disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the plot and chyenne.
"Damn it!" Draco Malfoy cursed loudly at the Slytherin table.
"Wassa matter Draco?" Asked the one of blonde's dimwitted posse members, Gregory Goyle.
"That cute redhead made Gryffindor."
"So?" asked the other member of the dimwitted posse, Vincent Crabbe.
"I wanted her to be in Slytherin. That's why you dimwitted ass holes."
"Oh. So basically you wanted her to be in Slytherin because it would be so much easier to go behind your girlfriend's back and have sex with her in your dormitory?"
"Basically yes. Oh CRAP!" Draco turned around to see his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson standing behind him."Pansy, I..."
He was cut off by her hand smacking him across the face, her long, manicured nails scratching his cheek. "Shut it Draco. I don't need anymore of your bull. Anything resembling a relationship that we might have had, It's OVER!"
Draco watched her as she turned on her heel and stormed out of the Great hall, mixed feelings running through his mind. Saddened that Pansy had broken up with him, embarrassment, for it happening it in the Great Hall, freedom, and then, an overwhelming feeling of dread. His father was going to KILL him. He had instructed Draco to get close to the other Slytherin for a few simple reasons. One, she was the daughter of one of the most prominent wizarding families around. Two, her parents were both closely involved with the dark lord, and Three, Her parents had the two things a Malfoy wants more of- Money and Power.
This was not going to be good. Draco had learned at an early age. One thing you never do is disappoint Lucius Malfoy.
The only thing he could do was find another daughter of another pure blood family to date. A few options came to mind- Ginny Weasley. Pure blood but she didn't have mush else going for her. That Hufflepuff girl with the Blonde hair who's name Draco couldn't remember, and Chyenne Peterson.
Draco's face erupted into one of his trademark smirks, and he laughed to himself. "Operation get Chyenne Peterson as your girlfriend starts tonight." He stopped as he rethought what he had just said. "Oh my god did I, Draco Malfoy just allow that utterly cliché statement to escape my lips? Wow. I'm falling apart." With that, he stood and left the Great Hall to wait for a certain redheaded Gryffindor, and by that, he did not mean any of the Weasley's.
xxxxxx
Chyenne stood, and stretched, stifling a yawn. "I'm rally tired. I think I'll go on up to bed."
"Do you know how to get there?" Hermione asked practically.
"Truthfully? Well, that would have to be a no." Hermione started to stand, but Chyenne stopped her. "No! finish your dinner! You don't have to get up!"
"Sure?" At the other girl's nod, she relented, describing the path to the dormitory in great detail.
"Thanks Hermione." With that, Chyenne started on her journey to the Gryffindor tower.
As she was walking down one of the many long, dark hallways, Chyenne felt an arm wind around her waist, and before she could scream, a hand was clamped over her mouth, and she was being pulled into an empty classroom.
Her captor released her and Chyenne turned to face none other than Draco Malfoy. "Draco, what do you want?"
He was taken aback by the fact that she had addressed him by his first name. Very few people did that. "You called me Draco."
"Do you have a thing for stating the obvious? Yes I did. Isn't that your name?"
"Well yes, but nobody calls me Draco."
"Well what do they call you?"
"Just Malfoy usually." Draco said with a shrug.
"Malfoy. Hmmm. That's a little too formal. Okay. Well, since nobody calls you Draco and I don't like Malfoy, do you have any nicknames or something?"
"Well, not specific nicknames. Except for Ferret Boy. DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He added the last part after seeing the devilish glint in her eyes.
"Okay! Okay! Fine then. I'll have to settle on Draco then, and you'll jus have to deal with it. "
"Fine then." He paused waiting for her to say something, but when she didn't they stood there, staring at each other in silence.
Suddenly Chyenne said, "Awkward silence."
Draco laughed. "Now who's stating the obvious?"
"Both of us, I guess. Well, I ought to be getting up to the common room. So, 'night!"
"Good Night."Draco watched as she walked away, feeling quite proud of his accomplishment.
xxxxxx
Harry walked back to the common room with Hermione and Ron after they had finished eating. they were all preoccupied with laughing at Draco's loud breakup with Pansy Parkinson to notice when Draco ran in front of them until they had collided with him.
"Watch where you're going Potter."
"I should say the same thing to you. What are you doing this far away from the dungeons anyway?"
"I was walking. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes, especially since you're so close to our common room. Now get out of here Malfoy." "You can't tell me what to do Potter." He said with a sneer.
"And why exactly is that?"
"I'm a prefect, and you're not."
"That may be true," Hermione cut in, "But we are." She and Ron stepped forward.
"Oh no! The Mud blood and Weasel are going to hurt me! What shall I do?"
Hermione pulled out her wand, the look in her eyes showing that she was going through every hex in her brain that she knew, deciding which one would be the most painful. "Run."
And wisely, Malfoy took her advice.
xxxxxx
Hermione walked into her dormitory quietly, not wanting to Wake anyone if they were sleeping when Chyenne came out of the bathroom.
"Hey Hermione." She said casually as she walked over to her trunk and started looking through it.
"I thought you'd already be in bed." Hermione said questioningly.
"Oh yeah, well, Draco held me up in the hallway. That guy's actually not as much of a prick as I thought." Chyenne looked up to see Hermione standing there, staring at her, mouth open in shock. "What?"
"You just basically said that Draco Malfoy wasn't a complete ass hole. Trust me. it's all fake. He's probably just using you to get back at Pansy."
"Do you really think so Hermione?" Chyenne asked sadly.
"I'm sorry Chyenne, but Yes. I do. C'mon, it's late and we have to go to classes tomorrow."
"Oh joy." They laughed as they got in their beds and turned off the light, falling asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
xxxxxx
The house was dark, as it always was. By now Chyenne knew the layout of the furniture, so she didn't have to light her wand. She walked around, trying to get to the back room, the only room she had never been able to reach in her dream before-
"There you are. They thought they'd be able to hide you with him didn't they? Their trusted friend would never betray them to Voldemort. No of course not. But they don't know that the Dark lord sent me here. Your brother mat have defeated my master, but you. You will die."
Chyenne turned around to see the tall man with the long blonde hair that always haunted her dreams, standing there as he always did, wand at the ready.
"You won't escape this time. The dark lord can't worry about two Potter children running around trying to fulfill some prophecy. No, no no. Tonight you die." Chyenne looked past him, out the window to see the full moon in the sky before he said the words she had been dreading. "inmediato morte"
A flash of red light filled the room, and she screamed as she hit the floor.
A/N: KG- are you all confused yet?
CW- My brain hurts. Why must you confuse all of your innicent readers? WHY?
KG-laugh- like you care about the readers. But it's fun to confuse them! and plus, it'll all make sense in the future, i promise. Thought, i don't know how far into the future it'll have to go untill this makes sense. I have WAY to many ideas! so...
CW:I WANNA DO IT!
KG: Go ahead -.-; stupid, friggin alternate ego
CW; So... If you please, REVIEW! we'll send you cookies, or brownies, whichever you prefer. And if you have troublesome, baked good eating acorns, we'll send you one of each and you can fight over it! then we can sell tickets and watch as one of you gets their butts kicked!
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