Hey! This isn't my first fanfic, I hope that someone likes it and if all goes well, I'll go on with it.

Summary: Shayne is everything Draco Malfoy despises; yet her pushing him away is what wins his heart. Being invisible and all isn't easy for a girl from the Slytherin house, but she begins to allow herself freedom and learns who is trustworthy and who isn't in the nick of time, saving a friendship that never was. Her secret is the one thing that keeps her from allowing her own relationships to blossom as she tries to hide it from the world among certain other head of houses.

I know, I know, it's a bit sketchy and a bit too informant and gives away a couple of things subtly, but you'll know what it means once you read on... please R&R.'

Chapter One: Typical Slytherin

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The smell of the train's exhaust flooded Shayne's nostrils and she panted, coughing at once, trying to free her lungs of their restrictions and get fresh air.

"Careful there little one, you don't want to choke." Came the annoying voice in a drawl. Shayne couldn't believe her eyes, above her stood Draco Malfoy, the one person she'd had a crush on since first year, but hated in every way, he was arrogant, over confident, mean but over all of it, he was gorgeous. His pallid face looked down on her with those captivating steel eyes and he looked at her as if he didn't know who she was, though she was in his year and all.

"Careful Malfoy, you don't want to trip do you?" she snapped back and gave him a little shove, making him fall backwards over the trolley that had been situated behind him. Shayne sniggered as she watched him look astonished and then stand up, looking at her evilly as he swept the back of his robes off. "Oops." She said innocently and then turned to go. A hand grasped her arm and she spun around to find it was he who held her back

"Who are you? How did you know my name?" he spat at her with a sneer upon his face. Shayne almost chortled with delight, had she actually changed that much that Draco Malfoy didn't even recognize her, one of her fellow sixth years, and in the same house

"Don't play games, you know exactly who I am Malfoy." She shot at him like it was an insult, he took a step closer to her as if to attack, but all he did was study her, his eyes squinted as if to look deeper.

"Pryor?" he questioned menacingly, his voice a bit higher pitched as he moved back once more and looked at her confusedly. Shayne smiled deviously.

"You may not be as stupid as you look, now..." she trailed off, looking to where hi hand lie on her arm. "If you mind." She spat, meaning he unhand her. "Please let me go or you'll be eating toads for the next month..." he let her arm go in an instant and he looked at her as evilly as he spoke. She turned again and made her way onto the train, her bags dragging behind her.

Shayne found an empty compartment without much trouble and stuffed her luggage into the storage compartment, pulling herself up into a seat and relaxing in the silence as she stared out the window, only seeing a bunch of students gathered outside. Shayne shoved her hand into her robes and pulled out her wand, she ran it carefully between her index and middle finger. She saw an endless line of figures pass her compartment door as she stared at her wand. Made from a single hair from the mane of a newborn unicorn foal.

Eventually the compartment door slid open and a figure appeared there.

"You mind?" came the drawl, but in more of a snappish tone this time, but before she could even look up at him to answer he'd began to stuff his things in the storage compartment and taken a seat. "Thanks." He said, mocking his gratitude, but trying to ignore her as much as possible.

"I didn't even answer you you stupid Git!" She answered just as she looked up, though knowing exactly who it was but the tone of his voice. Draco Malfoy sat as far away from her as possible. "You're acting like a child." She motioned to the distance between the two of them and he glared at her Maliciously. He slid down, so he sat exactly across from her and leaned forward, placing his hands upon his knees.

"Better?" he asked. She jerked her head to the side, implying her sarcastic reply as she gave him the best glare she could. He sat up straight, but his eyes were fixated on her, a frown intermingled with his frustration. Leaning back he studied her even farther and she couldn't help but look towards the window again to ignore him. A small jolt and they both knew the train had begun the long journey to Hogwarts.

"What happened to you?" he questioned like she'd just grown some sort of lump out of the side of her neck. She turned back to look at him like she was offended.

"I grew up Malfoy, something that'll never happen to you." she spat like it was venom, poisoning her slowly. H looked offended for a millisecond.

