Draco looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express and immediately began missing Sylvie. It had been a hard parting, and neither wanted it to happen. Draco was alone with his thoughts in his compartment, although his "friends" were very anxious to inquire him on where he had been over the last two months; he had waved them away and told them he needed time to himself. So when there was a knock on the glass, he didn't bother to even tell them to go away. He nestled himself into a corner of the chair, and began to take a nap, hoping to dream of his adventures with Sylvie.

Sylvie didn't really know why Draco didn't look up when she knocked, but now she saw she was just going to have to invite herself in, as he appeared to have already fallen asleep. She quietly slid the glass door open and stepped into his compartment. She walked over to his side and knelt down by his face. She didn't even think about what she was about to do, but it felt right so she went with that instinct.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his so delicately she didn't even know if it would wake him or not. Draco opened his eyes gradually, as if he didn't really think it was real, perhaps he thought it was a crazy dream. Then his body jolted as he realized that it wasn't. Sylvie pulled away and gave him a big smile. He couldn't put it together. How did she get here? Why did she come? Did she just kiss him?

"Wha-what…. h-how? How did you get here?" he stammered.

"Oh, it was easy," she said as she grinned at him, "I just went to platform nine and three-quarters, and got on the train".

Draco didn't know what to say or do. His stomach was twitching and he couldn't stop smiling, all he wanted to do was reach out and pull her towards him. As he reached out and placed his hands on her waist, she draped hers around his neck and looked deep up into his eyes, they came closer and kissed. It seemed like they stayed like that forever, but somehow, later came. They got off the train together, and held hands as they looked for a carriage to get into. Sylvie looked a long time at the creatures that pulled the carriages they passed. They looked like black horses, but with wings, and white eyes. They had a dragon-like look to them. Draco had to lead her past many carriages because they all appeared to be full, savor one, which just so happened to contain Harry, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasely. They let go of each other's hands just before they stepped inside, and as they did so, they received a load of unappreciatable looks. Hermione looked like she could slap Draco and not care. Ron was turning red with hate, and Harry was staring at Sylvie as if she was a ghost.

"How the bloody hell did you get here?" he asked her.

"So nice to see you, too," she returned.

Draco smiled to himself as he watched Harry glare at Sylvie, and thought That's Sylvie for you, too clever for her own good. The trip to the school was a silent one, and for a good reason. Harry was completely confused, Sylvie didn't know Ron or Hermione so she couldn't explain anything to Harry, Hermione and Ron hated Draco, and savor Draco and Sylvie, no one knew what the hell was going on. They arrived at the school and the moment Sylvie was dreading had arrived. She had already sent notice to the Headmaster, and therefore received her supply list, but she had no idea exactly what this "sorting" business was or what it involved. She began feeling extremely nervous.

Draco was wondering what his sixth year at Hogwarts would bring him, when he glanced over at Sylvie. She was incredibly pale and obviously extremely nervous. Suddenly Draco didn't care what anyone thought, he reached out and grabbed her right hand with his left. She looked up at him and their eyes locked. Draco wanted her to ask questions, and he wanted to be able to answer them. But he knew that in his time at Hogwarts, no one other than first years would be sorted. Immediately he had a lot of questions. Would she be put in sixth year; or started in first as a sixteen year old? What House would she be placed in?

Within a seconds worth of questions, Draco knew that the answers didn't matter, he had to pull Sylvie aside before they entered the Great Hall. As they reached the doors, he quickly pulled her over near the entrance, but far enough away from the rush of students. She looked at him as if he were insane and said, "Are you mad? What the heck do you think you are doing?"

"Shh…" he said as he quieted her with a small gesture of his free hand, as his left was occupied grasping her right, "You're going to get sorted by the Sorting Hat… it's a magical hat that can sense your abilities and places you in a House. The hat speaks, and I didn't wait for it to say anything to me, I asked it to place me in Slytherin," he said in hushed tones, "so, I guess, I know that it has a lot to do with choice, and I need you to ask to be put in Gryffindor," he explained.

"What the crap are you smoking?" she asked in total disbelief.

"These are really dangerous times for everyone, and those in Slytherin will be somewhat safer from the danger, but if the danger reaches Hogwarts, you, as a new, yet sixteen-year-old student, will be less pondered if you are not placed in Slytherin," he explained barely above a whisper.

Sylvie didn't know what to say or do but at that moment it didn't really matter, as nearly the entire flood of students had passed through the doors, and she especially, needed to catch up. She continued to gaze into his eyes and nodded. Part of her instinct told her that she had only known him for two months, but being in love, she completely trusted him.

They followed the remaining students, but as they neared the Great Hall, they had to separate directions. They didn't say a word as they parted, but the thought lines linking the two were nearly visible.

