring at the floor for about four of those when the back doors crashed open and the man that had been staring at her during the supper last night entered. At this close, she could see his features more clearly. His hair was dark and greasy, his teeth were gross and yellow, but she could see that he did these things on purpose. He met her gaze and faulted, then continued to his desk.

"Take out your text books. Turn to page 12." He snarled. She already had hers out; otherwise she wouldn't have done as she'd been told. Flipping to the correct page, she saw that they were creating a healing potion. How difficult. She immediately measured out the ingredients and threw them in her cauldron. While he was still explaining the process, she had managed to mix the ingredients and bring her potion to a simmer. He finished with "It should be a light lavender." then caught sight of her potion and added "like Miss Robinson's." The whole class turned and faced her.

Nicole hated being singled out, so she gave him her best 'fuck you' look and closed her text. Draco looked dumfounded, again a rather cute look for his face. She was already packed and had saved a generous portion of healing potion in a vial and cleaned up her surrounding area by the time class was half over. Bored out of her mind, she put on her headphones and listened to some Nelly. She was singing along softly to 'Hot In Herre" when a shadow fell across her desk. She looked up. The professor stood over her, menacing. She had a feeling that he never looked anything else. She turned off the headphones.

"Yes?"

"Come to my office immediately." He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound happy either. She placed her discman on the table and stood. She followed him out the door and around the corner to a very cold, sparsely furnished room. Shutting the door behind her, he sat down in a rickety chair.

He cleared his throat. "In all my years of teaching, I have never seen anyone as gifted as you."

She was surprised, but didn't show it in her face. "You obviously haven't looked around." She replied curtly. "Is that all you wanted me for?"

"Be seated." He demanded suddenly. She remained standing and glared at him. He continued as if she had sat. "You seem to have a problem with authority, Miss Robinson. I know I will see great things from you, but you have to learn to behave."

Her jaw was clenched so tightly it began to ache. She released it. 'Think of your father girl. Think of how disappointed he will be in you if you get kicked out the first day.' She thought in a desperate effort to keep her temper in check.

He changed the subject, noting the difficulty she was having in not yelling at him. "I am Professor Snape. You can come to me if you have any questions whatsoever. Be proud that you are in Slytherin. I am your head of house. Oh, and please be careful of Draco. He's afraid of you now, but that won't last." He looked at her in concern.

"Nothing will come between me and that boy. He's not my type. Now if you'll excuse me, its time for lunch." And with that she turned and slammed the door behind her. Walking briskly into the class she grabbed her book bag and headphones and left, with fifteen minutes still left in class. Brushing past Snape as she walked out the door. He let her go. Desperate for some quiet time, she ran back to her room and locked the door behind her magically. Digging through her things, she found a hefty bottle of Vodka and started chugging. She needed alcohol desperately. After finishing half the bottle in about ten minutes, she put it down dizzily. Her throat burned. She laughed. She was fucked.

The door burst open, and Draco entered. It seems he'd been trying to figure out just what magical locking spell she'd put on it. She giggled uncontrollably. Draco froze. The angry expression on his face melted, and he grabbed the bottle from her and placed it across the room. Locking the door again, he studied her quietly.

She smiled at him drunkenly, and stripped off her robes clumsily. Flinging them behind her, they landed on top of the cat, which brought out another fit of giggles. Draco couldn't wait to take advantage of her. She was beautiful and drunk. Two amazing combinations. He took a swig of the vodka himself, and grimaced at the taste.

With that, he stripped off his shirt, and moved toward her. She realized what he was doing and muttered "Draco. I don't want to-" but it was futile. She couldn't reach her wand. He was already on top of her. She tried to push him off, but her drunken limbs were too slow. He pulled off her shirt, and undid her bra. His hands roughly caressed her body and she felt sick at the touch. He had moved on to her pants when the door damn near exploded from its hinges. In strode Snape. He took one look at what was happening and, with a muttered word and a flick of his wand, sent Draco flying across the room.

A look of gratitude crossed Nicole's face. The alcohol had really hit her full force by now, and she gave in to the blackness that was creeping around the edges of her vision. The last thing her eyes caught was the professors concerned face leaning over her.

She woke in a strange room. The first sound she was aware of was the fire cracking. She was overly warm, snuggled into very oversized robes and underneath about three quilts. She blinked her eyes clear, realizing what a headache she had. She turned and looked around. Not surprisingly, she saw Snape watching her from a chair by the fireplace.

"How did you know?" She croaked out. It was the only question out of a hundred that had found its way to her lips. Her foggy brain still had some alcohol in it, but not nearly enough.

Instead of answering her question, he just stared at her. He seemed to drink in her features. His dark eyes looked ghostly in the firelight.

"What time is it?" she tried again.

"Eleven-thirty." He answered.

"I slept for twelve hours? Fuck! What happened to your classes? Did you go to them? I don't understand." Dread dawned on her. "Am I expelled?"

He laughed shortly. "I would not expel you. No one else even knows what happened, not even the head master. And I will not tell him either. I told him that I was not feeling up to teaching my afternoon classes, and the students just had more homework. Draco will not tell anyone about his.experiences." 'Draco.' she thought hazily. "Will I still have to share a room with him?"

He looked sad for a moment. "I'm afraid so. Just don't drink around him anymore, alright?"

Rage built up in her, and she started to yell. "FUCK! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS! I HATE LIVING HERE! AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN DRINK! ." She trailed off and quieted her voice. "Thank you. I have to go." She knew that she was being unrational. Her body wanted heroine desperately. She could not last much longer without going through some withdrawal symptoms. She knew exactly what was going to happen to her, she had tried to get off of the evil drug. She just couldn't. Her arms were already shaking.

"Please stay for a while." Snape stated. And at that she knew that he would not let her leave. She felt incredibly sick and then realized that she was stronger than him. She didn't want to use the brunt of her force, but he was leaving her with no choice.

"I-I can't. I have to go. You don't understand, I cant."

The Professor crossed the room and placed his arm on her shoulder. "You cannot leave. You have to get over this addiction."

'How did he know?' A look of puzzlement crossed her face. "What addiction?" She asked, trying to sound innocent.

"You're alcohol dependence." Oh. Well, if she didn't get back to her other one, she wouldn't be healthy at all tomorrow.

"I'll never be over that. Sorry Snape, but I have to go." And she shakily stood, ignored her thirsty arm, and used a very powerful alohamora spell on the thick wooden door. It burst open, and Snape let out a cry of disbelief. Apparently he hadn't expected her to be stronger than him. She took off her borrowed robes, and flung them at him, and walked the rest of the way back to her room topless. Gaining various dirty looks from girls not developed enough to look the way she looked.

Entering the Slytherin common room, she found Draco sitting on a chair. Staring directly at her. She gave him an awful glare and walked into her room. Locking the door much more powerfully than she had done earlier ensured that he would sleep on the couch tonight. She dove for her heroine the second she was safe, and after she eased the need in her veins, she ran to the bathroom and bathed his filthy touch off of her. And so ended her first day at Hogwarts.