Chapter 5

Several weeks have passed, and all was going well. Ron had been giving Emmi her promised lessons on magic, and she was well passed first year in a mater of days. Emmi had a good memory and already knew all the basic spells from reading the books. She seemed afraid, to start Division. "Way before I met you, I had long confusing dreams that I was in a school, kinda like Hogwarts, and I was learning about dark magic," She had stated the day that they started the session on dreams.

"That dream rubbish? It's not real!" He picked up the book to prove a point, and started to flip threw it, "Look, it says right here that if your setting is in a school, that darkness is bestrode upon you. Nothing but a pile of rubbish, but you need to learn it. It's a big waste of time."

Draco on the other hand was having a horrible time, he was longing to kiss Lauren, just to see what it would be like. All the other girls he had gone out with haven't been that much of a thrill, no matter how wild they were here. He wanted something new.

She had saw that he wasn't good in history, and he started to ask her for help in the subject. He found himself sitting next to her in the school library that afternoon.

"So you see, King Louise the 16th, got married at age 15, to Maria from Austria, to show peace between the two countries," Lauren stated the facts from memory, as Malfoy tried to memorize and repeat them. He was more daydreaming about what they have done over the past weeks, the trips to the mall, consent snicker at the little kids, and playing pranks on each other when one least expected it. He hasn't really even though about the Order, until Hermione would yell at him "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE FOUND OUT NOTHING?"

"How do you know all these?" He couldn't have said anything stupider.

"I study, and concentrate," Lauren said plainly. When she wasn't on a sugar frenzy, she was actually normal, ether one was good for Draco. She was wearing a blood red plaided skirt, and a bold white sweater, and the punk bracelets. Her eye shadow made her eyes look like a brighter shade of blue.

"Well I'm having a hard time, since I'm sitting next to such a sexy teacher,"

Lauren blushed, he was perfect, witty, charming, and HOT. He had clever ideas and smarts. And was he hitting on her? "But I'm still with Shane? Aren't I? God, he's been being such an ass lately. He was totally hitting on Crystal the other day, so I figured it was over between us. Not that I ever really liked him. He's good looking and all, but come on! His self-esteem was a nothing. AND he never really acted like we were going out.

Malfoy was coming in closer.

"I am sexy ,aren't I?" she gave him a mischievous grin, she leaned in closer. Shane and I are done. I hate Shane, Tom actually likes me, so why can't I try to have him?

Their lips were only inches apart, and they were looking into each others' eyes, daring the other to make the next move.

In one swift movement, Malfoy leaned closer in and they're lips gently brushed together and leaned in for a more each other passionate kiss. Malfoy was afraid that Lauren didn't want him to do that, but she then showed her wanting him by put her arms around his neck, commanding that he stay were he was, and he put his arms around her waist, begging the same.

"WHAT THE HELL…?"

They sprang apart.

"Shane!" Lauren asked, surprised by his reaction. Shane came running toward them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he demanded.

"Why do you care? I thought it was clear that we broke-up a few days ago! I can't have some other guy?" Lauren said firmly.

Malfoy was surprised. She never told me that her and Shane once were an idom! You could have never told by the way they looked.

"Lauren, I thought I made it clear that I was the only one could care for you." Shane stated, looking filthily at Malfoy.

Lauren ignored him, "Shane go screw yourself, I went out with you for three months and you never held my hand. I understand your shy, but COME ON! You were all over Crystal the other day. So I guess you can flirt with that bitch, and kiss her, nearly right in front on me, but NEVER me! We're done!"

"Lauren you can't do this to me!" Shane was insane. " I'll fight the dirty bastered if I have to what can I do to prove it to you?"

"SHANE STOP IT! THERE IS NOTHING TO FIGHT OVER! I JUST DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE! YOU WEREN"T REAL! I THOUGHT I DID ONCE BUT I WAS WRONG! GET OVER IT! JUST LEAVE!"

Too late, with a POW Shane punched Malfoy in the nose. He put his hand to his nose and felt droplets of warm red blood. Malfoy didn't bother to think. He clenched his fists and hit him, strait in the place that would hurt the most on a guy.

They had each other in headlocks, rolling on the ground.

"STOP IT! THAT'S ENOUGH! STOP!" Lauren screamed. Why can't anyone hear me?

Shane got on top of Malfoy, and grabbed his head, and tried to bash it to the floor.

"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE YOU WHORE! DON'T YOU EVER EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN, OR I'LL KILL YOU!" Shane bashed Malfoy's head onto the cold floor again, "DO YOU HEAR ME PUNK? I'LL KILL YOU!"

