"That Professor Taylor is so scrumptious and yummy," Justin said the next day.

"Probably gay," Gwyn said, not looking up from her Transfiguration homework.

Justin and Gwyn were sitting outside by the lake, even though it had just snowed, and Justin was telling Gwyn about his date and how bad it went. Justin sighed dreamily and said, "The only thing that kept me through that horrible date was his face."

Gwyn huffed and said, "You know, Professor Taylor doesn't even have that good of a face." She put down her homework and asked, "Don't you want to know about Ron?"

"Yes, I was getting there," Justin told her eagerly. "So how was he? Bad, horrible, orgasmic, great, so-so?"

"He was mind blowing," Gwyn said with a giggle. "He was a little shy in the beginning, but he came around quickly. Oh my god he was just unbelievable."

"Does he swing both ways?" Justin asked with a smile.

"I have no clue, but I know he was amazing," Gwyn told Justin.

"Maybe he could be amazing again tonight," Justin suggested.

"No."

"Who then?" Justin asked.

"No one."

"Why? If I were you I would milk this for all it's worth," Justin said.

"I'm not going to," Gwyn told him.

"Why? Guys would defiantly get with you if you tell them-"

"I'm not and I don't want any guys do me a favor," Gwyn told him.

"I'm sure if you told Professor Taylor," Justin hinted.

Gwyn rolled her eyes and yelled, "I'm not telling Professor Taylor and I don't want him in that way."

"Fine, now I have to go," Justin said, standing up. "I've got a date, so unlike you I won't be rolling around on the school floor, at least not right away."

Gwyn smiled and hit his thigh. "I don't do it right away." Gwyn got up also and asked, "Why again did you suggest to meet out here on a blanket?"

"Because we always meet out here," Justin said. He hugged Gwyn and said, "Happy birthday."

"Have fun with, who's your date again?" Gwyn asked.

"Mark Tokarz," Justin said and then walked away.

Gwyn folded up the blanket and put it in her bag. Gwyn looked out over the frozen lake and thought it looked really peaceful. Gwyn sighed and started walking a back towards the castle. Something caught her eye in the lake. Gwyn walked over to the edge and looked down at the ice-covered lake. Gwyn looked down in the water for what caught her eye but didn't see anything. Gwyn shrugged it off and turned around to walk off when she tripped over a rock Gwyn's bag slid on the ice-covered lake, while Gwyn got a face full of snow.

Gwyn sat up and heard laughter. Gwyn shook her head, knowing whom the laughter belonged to, stood up and brushed herself off. Gwyn pulled her wand out and muttered, "Accio bag."

The bag moved a couple inches closer to her, but remained on the ice. Gwyn sighed out of frustration as she heard Draco ask, "Having a little trouble Opal? I could help."

Gwyn snapped at him, "I don't need your help Malfoy." She flicked her wand, rather forcefully and cried, "Accio bag!"

When the bag started to move towards her, but Draco used his wand to stop the bag. Gwyn glared at him and tried to summon her bag again. Only this time, she knew she saw something under the ice. Gwyn's attention turned from her bag to the ice. She stared at it for a while, until Draco tapped her in her arm. Gwyn jumped and pulled away from him, taking a step closer to the lake.

"So Gwyn, did I hear right? Is it your birthday today?" Draco asked, with a smirk.

"It's in a week," Gwyn lied.

"Well, maybe I could give you an early present," Draco suggested, placing a hand on her butt.

Gwyn jumped, dropping her wand, and tripping over own feet onto the lake, landing on her elbow. Gwyn gasped, and clutched her elbow. Gwyn struggled to sit up, when she heard a crack. Before Gwyn could try to wiggle off the ice, she fell through. The sudden burst of the cold water paralyzed her. Gwyn felt herself sink to the bottom of the lake, feeling all the seaweed against her legs. Gwyn just stared up at the surface of the lake until finally she started kicking her legs.

She wasn't moving very far, the weight of the robe was weighing her down. Gwyn swiftly pulled it off of her, and tried to kick her way to the surface again, but soon realized that seaweed had wrapped around her left ankle. Gwyn pulled at the seaweed and tried to untangle it from her ankle. Gwyn started to panic, feeling as though her lungs were about to collapse and she started to feel dizzy.

As Gwyn pulled on the seaweed, she looked desperately up to the surface. As Gwyn looked up, something caught her eye. Gwyn looked in its direction and saw a face with cold icy, blue eyes. Gwyn screamed, using up the remaining supply of her oxygen and then passed out.

