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For the next five years, Draca completely denied the fact of seeing Tom. She actually admitted to him being just an "imaginary friend".

Her parents were relieved at this news, they would have plainly died if it had been who they thought. In the broom closet, Draco had expressed that he thought Voldemort had returned and he was using Draca as bait.

So she grew, and was now a very good looking sixteen-year-old in her sixth year at Hogwarts. Still the same silver white hair but now it was a little past her shoulders. Her icy blue eyes filled with cold and hopeless dreams. Her face itself was beauty that words could not describe. Many boys admired her, but she didn't care for any.

Her parents were still working at Hogwarts, they decided since things settled down that Hogwarts would be a good place for them. They could be near there one and only and still have each other and their memories near.

Fall went and winter came, soon the Hogwarts castle was filled with large trees decorated with lights and bulbs. The corridors were filled with holly and reefs hung from each doorway.

Draca loved the sight of everything; this had really become her home over the past six years. Down in the dungeons the Slytherin common room was filled with chatter. It was the first day of Christmas Break and mostly everyone was going home for the holidays.

She sat there, of course by herself. She possessed only admires from afar that would stare at her endlessly. She had become a mysterious character, one that could show no emotion but held many inside.

"Draca," A boy's voice said, she looked over at the voice and cocked a single eyebrow, "Are you going home for ze holidays, maybe ve could ride in ze same compartment?"

Draca had known this boy since first year; it was of course the only boy she would ever talk to. One that didn't care for her looks, even though she was very gorgeous. He held her close by her thoughts and that she only shared some with him.

"No, Krum, now take that Bulgarian accent and tell your father I say hello. If I were going home you know I would sit in the same compartment as you. We do every year, going and coming from Hogwarts, so why must you ask?"

His father had sent him to go to Hogwarts instead of Durmstrang, he said that he would do much better in a school like this with a good headmaster. I suppose he learned something great when he came here for the Triwizards Tournament.

"I don't know," Krum said, looking at her sweetly, "Maybe I just vant to make sure you hadn't replaced me."

Draca then sweetly gave Krum a huge and said, "I could never, now go, and I'll see you when you get back."

Soon the common room held no noise, because everyone had left except her. She sat there on the black leather couch, looking into the flames of the fire in the fireplace. She sighed and the closed her eyes tightly.

"Stressful day, love?" A very familiar voice rang through her ears.

She bolted open her eyes and saw standing before her a ghost figure. He looked only eighteen and had the looks of a mysterious god.

"Tom," She said breathlessly looking upon him, she got up and greatly wanted to touch him, but knew she couldn't… she would go straight through him.

"Yes, indeed, I am here. I haven't spoken to you in a while. What has it been, a week?" He said, smiling a broad but dangerous smile.

"Yes, that sounds about right."

"That boy, Viktor Krum the Second, he likes you… do you return his love?" Tom asked her, she sat down and thought about the question.

"No," She finally said, and looked up to find him looking very pleased, "I don't think so anyway."

"Ah, my dear child, don't be afraid of what could be… now, listen closely, I have an assignment for you." He told her, looking powerful and angry but still had a soft tone to him.

Draca sat there, ready for her instructions, ready to do what he wanted, "Yes, Tom."

"You have a potion to make, my dear. One that you will give to someone you dislike and could live with out in this world. Get some parchment and a pen… your ingredients are these."

Draca quickly found a piece of parchment and pen and ink. She then was ready. "Blood of a close friend, blood of an enemy, hair of a werewolf, fingernail of thou mother, tooth chip of thou father, tear drop of your lover, and last and most important… flesh from oneself."

Draca looked over the ingredients and quickly asked, "And who would want to drink this?"

"My darling, you don't drink it, you smell it, inhale it… the smell itself will be cross so when you put it together you must have that one person chained with you."

"Yes, my lord Tom."

Draca's eyes sparkled with darkness and that reminded Tom of someone he used to know… himself.

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Ok, I hope that you liked it and I'm sorry that it was just Draca in this chapter but my next one will be out by tomorrow night with so much more in it! I really hope that you liked it and please review to tell me what you thought.

Yours Truly,

Nikkie (BlueEyedFairy)