Draco rushed out of his last lesson, he had Quidditch practice and didn't want to be late. He stopped when he felt a hand on his arm however. Turning around he found himself staring into the chocolate brown eyes of his desk partner in DADA.

"I just wanted to say thanks for backing me up during the lesson."

"S'okay." He shrugged, he really had to get going. He was captain and couldn't be late for their first practice.

"No really. I wouldn't have expected it of you. I hope you don't mind sitting next to me in Defence against the Dark Arts."

"It was ok. Listen I have to go to Quidditch practice now. I'm nearly late as it is."

"Oh, ok, well I'll see you around?" It was a question and one that people from other houses didn't ask him.

"Yeah probably. Bye." Draco hurried towards the Quidditch pitch, he had taken a detour to avoid Professor Varley and was therefore late. He had changed into his Quidditch gear, grabbed his broom and ran out to the field. The others were already up in the air and warming up. Draco kicked off the ground but as soon as he was up in the air he felt a wave of nausea and fear hit him. He glanced at Rika Godric who was flying below him, one of their chasers. Suddenly he felt like he was impossibly high in the air and that there was no way that he would reach the ground safely again. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly he held onto his broom for dear life.

"Are you alright Draco?"

"Fine." He managed to grate out through clenched teeth. He could feel the wolf inside start to panic. This couldn't be happening to him, it just wasn't fair that the wolf was apparently afraid of heights. He gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the wolfs urges, he wasn't going to give up the one thing that made him feel free. There was no way he was giving up Quidditch. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and willed the wolf's fear down. He'd just hoped that there wouldn't be any games shortly after or before the full moon. He didn't think that he had enough strength to ignore the wolf then. At the end of the practise he felt tired, and absolutely in need of a bath. On his way to the baths he picked up some clean robes from his room. He felt better after the bath, at least he soothed the ache in his shoulder, he just wanted to sleep now but then again he was starving so maybe having dinner would be a better idea. He was late for dinner, having spent longer in the baths then he had intended to. Most people had already left the table so he didn't bother eating slowly, all he wanted now was his bed. He didn't make it to his bed however, when he heard angry shouts coming from one of the corridors.

"GIVE IT BACK!" It was Tilly's voice, sounding rather irate and also close to tears. Sighing, he decided to go and see what was wrong. It was the same three Gryfindor boys and they were tossing something around between them, what it was Draco couldn't make out.

"HEY! Didn't I tell you to leave her alone? Do I really have to teach you a lesson?" The three boys froze. "Well?" They were glancing around now, hoping for some back up Draco reckoned.

"She's a foul Slytherin. They deserve all they get." Draco shot them one of his best glares, he felt tired and not up to sorting out three stupid little Gryffindors.

"I have better things to do with my time than sorting out little idiots like you. What ever you took from her give it back and Professor Snape will hear of this."

"You can't tell us to do anything. You're not even a prefect." Snotty little brats, Draco thought.

"Do what I say, I don't want to argue with little brats like you." They just stuck their tongue out at him. Draco didn't usually let his temper get the better of him, but he was tired, he ached and these kids were infuriating. He pulled out his wand and pointed at the one holding the strange object. "What is it Tilly?"

"A Gameboy."

"Accio Gameboy." It promptly left the boys hand. Pulling Tilly next to him, he hext the boys' hair into various shades of neon colours. "Not get lost and leave her alone. Or next time I might consider doing something nasty to you." With that he strode off and waited around the next corner for Tilly.

"Thank you again." He glanced down at her.

"You should be more careful, stay with your friends or classmates from your year, then they wont come near you." He yawned, realising just how tired he was. He didn't know that the three boys had returned to their common room and that certain three people were now plotting revenge on him. Revenge that would come when he least expected it.

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Rena Lupin : I do update quite often, but only cause I've finished my exams and have nothing better to do with my time as all my friends are off doing something exciting. Still hope you still enjoy the story.

BibleHermione : Luke is Serverus' son, but what does that have to do with your brother? Is there a coincidence maybe?

Servers13: More of Miss. George in later paragraphs. The real Miss. George would like me to add that she would actually be in Slytherin and does not approve of being in Ravenclaw. But as I need her to be, I ask everyones undertstanding, otherwise the story wont work.

Kanui d'Astor : I'm glad you like the Lucius bit, my friend and I are of the firm opinion that he isn't as bad as Rowling makes out. She's just predjudiced. We will see what happens later. And why is Voldemort so desperate to have Draco? Find out in later chapters lol.