"Opal, Gwyn," Draco cried when he saw her fall. Draco ran his hand through his hair and waited for her to resurface. When she didn't come up in a couple seconds, Draco stripped off his robe and kicked off his shoes. He dropped his wand on his robes and dove in after Gwyn.

He saw Gwyn frantically pulling on the seaweed, and then look over her shoulder, not seeing him. She screamed, and then became motionless. Gwyn started floating towards the surface, but the seaweed kept her anchored to the bottom. Draco quickly swam down to her and untied the seaweed. He grabbed her limp body and swam back to the surface.

Draco dragged her body back on the shore. Draco placed his head near her chest and listened for a heartbeat. He heard a faint one, but he didn't feel any breath. Draco titled her head back, plugged her nose and brought his mouth down to hers. He breathed in her mouth twice, watching her chest to make sure it rose. He pulled away and watched for any signs of breathing on her own. After fifteen seconds, Draco put his mouth on her mouth again and breathed in.

Gwyn started coughing and rolled over to her side, spitting out water. She groaned and looked over her shoulder and saw icy blue eyes. She screamed, brought her hand ups to her face and yelled, "Please don't hurt me again."

"Again?" Draco asked, confused and put his hand on her side.

"Malfoy?" Gwyn asked sounding surprised.

"Yes."

"Draco Malfoy?" Gwyn asked, looking over at him.

"Gwyn, are you all right?" Draco asked.

Gwyn nodded and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. She started shivering and Draco noticed that. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital wing."

"I don't need you to walk me back to my room," Gwyn protested after Madame Pomfrey checked out Draco and her, giving them a change of clothes and thermoses full of hot chocolate. The two of them were walking back to the Ravenclaw tower.

"Madame Pomfrey wants me to make sure you get to your bed all right," Draco told her again.

"Whatever," Gwyn mumbled. She reached the Ravenclaw tower and gave the password. Draco helped her up to her room, he could go in there now thanks to a pass thanks to Madame Pomfrey.

"Which one's yours?" Draco asked, but he already knew the answer.

It was the one with notches and the words 'slut' and 'whore' and 'slag' were marked up on the headboard. Draco coughed and looked away. He brought Gwyn over to the bed, who protested. "You boys enjoy your notches, and we girls decide to use our notches to give each other little nicknames," Gwyn said with a plastered smile.

Draco said nothing and tried to sit her on her bed. "I don't need your help," she spat.

"Shut it Gwyn," Draco told her. "You think I want to baby-sit you?"

Draco pulled back the covers to her bed, while Gwyn went to her trunk. She started to rummage through her things. She threw out a teddy bear and the Care Bear Funshine.

"Aww, does little Gwynie need a teddy bear?" Draco sneered.

"Fuck off." Gwyn got the Care Bear and ran her wand down a badly sown hole in its back.

"What is that thing?"

"A Care Bear," Gwyn answered him, while she pulled out a bag of green and white pills.

"What are those?"

"Prozac." Gwyn grabbed the teddy bear and did the same thing to its back. She pulled out a bottle and said, "And this is my Xanax."

"What are those things?" Malfoy asked, as he saw Gwyn pop a couple of Prozacs into her mouth.

"Prozac makes you happy. Well, not really happy, it just makes you not feel anything. The other one knocks you out," Gwyn told him. She took two pills, paused and took two more. She put the pills back into the stuff animals and threw them in her trunk. She looked at Draco fiercely and said, "You can go now."

"Are you allowed to have pills?" Malfoy asked.

"What do you think?"

"Were you supposed to take four?"

"Would you," Gwyn yawned and finished, "leave."

"Gwyn," Draco started.

"Don't call me that," Gwyn said, before sitting on her bed trying to stay awake.

"Why?"

"Because," Gwyn started before lying down and falling asleep.

Draco pulled the covers over Gwyn and turned to leave. He noticed that her trunk was still open. He knelt down to shut it, when he saw a plain black book. Draco picked it and knew it was a dairy. He knew he shouldn't, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. No guys had ever been in Gwyn's room before, let alone get the chance to read her personal thoughts.

Draco flipped through the blank pages. What a rip, he thought. He dropped the book on the ground, losing interest, and it opened to the only pages with writing on it. His interest was retrieve and he began to read the passage.

'I was sitting at the kitchen table reading part of the dictionary again. Mum had another business meeting, but this time the man was dressed in the kind of dresses my mum wears when she visits Aunt Kimberly. I was dangling my feet from my chair, when I heard a loud thump. I tried to ignore it because that's what my mum tells me to do when she has a business meeting, but this sounded bad. So I slowly made my way upstairs.