"I see you've grown into your name, got quite the mouth on you." she knew he meant her last name, after all her father was a pureblood, and was much like his own father, same beliefs, same jobs, though her father was dead because of it, and his father thrived on.

"What are you doing here anyways? And where are your idiotic Cronies?" she said sourly, not knowing exactly why, except the fact that she resented him for everything he was. Throwing his head back he let out a hearty laugh, causing a shiver to flow down her spine.

"You think I want to be here Pryor? You really do?" she didn't answer, just stared at him like he was below her, though it was quite the opposite. "As if beckoned, the compartment door slid open and the two boys came bustling in, their hands filled with sweets of every sort. Goyle took a seat next to her, while Crabbe sat next to Draco.

"Want some?" Crabbe asked, offering Draco a cauldron cake. Draco lifted the edge of his lip in disgust.

"No!" he said sharply, moving closer to the window. Shayne almost laughed at the look upon his face and cocked her head to the side.

"What Malfoy, are you watching your figure or something?" he glared across at her as though she'd just insulted his mother.

"Funny..." he said sarcastically, shooting her another dirty look as she looked away from him with a smirk.

"Who is that?" Crabbe asked through a mouthful, but in as much of a whisper as he could possibly muster through his half chewed food. Shayne heard him and stifled a laugh, but didn't even look their way, or explain herself. Draco turned to his friends with a devious smile.

"Of course you must remember Pryor." Both their jaws dropped and food literally fell out as they stared wide eyed at her, she slowly turned her head, eyeing them up while they watched her, with a look of mild disgust herself.

"Ugh, you two really should use your manners, there's a lady in the room." Draco said, much to the surprise of Shayne herself, and like it was a command from their hierarchy, they snapped their mouths shut and quickly swept the fallen food onto the floor. Shayne again cringed, moving her feet up away from the mess. "Ugh." He continued.

"What do you care Malfoy?" she snapped back at him, sliding away form Goyle, literally pushing herself into the wall as much as she could. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Besides the fact that I don't care, I do have manners." Shayne stifled another laugh.

"Why don't you just shut your mouth before you make yourself look stupider?" she shot at him, shooting a glare his way as evilly as she could. He scowled, pushing forward in his seat and leaning towards her.

"Why don't you make me?" he said back, and to his surprise, she cringed, placing her hand over her nose and mouth scowling. She plucked a sweet out of Goyle's hands.

"Hey!" Goyle said, caught off guard with her actions and watching her offer it to Draco.

"You might want to crunch on that if you plan on getting this close to anyone else." He wrinkled his brow and she continued to cover her face, turning it away from him, but prodding the peppermint stick his way. "Your breath smells like you just had a meal of stink sap." he leaned back a little with a surprised look, lookng quite offended. He didn't take it so she tossed it at him. "I didn't mean to offend you." she added more politely, feeling guilty, yet she hated feeling it for him.

"What do you care?" he asked in a sharp hiss like tone. Shayne, having tried to be nice, took his own shot at her very offensively.

"I'm sure Pansy would be quite repulsed eh, Draco?" he frowned again, but leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, c'mon, Malfoy, you can't tell me you can't take a little criticism?" she added, only to make him more mad. He stood abruptly and before Shayne could even comprehend what he was up to, He disappeared through the compartment door and to his left. She looked from Crabbe to Goyle without an ounce of remorse for her actions. "Well, Aren't you going to follow him?" The both stood slowly. Goyle shifted his sweets into one arm and pointed a finger her way.

"If you weren't a girl..." he started, she leaned forward, mocking her scare.

"You'd what, throw your cakes at me?" he glared at her, wrinkling his nose and then disappeared through the doorway, following in Draco's footsteps with Crabbe in tow. Shayne sat back with a satisfied look upon her face, then got up to close the door and pulled a small lined notebook out of her trunk after removing Draco's things off of hers. Pulling out a quill, she set her bottle of ink in between her knees and began to form words upon the paper.