Malfoy tried to kicked him off, and failed. He's just to strong, I need- Malfoy self-concisely out his wand. "ELVETIRO MELOBLA!" Shane stopped dead in the middle of what he was doing, and fell to the floor. Lauren ran and knelt down to help him.

Malfoy tucked his wand away, and turned to Lauren's face, "You're, you're a…"

Malfoy was only mildly aware of what he had done, he looked and his wand, "Oh no, Lauren, it's not how it looks! I had only stunned him for the hour! He'll be fine within moments-"

"You're a wizard, and you didn't tell me! You have had magical powers. And you didn't tell me! What the hell is going on? What else have you been keeping from me, Tom?" She had tears forming in her eyes.

"WHAT ABOUT YOU? You were still with him until just now weren't you! How long were you going to let me go on liking you, until you decided to tell me, or him for the matter!"

"We were done! I found it pointless to tell you! Tom incase you haven't noticed I really like you! Even the day we met and we were fighting and yelling at each other, I liked you! I have not secrets from you other then that! I thought if you knew about Shane that we would never have a chance. I kept trying to just break up with him, but he threatened me. But that doesn't mean I want you to hurt him like that! What else do you want to know about me? How about in third grade when me, Emmi and some other kids were playing the game 'Truth' and we swore to keep the answers to ourselves. Emmi told us her worse fear was drowning, falling to deep into something that she can't get out of, and it was me who told the loud mouth in the class, accidentally? Or how I would stress obesivelly over grades, just so I could feel like I belong somewhere in this world? "

Malfoy stood there, searching for a response.

"I didn't want to tell anyone that I don't like him. How would that look? I thought I liked him, but then I meet you. No one even knew we were going out, and it felt like we weren't. But as I said, we were history as off a few weeks ago. I wouldn't cheat on anyone, and that includes you."

He couldn't look at her, "Really?" he didn't wait for her to answer.

"Well then, my name isn't Tom. It's Draco. Draco Malfoy. I work for the Order of the Phoenix"

Lauren bit her lip, "You're lying. There is no such thing! It's only fantasy. Why are you doing this?"

"Lauren, look, I couldn't tell you right away! I had to protect myself, and everyone around me. I know your world knows most about ours, and I couldn't take the risk of anyone knowing about the others- or me"

"There are more of you? More people who are her to make my life miserable? And to try and tell me these lies? I'm not Emmi, I'm not guible! She tried to tell me the other day that she does magic, and I have no idea what the hell you just did to Shane, but I really don't care. I just never want to see you again! I can't" Tears were coming down her check.

"But it's true! The stories are real! There are 5 of us wizards from the Order here! We're looking for the third person whose parent have won against the Dark Lord three times, and was born in late July, just as in the prophecy! The Dark Lord knows that he's somewhere near here and we had to find him before he does, before he kills him and possibly completes the prophecy! Don't you understand? I didn't want to put you, or anyone else in danger."

"Stop it, stop it STOP IT! YOU NONE OF IT IS REAL! IT'S JUST A STORY! HARRY POTTER, RON WEASLEY, OR EVEN DRACO MALFOY ISN'T REAL! YOUR TOM AURICOM! YOU'RE AN EXCHANGE STUDENT FORM SURRY BRITIAN, AND YOU JUST HAPPEN TO LOOK LIKE TOM FELTON! GO BACK TO YOUR GAY-ASS TOWN THEN. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO, JUST QUIET TELLING ME THAT THERE IS SUCH THINGS AS MAGIC!" She got up from Shane and ran out of the library, sobbing.

Draco, he thought, you're a fool. CHASE AFTER HER! He couldn't get his feet to move. I have nothing to be ashamed about! I did the right thing, I told her the truth and she was the one who didn't believe me and to act so drastically over being told that I'm a wizard! I nearly did as good as saved her life! Shane was about to go mad! And if I had told her, or anyone else earlier it would have led to…" Malfoy looked around, still no one has come to see what the screaming and banging was about, but it didn't matter. His nose was still bleeding, and he was sure that he just got a black eye. Shane was frozen on the floor, and know starting to have a pulse. He, too, was scared up and pale…this.

Malfoy felt raged with anger. If anyone should be angry it should be him. But he wasn't sure why they were all mad in the first place. What difference did it make? He looked at Shane again. The basterd. I hope he burns in hell. What's tonight? Malfoy scanned his watch. Friday. Okay there must be some party going on tonight. I need something to get away from all this.