'As I crept into my mum's room, I notice the door was on the floor in splinters. I also noticed that the bed was unmade and there was a light on in the bathroom; however the door to that was still on its hinges and slightly open.

'I called out to my mum, but was only greeted by silence. After a couple minutes I heard a soft thud in the bathroom, and I took a step closer to it. The floorboards moaned under me like a cat when it's angry.

'The bathroom door opened and the strange man stepped out. He stared at me with cold icy eyes, and took a step towards me. Inside my head I heard a voice scream at my feet to run, but they were stone. He smiled, as though he sensed my fear. He picked me up as though I was a piece of trash and threw me on the bed.

'Before I could get up, he was pinning me down. I squirmed under his weight and looked over to the bathroom. I saw my mum lying limply on the bathroom floor. I cried out to her for help, but the man bashed my head against the headboard of the bed. I cried out again, but this time from pain. He shook me forcefully and I muffled my cries.

'I looked over to my mother again, hoping that she would somehow know I was being hurt and jump up to safe me. However, after the man began to remove some of my shoes, socks and stockings, I knew she would not come to save me.

'The man ripped my shirt into shreds. He slid his hands up my legs and under my skirt. I tried to kick his hands away, but he dug his nails into me, I was sure puncturing the skin. I whimpered as he undid my skirt and slide it down my legs. He started to kiss my ankle and slowly made his way up to my inner thigh. I cried softly and tried to pull away.

'He grabbed me by my waist, and gave me a dangerous stare, telling me not to move. I froze as those icy, silvery, blue eyes stared into mine, making me an ice sculpture.

'As he ripped off my underwear, I will never know how I stayed still from such a violent attack. His fingers traced around me, making me stiffen (if possible) even more. I stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to see his face right now.

'Then I heard something unzip, and felt him wrap his hands around my waist again. He pulled me closer to him, and then I felt something being thrust inside me. It hurt so badly. It felt like someone was splitting me in two. I screamed out, but he soon wrapped his hand around my neck and began to squeeze. I stopped screaming and moving. Then I felt the grip relax.

'I began to sob quietly, and looked at the ceiling while the man began to grind his hips against mine. Finally, after what felt like eternity, I felt something be released into me and the man pulled away from me. Then I heard something being zipped up and I forced myself to look at the man.

'He was smirking at me, making me shiver. Then I heard my mom's voice call out from the bathroom, "Lucius?"

'The man name Lucius smiled at me and kissed my forehead. "Happy fifth birthday, Gwyn."'

Draco dropped the dairy and ran out of the Ravenclaw Tower. He didn't care where he was going, as long as he got away from Gwyn and that dairy. He ran until his legs gave out and he collapsed on the cold stone floor. He knew what Gwyn wrote had to be real. He knew there was no chance that she had dreamed it up or made it up. Draco felt sick at the idea of his father and five-year-old Gwyn. He closed his eyes and tried to force the image out of his head. Instead, he just forced out his lunch.

Draco got up and swayed away. Bumping into Hermione and Harry.

"I heard you save a life," Hermione told him. "That's a surprised, it means you have a soul."

"Fuck off Mudblood and Golden Boy," Draco told them and staggered away.

"Professor McGonagall, you can't just search my things," Gwyn protested, the next day as McGonagall came to search her trunk for smuggled in pills.

"We can, and we will," McGonagall told her, as she opened her trunk. She pulled out the bear and the Care Bear. She noted the holes and asked Gwyn, "Why is there a hole in their backs?"

"They're old," Gwyn answered her.

McGonagall didn't pay any attentions and opened up the holes. She pulled out the pills and said, "I have to write to your mother now."

"Whatever."

"You will be expected to be at Dumbledore's office at five tomorrow to discuss your punishment," McGonagall told her, before walking off.

Gwyn glared after her and soon stormed out of the room to find Draco. He was sitting around a group of Slytherins in the great hall. Gwyn stormed up to him and flicked the back of his head. Draco whirled around and spat, "What?"

"You bastard," Gwyn yelled.

"Opal, let's talk about this over there," Draco said, grabbing her arm and leading her over to a corner. Then he asked in a low whisper, "What Gwyn?"

"Don't you dare call me Gwyn, Malfoy," Gwyn told him. "And how dare you squeal to McGonagall. I never thought you would be the rat."

Draco just stared at her. She continued. "You had no fucking right to act like you know what's best for me. If you hadn't saved my life I would kill you, but we're even now. And I will never sleep with you again!"

The Gwyn quickly walked away, leaving Draco very confused.

A/N: close Mrs. Snape, very close. not her father, but some one else!

hoped you enjoyed this chapter everyone!