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A while later the compartment door slid open again and Draco slumped in, though his head was held high as usual. He completely ignored her presence and she couldn't help but sneak the odd look in his direction as he moved to the storage and began to rifle through his trunk.

She watched as he fond what he was looking for and then he turned, giving her this evil stare, but before he turned to go, his eyes moved to the black leather-bound book in he lap and then he sneered, taking his seat across from her once more.

Shayne watched his pallid face as he actually opened a book and began to read it, of course it was a dark arts book, but she was still surprised to see a book at all. Shayne couldn't help but let out a small snort of surprise, making him look up at her with his eyes narrowed.

"Are you a pig?" he questioned her, but her smile never faded, she just smiled at him even more.

"I just never pictured you reading a book." She said, this time more politely, having disregarded his contemptuous comment entirely. The corners of his lips lifted in a smirk.

"Just because I'm good looking doesn't mean I'm not smart." He said plainspokenly, Shayne shook her head, rolling her eyes.

"Oh juts shut it." She snapped, only to make him smile more.

"Yes your majesty." He said just to piss her off, and was succeeding without a doubt. She shot a sneer his way and then moved back to her book, dipping her quill into the inkbottle and then putting it to paper once more.

Crabbe and Goyle returned soon after, Goyle trying desperately to snatch a look at what Shayne was writing. Finally with frustration, she snapped the book shut, but just as she closed the inkbottle the train hit a rough patch on the track and the inkbottle flew out of her lap and into Draco's. Shayne covered her mouth and tried to hide the laugh that begged to seep through her fingers.

"I'm sorry." She muttered through her laugh, desperate to stop laughing for fear of revenge, but to her surprise, a smile graced his pink lips, and a devious look was bestowed in his eyes. He picked the bottle up out of his lap and twisted it around in his hand, staring across at her.

"You're lucky Pryor, very lucky." He said, making her look at him quizzically.

"Whatever." She shot back. then reaching out towards him for her inkbottle. He leaned towards her, eyeing her suspiciously

"I take it you want this?" he questioned, she nodded very sarcastically, thinking him gone mad or something for even asking the question, when her actions should have been obvious. "Then might I have a look at what's in that book of yours?" She took her hand away and looked at him even more quizzically, evident with her raised brow.

"If you needed a bottle of ink that bad you could've just asked Malfoy, I would've given it to you." he rolled his eyes again, giving her his infamous grin.

"I'd like to see what it is you write in that book." he said in that slow drawl that she hadn't realized had a weird effect on her heart, making it's beating speed to be concise with his words. His eyes bore into hers like he was able to read the words through her eyes, even though the book was shut.

"If you think there's anything about you, you're sadly mistaken." She was lying through her teeth, but he didn't know that, absent-mindedly. She pulled the book closer to her and he noticed, extending the bottle out in his hand to her, it beneath his palm, she reached out as well and placed her hand beneath his, their eyes staying connected like it was their lifeline. Their hands connected for a single second as he placed the bottle gingerly into her hand and a small static electric shock was sent from one to the other, making them both pull back their hands in surprise.

Draco glared at her, his top lip lifting in a sneer, Shayne doing the same. Both staring at each other evilly from across the compartment. Shayne clutched the inkbottle in one hand, it too warmed from his touch, and in the other hand she clutched her book even harder. She rolled her eyes and stared out of the window.

Draco stood abruptly and his cronies followed suit, Shayne looked up to see what he was doing, he was looking back and raised a brow, a smirk pulling the muscles of his face.

"Must be going... "He said in a cocky drawl, watching her like a piece of meat. Shayne in compliance pulled herself closer to the window and looked away. The door opened and closed and they disappeared, then Shayne let out a deep breath she hadn't known she was keeping in and leaned her head back.

"Freaking shitbox!" she muttered to herself, placing her head in her hands. "Why must I think these things?" but the question would remain unanswered as she saw a figure watching her from behind the glass. The door slid open as she looked to it and a small red headed girl slid inward.