Draco walked into the Great Hall, found the Slytherin table, and seated himself next to his cronies, Crabe and Goyle. They were no doubt about to about to ask him all the questions they weren't allowed to on the train, when Professor McGonagall entered followed by a shadow of first years. She led them to the facade of the Great Hall until they were lined in front of the staff table. She set the small wooden stool she was carrying in front of them. On the stool sat the ancient wizard's hat, dreadfully patched and worn, with a very well-built tear near the rim.

Draco knew what was happening, but couldn't recall the details. He knew the hat sang a song similar to the one it sang last year, but he couldn't evoke the words. He was too nervous; he had no idea if his plan would work, or if it really was the best thing after all. McGonagall began calling names and the sorting process began. He knew it would be some wait, as Sylvie, with the last name of Morgans, wouldn't be called until the middle of the process. He listened, and tried to act pleased when first-years were placed in his House, but as "McGregor, Kylie!" was called out, he began getting extremely unnerved. Then, awhile later, "Mosher, Steven!", his hands began lightly trembling beneath the table. Finally, a few minutes later, after the hat had placed Steven in Ravenclaw, "Morgans, Sylvie!". The students seemed somewhat more interested in Sylvie, although she was around their height, she did not have the figure of a first year.

She sat on the tool, and after what was longer than it took some, the Sorting Hat yelled, "Gryffindor!". The Gryffindor table clapped as she headed over and joined them.

Draco could see the back of her blonde head from his spot at his table she had her hair pulled up loosely in a ponytail and stray ends hung at the base of her neck. As he gazed at her, he wondered if she was thinking of him, too.

Sylvie was receiving a lot of odd looks from the fellow Gryffindors once the ceremony had ended. She was seated around older students, and two first-years. She suddenly recognized one of the older students as the girl from the carriage. And it was the girl from the carriage who spoke to Sylvie first.

"So, how old are you, exactly?" she asked as she peered at Sylvie over her plate of food that had magically risen after the Headmaster gave a brisk welcoming speech.

"Why do you ask?" Sylvie said in a somewhat rude manor, but Sylvie saw it as justified, after all, this girl was talking to her in very disrespectful tones.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically, "I didn't realize Malfoy was into first-years," she said in an extremely rude voice.

"I'm sorry you care so much," Sylvie returned, "but I don't believe that you have right to judge me, as you don't know me, and evidently don't respect me," she said in a calm tone.

"And why should I respect you?" she said in what Sylvie thought was a tremendously bitchy way.

"Well, you should respect me, for I have not sunk to your level of obscure mind-games and excessive rudeness and disrespect," she explained.

Everyone at the table was listening and watching with their jaws hanging open. A red-haired boy looked ready to jump into the fight.

"Excessive! You think I'm excess…"

"Hermione! Gosh, listen to you, what did she ever do?" he asked.

Hermione stared at him through eyes of pure ice. The look alone made the red-haired boy slide slightly further away from her on the table bench.

Sylvie hadn't touched any of her food, but suddenly she had to go, she had no idea where the hell she was going, she just knew she had to get away from the Hermione-bitch, and the sooner the better. She left through the outsized entrance of the Great Hall, and immediately became puzzled as she looked around at her surroundings. This castle was so large, if she got lost; she had no idea if she would even be found. She searched around the corridor and eventually found a small hallway. She followed it and when she came to a right turn, she sat on the ground, and pondered her thoughts. The hat had told her she should be in Slytherin; she had had to insist on her placement in Gryffindor. She wished now she hadn't, she would have so loved to be with Draco all the time, and very much enjoyed not being constantly surrounded by the Hermione-bitch. Why had Draco insisted on Gryffindor? Why not the other two Houses? She wished he was with her at that moment. She knew that Hermione would never let her live down a relationship with Draco; what was Sylvie to do? She couldn't give him up. She thought that perhaps it was a bad idea to come to Hogwarts. She had done it to be with Draco, but now it looked like it didn't matter, she wouldn't be with him anyway. Suddenly she heard footsteps down her passage. She stood up and prepared herself for the worst, it was probably Hermione, come to bitch at her some more. The footsteps got louder, and she felt her mouth gearing up.

"Sylvie? Is that you?" said Draco in a quiet voice.

Sylvie ran to him and draped her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes to do so. Draco didn't know what to do. He had never been in this situation before so he positioned both of his hands on the small of her back. He looked down at her at the exact same time she looked up. Draco lowered his face and kissed her more passionately than he thought possible. After, he told her to follow him. He led her down the corridor and through others until he reached many flights of stairs. From there he led her through a maze until he stopped next to a large stretch of blank wall across from a gigantic tapestry of a peculiar man training odd, tall, grey colored figures what looked like the ballet. Sylvie watched with complete wonder as Draco walked back and forth across the blank stretch of wall. She was completely shocked when a tall, oak door emerged from nowhere in the middle of the blank wall. Draco smiled as he looked at the door, took her hand, and led her inside.