He walked out of the library leaving Shane to rot, and walked into a girl, preppy with the make-up face and Holister clothes that were just about to exit the school as well. She was surrounded by other clone-like friends that could pass as her, same brand of clothes and high-lighted hair. There was also a few guys with them, holding hands, and whispering in their ears.

"Hey Bridgett." Malfoy called out to one of them, that didn't appear to have a boy with her.

The girl broke away from her group and approached him, giggling, flirtingly. Malfoy had one of those brilliant ideas that he would get.

"Hey, Bridge baby, where's the party tonight?" putting on his 'playa' act.

She fluttered her eye-lashes, "Over at Ryan's. He's parents are gone out of town." She was also playing with her (noticeably unnatural) curled hair.

"Would you care to be my date?"

She laughed again, "Love too."

"Cool, wanna head over now? Can you give me a lift."

"Sure, any time." She chewed her gum loudly.

They walked out into the parking lot, and flung opened the car doors. A senior girl (probably Bridgett's sister) swiftly placed the key into the slot and the engine roared. The raced out of the school into the open road. They must have been going 80 miles per-hour in the silver convertible. The wind flew threw Draco's hair, and he thought that maybe for once he could get away from the Order, and all of his repsonablitlies.

There were two other couples in the car (that weren't driving). The driver, put on some music, were the song kept saying to 'Drop it like it's hot."

Draco was sitting next to Bridgett, he wasn't to familiar with the dirty music that they were listening too (after all, its mostly classical that they hear in Hogwarts, maybe some pop every now and then, but it's never telling you to drop something like a potato.

"What are they dropping?"

Bridgett tossed her hair, "You foreign boys are soooooo funny!" she giggled an annoying high pitch shrill (Draco found it nothing like Lauren's. Lauren's laughs a lot, and if your not used to it, it might get on your nerves if you're not much of a happy person. Atlest LAuren has a nice laugh that makes you feel less tense, and in a way is it's own happiness, until you find out that she was laughing becase she took your gym shorts ands stuffed them down the tolet. Then you stair in shock, THEN you laugh. Bridgett's laugh sounded like a gerbil that had gotten run over- several times).

"Yea," Draco said, faking a laugh. What am I doing here? Oh well, who cares to tell you the truth. Because I don't. I want to be like I was last year, the Hogwarts playa. The real pimp. I wouldn't care about how she talked back then. All I care about is how good she is when she shuts up.


For a hour of pointless driving, they then came to a mansion like-sized house. There were cars pulled up in every direction, and the music was so loud, the could hear it at the car gate, that was a hundred yards away from the house.

"This is it!" the one driving declared. They piled out of the car, exactly as the piled in.

Draco studied the settings around him. It wasn't Hogwarts, that was all he could think of. He was with the big boys now. And all he could do is play it right, and think as dirty as they can, just to get away.

They entered the house, and a lot like the outside the inside was crowed with people (and it was a rather large house). Each room Draco could hardly see, it was smokey, from the cigarettes, and foggy and damp feeling from the beer. He had to be careful were to step, afraid of stepping on an empty beer bottle.

Draoc admitted, only to himself that he liked his surrounding. It was comfortable, in it's own way. He thought how the 'hard' like furniture made him think of the Slytherin Common Room.

He held Brigdett's hand as they made it to the kitchen and picked up a bottle of beer; two for him, one for her.

A boy (he must have been no older then a high school Junoir) walked behind Draco for a beer as well.

"Yo" Malfoy insisted to the guy, "How fast is this stuff?" shaking the bottle, wanting to get soaked as soon as possible.

The boy had already had three two many and said in a floppy voice, "The fastest in the town, Bro!" That wasn't really saying much about the drink. If you were as heavy as some of the kids were it would sometimes take an entire case each to get as drunk as they want to be, but two bottles could do the trick. The town's people weren't to found about alcohol, and made it very light. Also a good way for business. If a man wanted to hang out with his friends on a Friday he would have to buy many packs, increasing the sales before he would dance around naked.

Draco nodded and smiled. Just what I want.

He handed the one to his date, "What a gentleman!" Bridgett teased, "I hope you don't always act like one."

Draco chugged down half the beer already, not really wanting to taste it, but for the rush to come sooner, and faster, "What are you proposing?" she started to play with his hair. You could tell that she knew that he wasn't much of a drinker.

Malfoy only smirked. She was already on her third bottle, she was wasted.

"You want to get away form the music?" he asked her (although that would be close to impossible).

"Sure," she hiccuped.

Malfoy looked around, trying to find an empty room (right after he grabbed another bottle). As they walked threw the house, Malfoy saw that Kyle guy, and Emmi's evil Ivy. Yea, they were getting at each other, so much for not being together. Finally with some luck, he found one, the master bedroom, placed with a large bed, and silky red sheets.