"A-Are you alone?" she asked as best as she could muster, obviously intimidated by Shayne. Shayne smiled and shook her head.

"Wish I was... Malfoy and his cronies decided to keep me company." Shayne made a face like the one Ginny made as soon as the comment was made.

"Feel for you, if it helps..." Ginny said, trying to be polite as she leaned against the doorway. Shayne spotted the shiny badge upon Ginny's robes and couldn't help but Comment.

"So that's why you bombarded my compartment..." she motioned to the badge itself. "You're a prefect." A sly grin spread across Ginny's face and Shayne could see a little bit of herself in Ginny.

"Yeah, when duty calls, I'm obligated, just thought it odd seeing you alone and all." Shayne widened her eyes for a moment in sarcasm, looking back up to Ginny.

"Weasley right? Gryffindor as well?" Ginny nodded in compliance, she looked like a Weasley for sure, but unlike her brothers her features were more defined, they set her apart from the pack. Suddenly Ginny frowned.

"Ginny...I don't remember seeing you before, are you new to Hogwarts?" Shayne raised an inquisitive Slytherin brow, a trait all Slytherins possessed, yet it was only evident in certain ones more than others.

"No, I'm in my sixth year..." she hesitated in saying, not wanting to scare off the first decent person to talk to her. "Slytherin." She muttered, Ginny flinched at the mention and stood up straight, Shayne regretted it at that moment. "Shayne Pryor." She added like it wasn't important, looking down.

"Really?" she seemed almost too shocked to find Shayne's true house identity.

"Yeah." Shayne said slowly, emphasising it by lifting her brows. Before Shayne could accentuate on it a little more, the tall blonde figure of Draco Malfoy appeared behind Ginny.

"Weasley, spying are we?" she turned with a glower meant only for him and his eyes flickered downwards to her badge. "A prefect? They must've been desperate to make you a Gryffindor Prefect, it was bad enough that they made your disgrace of a brother one-"Shayne stood and moved to stand behind Ginny, staring over her head at Draco.

"Their lowest point was making you one Malfoy!" she said, a lopsided gin gracing her less than tanned features, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her evilly, while Ginny glanced at her, surprised for the sudden help.

"Ouch, low blow Malfoy." Came another Male voice from outside the compartment and to Draco's right (Shayne's left), but it wasn't either Crabbe or Goyle's. Curious, Shayne peeked her head around Ginny and the compartment door to see Blaise Zabini standing there, behind him was Crabbe and Goyle. Shayne pulled her head back into the compartment while he was still looking back at Crabbe and Goyle, laughing and moved back to her seat.

"Best be on your way, Weasley." He spat, literally pushing her off to the side and out of the compartment as he made his way in, wiping off his robes like she'd contaminated them with the little contact that had preceded. Draco again sat across from Shayne, obviously taking to heart her comment on his childishness. "I hope you don't mind if Zabini joins us, we have a few things to discuss." Shayne looked up as Blaise entered the compartment, almost grinning with delight, he too was gorgeous, yet in quite the contradicting way.

Blaise had Dark hair and his eyes were a piercing blue, a perfect jaw line that dropped slightly as his perfect lips parted slightly in his surprise.

"Do what you please Malfoy, it's a free country, just don't plan on including me in your conversations." A smirk passed Blaise's lips as he sat next to Draco and Crabbe next to him, forcing Goyle to sit next to Shayne.

"I never did." Draco spat back, his eyes fixated on her with his everlasting glower. Blaise too kept his eyes on her, seeming as though his lips were glued shut or he was void of speech. Shayne couldn't help but smile at him and want to laugh.

"You have a staring problem Zabini?" she asked.

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Hope you liked it, I thought it was an interesting plot, and yes, there is a plot. This isn't just going to be just fluff, this to me would be like the sixth book to the lovely author of the Harry Potter books. Please review and let me know what you think and whether you would like me to go on.

Q: do you want her to end up friends with The Golden Trio, or would you like her to be your typical Slytherin for a change?

Sincerely, AfireInside.