The room was of the deepest, most luxurious reds. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, cherry wood with scarlet colored silk blankets. The walls were just plain crimson, which matched the below carpet. On small shelves placed at random intervals all around the room, were red candles that provided the only source of light. Rose pedals were falling from someplace in the air, just beneath the ceiling. Draco took Sylvie's hand and led her beside the bed. "This won't hurt a bit," Draco whispered as he withdrew his wand. He mumbled a spell, pointing his wand at her so as she would not conceive.

Sylvie was trembling, but not because she was scared. Just breathe, she told her self, just breathe. Tingles were shot up her spine as Draco reached behind her head and pulled the binder from her hair, and lay her soft hair down past her shoulders. He then took off her robes. She felt her body begging him to do it, and gave in. Next was her turn, she took off his robes and began pulling playfully with his tie. She pulled his face downward and kissed him slowly. He lifted up her sweater and pulled it over her head. Once they had finished, Draco guided her further towards the bed and lay above her. Sylvie looked up into his eyes and felt so safe, so protected. From what she did not know, but as long as he was there with her, she wasn't afraid of anything. Suddenly, she realized she didn't know what to do, so she closed her eyes. What happened next would change how she viewed a great deal of things. She knew what they were doing was wrong, she knew she was too young, she knew that she should have been stronger and resisted. But the same questions kept running through her mind, How can something so wrong feel so right? If it feels so right, than is it even wrong? She knew the act she was committing was wrong, yet she was in love. They were making love because they were in love. After, Draco wrapped his arms around her and they drifted toward sleep.

Sylvie woke with a jolt and sat in bed beside Draco. She had no idea what time it was but knew they would both be in immense trouble if they were caught leaving the mysterious room together, or worse, caught inside it together. She his shoulder lightly, and he gazed into her eyes above him.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hi…," he returned sleepily. "Wait… what time is it?" he withdrew his left arm from beneath the covers and peered at his watch, "Shit! We have to go now Sylvie, it's a half-hour 'till lessons begin! Everyone is probably in the Great Hall eating by now!"

They rushed to get dressed and were running out of the room not five minutes later. They ran and ran and finally came to the entrance of the Great Hall. "You go in first; it will be suspicious if we both enter late at the same time. Better yet, I should skip breakfast altogether and tell anyone who asks that I overslept. But Sylvie, you need an excuse for never going to your House, say you got lost and couldn't find it and ended up sleeping in a small passageway or something, they'll notice you weren't there because you're new, but I can go unaccounted for. Okay?" she nodded and walked into the Great Hall.

She took a seat near the end, where no one else was sitting. She received her schedule and realized to her delight, she was to be in sixth-year and had some classes with the Slytherins! That meant she could be with Draco during school! She felt her spine tingle as she thought over what had the night before. She felt she would be embarrassed if word got out of it, yet somehow she wasn't ashamed. She ate a slice of toast hurriedly and washed it down with orange juice. She gazed at her schedule again and hurried to her first class. She had heard Professor Snape's classes were down by the dungeons, and she was worried she would get lost and be late.

Her first class was N.E.W.T. potions with the Slytherins. Sylvie could not figure out why, of all things, she was put in an advanced class. After all, she had only recently arrived and had no idea if she was remotely acceptable at this magic business, anyway. She was walking along the stark corridors hoping to be relatively close to Potions class when she heard the faint slap of footsteps behind her. She turned to see who was approaching and immediately felt a knot form in her stomach. It was Hermione.

"There you are, you're going to be late if you don't hurry it up!" Hermione stated, this time without the bitchy-tones she had used the previous night.

"How do you even know what class I'm going to?" Sylvie asked coldly. She was definitely not in the mood to interrogated, and she had a feeling that was where this was headed.

"You're one to ask questions," Hermione started heatedly, "where were you last night anyway? I hope you know that many people did take notice you never arrived."

"Not that it's any of your business, but after I stormed out from your inexplicable rudeness, I searched for the Gryffindor… house… or whatever, but ended up getting unbelievably lost. I somewhat retraced my steps, and made it to near the Great Hall, but by then it was vacant. I ended up sleeping in a small passageway," Sylvie lied without a flicker of doubt that she would fool Hermione. She knew her face read truth, and that was what made her such a skilled liar. She knew what to say, how to say it, where to look, and what gestures to make and not to make. She had fooled many before, but none more satisfying than this.

"Oh… alright," Hermione seemed to be apologizing, "well, let's get to class before we become late." And with that Sylvie followed her adversary through the dreary corridors to their Potions class.