"So here we are," she said, she sat at the end of the bed, he followed.

Malfoy put his arm around her waist, and pulled her in, "Yea."

She was only inches away, "So what do you want to do?" she put her hand up his knee.
He jumped on her, kissing her wildly, answering her question.

She pushed him laying on the bed, while she on top. She started to unzip her jacket, as Malfoy threw his shirt off, trying not to break the mouth contact.

This is empty Malfoy thought to himself, as she slowly started to unbutton his pants, But since when did I care? Never! What difference does it make. Lauren had a chance to have me, and she didn't. It could have been her, here right now. Bridgett is just as good. Its all the same in the end. Get what I want and leave. That's it. Your feelings shouldn't get in the way of anything including pleasure.

Despite himself, Draco didn't feel right with this one. It wasn't like all the other times, for some reason unknown to his own awareness. Bridgett wasn't what he wanted, and some how, he knew it.

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"Now where have you been, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape snapped at him as he came in late to the apartment. Three in the morning, and Malfoy squinted to see that everyone (that meant Snape, Hermione, and Ron) was up and waiting for him to return. Malfoy left the party, and walked around the town for a while. Looking at his life, what he had, and what he wanted. He could only think of one thing, but he tried to push that her out of her mind. He left Bridgett at the party, saying that he was going back to England, she was so stupid, if she were now to see him in school she would think it was someone else. She didn't have that big of a brain to question him.

"Nowhere," He said as calmly as possible. His head was aching with a withdrawal and he felt like any second he could throw up. His mouth dried and he found it hard for his eyes to focus on one thing, the firewhiskey was nothing compared to what they served at the party.

Hermione followed after Snape, "Where were you?" she said, "You couldn't have been in school this long, and tonight Dumbledore came in to see how we are making progress, and it's pathetic to say that we have been on this job for nearly three months, and we have yet to find anything new, what so ever to our advantages. Voldemart"(Ron winced) "could attack at any moment. It doesn't matter how many Death Eaters are in Azkaban, when many of the loyal ones are still roaming ever corner of this earth!"

"Don't yell at me, mudblood!" Malofy rolled his eyes, holding his head.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME THIS! WE ARE ON THE SAME SIDE AND HERE YOU ARE YELLING AT ME FOR NO REASON! I WASN'T THE ONE DOING NOTHING TO HELP THE ORDER!" She was screaming as loud as his head could handle. Any second he felt like he was going to calpaose.

"I HAVE A REASON! I THNK YOU WOULD BE UNDER STRESS TO, IF YOU JUST REVEALED YOURSLEF TO TWO MUGGLES!" it was the only come back he could come up with that he was sure that she would respond to normally.

"What?"

"This girl, Lauren and I were studying for our history test, when one of her friends, Shane came out, and wanted to fight me. He was beating me, so I pulled out my wand. I stunned him, and just 20 minutes ago he woke up." He figured if he just told them everything fast, then they would go away. The party may have not happened.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you DENSE? OUR ENTIRE COVER UP IS NOW RUINED BECAUSE OF YOU! I must owl Dumbledore do to your stupidity at once! Worse enough I got an owl from him saying that some one else told our secret" he looked at Ron, who blushed. Without bothering to ask any farther questions Snape walked hotly out of the room and into his own, slamming the door.

Malfoy layed down on the couch, and was followed by Hermione who sat at his feet, "Why did he want to fight you?" she asked clamly

"Why do you fucking care?" Malfoy tried to turn over, and keep his eyes shut.

"Really! I'm trying to be nice and listen to your problem! It looks like you could use it, and since Ron is still asleep on the couch and Snape is having a fit, I'm not in the mood tolerate you kicking the wall tonight."

Malfoy sighed, the mudblood was annoying, Answer her and she'll go away, "If you must know, it was over Lauren. Shane saw me and her together and went mental on me."

"Shane? Why? He's nice to me, even asked me to the Valentine's Dance. I had to say no to his offer though. He's not my type really, and I have a lot of work to do with, er, something"

"What?" Malfoy didn't try to pretend that he cared, he just wanted to talk to Lauren, but they had no muggle ways of commination in the house, and he felt like shit.

"Nothing." She said it all to quickly, "Is there anything I can do to help? Can I make you any butterbeer?"

"No." Malfoy got up, that was the last thing he wanted He had to be alone for a while, get a good night's rest, and then sort out everything. So he slowely got up from the couch and made he way to his room.