TITLE: Dangerous Liaison
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
CATEGORY: Angst
SUB-CATEGORY: Suspense
RATING: PG-13 to R. There's some swearing, some trickery, some sexual content.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and you might receive.
GENRE: Harry Potter AU - Alternate Universe.
CAST: Lena Snape OC, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Krystal Wood-Snape OC, Sirius Black, Narcissa Black-Malfoy, Mia Carmola-Black OC, Angel Raye (Malfoy) OC, Dravin Black OC, to name a few for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for Lena Snape and credit to Krystal Wood-Snape and Dravin Black. Everything in this story is fiction, and I'm keeping this as true to the work as J.K Rowling, as physically possible, while creating my own scenario, inside of the Slytherin house, and lifestyle. Hopefully, my initial story will come out as good as my idea… haha. Just to state, this has little to do with the actual events in the stories, though - you'll notice some authentic quotes. Note: In this, I'm going to do whatever it takes to make Draco AND Lena respectively, two of the biggest antagonists you've ever seen. Let's see if I succeed. Also, aside from the obvious, this has nothing to do with "Heir Of Snape". So don't assume things because you've read "H.o.S" to the point it went.

Chapter Two: The Future Of Becoming Part One
Year One At Hogwarts

On the train, that chugged along the tracks toward Hogwarts Station, Draco slouched in his seat, as he sat in a cabin with Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. He hadn't spoke yet, he had no reason to. There had been rumor since the moment a certain bushy-haired snob, named Hermione Granger, had went around the train, that the unfathomable Harry Potter was coming to Hogwarts. Did he care? Did he want to know? No. The only reason he was going to find out, was maybe he could find a way to sway the git to the right side of things. Then again, he did figure if anyone could do it, it would be him.

As the trains unloaded, and the first year students were escorted by a rather 'unflattering looking oaf' named Rubeus Hagrid, lead the students to the boats, that would take them across the lake to the castle. While the second through seventh year students took carriages to the castle, to prepare for the sorting ceremony. Oliver Wood was sitting at the Gryffindor table, talking to Lee Jordan when someone tried to get his attention. It was a Slytherin boy, with platinum blonde hair, but Oliver didn't look too distant from him. Or rude toward him. Oliver just smiled, as the blonde tossed something to him. It was a small ball of paper, that Oliver opened and read.

Wood;

Do you want to practice this weekend together? I need to get my stuff in order for this year's Quidditch, and I know you're a damned good player. I don't mind practicing with Flint, but he's too domineering and self-righteous. You're down to earth, man. I respect that. Let me know either way.

-D. Black

Oliver looked back over his shoulder, and gave the blonde a nod and smile. With a thumbs up, the blonde smiled back , mouthing 'thanks' to Oliver. Various other things were going on in the Great Hall as they were preparing for the first year students, but as they were all gathered in the Great Hall - the first year students were gathered in the hallway outside of it. Draco was the most noticeable with his platinum locks, pale features, and sadistic smirk as he leaned against the stair railing.

"So it's true then, what they're saying on the train," He spoke up - loud enough for all of the students surrounding to hear. "Harry Potter has finally come to Hogwarts."

There was a long moment of murmuring amongst the students, as Harry stood with a red head, looking down a bit, diverting his eyes from making contact with anyone else's but the red head. Draco sauntered over toward where Harry stood, and that caused Harry to look up. Draco gestured off toward where he was standing, where Goyle and Crabbe stood in his wake.

"That, is Vincent Crabbe. The other, Gregory Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The redhead snickered deviously under his breath when Draco spoke his name, and with a sharp glare from his dark gray eyes, Draco examined the red head. "Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down-robe? You must be a Weasley…" he sneered, before looking back at Harry. "You're going to find out one way or another, that some wizarding families are BETTER… than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong type." He glanced toward the Weasley, named Ron - with a sneer, before looking back at Harry. "I can help you there." Draco slowly extended his hand toward Harry, which Harry literally snubbed.

"I think I can tell the wrong type for myself, thanks…" Harry said coolly, which infuriated Draco.

The blonde instigator was tapped on the shoulder by an elder witch in green and black velvet felt robes, and he walked back to where Crabbe and Goyle were shocked by what Harry had said to Draco's face. Draco whispered quietly to his 'friends', about how Potter was going to regret embarrassing him, as the elder witch spoke.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. In just a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you do - you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin…" She explained, as Draco nodded toward Crabbe and Goyle with a smirk, as the elder witch continued. "While you're at Hogwarts, your house - will be like your family. In your triumphs, you will gain house points. Break the rules, and you will lose house points." She continued, before glancing back toward the Great Hall. Looking back to the first year students in front of her, she gave a small smile. "We will be ready for you momentarily."

She walked back toward the Great Hall, as a blonde girl walked up behind Draco, after pushing her way through a group of students, another blonde girl trailing closely behind her. He just looked at the girl, not sure whether to smirk - or remain in the bitter mood he was in. The girl glanced toward Goyle and Crabbe, motioning for them to move back as her and the other girl took position around Draco.

"So," she said, smirking to herself. "You must be really angry."

"Sod off, Angel." He said, as she laughed softly, trying to hide it.

"Stop acting like a spoiled brat, Malfoy. It's not the end of the world. So someone finally stood up to you."

"If my parents didn't love you so much, Raye, I'd probably smack the smile off your smug face," Draco said, an annoyed tone to his voice as Angel dropped her smile.

"I'm sorry… I didn't realize you were in such a bad mood…"

"I just had some scarred - freak - embarrass me in front of our entire CLASS…" Draco hissed at her, as he gestured for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him. The elder witch had just returned.

"We're ready for you now."

The elder witch, Professor McGonagall - the Transfiguration Professor and head of Gryffindor house lead the students into the Great Hall. All of the second through seventh year students turned their attention toward the oncoming hoard of students, as one particular, the blonde Slytherin, rolled his eyes upon seeing Draco. Draco just sneered at him, as the blonde who was with Angel, and herself looked confused. They were walking directly behind Draco when he was explaining to Crabbe and Goyle who the boy was.

"That, arrogant little git, is my 'cousin', Dravin Black. My mum Narcissa's side. His mother, last I heard, is a bloody professor here. Apparently they really will hire anybody." He said with a glare. "My father has told me plenty about Mia Carmola-Black, and if I have to say 'Mrs. Black' once this year, I'm going to bloody flip…"

"What does she teach?" Goyle asked, as Draco shrugged to himself.

"I couldn't care less, but I'll tell you this - Goyle, I won't be in that class if I can help it. Anybody who would give birth and create such a lunatic as Dravin, can't be much. The poor little sod couldn't even start school at the right time because he was a troublesome, ungrateful bastard." Draco vented, as the sorting ceremony was about to begin. He whispered. "I know this much, however -" he said, smirking. "He's supposed to be a third year, but started last year, so he's only a second. There's going to be somebody new in Slytherin who is apt to take over, I wager."

Crabbe and Goyle both snickered as Malfoy just smirked darkly. The sorting ceremony began, and the first up - was that annoying brat from the train, Hermione Granger. She was sorted straight into Gryffindor, which apparently was something she was pleased with. She clapped her hands with a smile and walked all the way over to the Gryffindor Table, sitting besides Percy Weasley. A girl named Susan Bones was next, and she was sorted swiftly into Hufflepuff. Then…

"Draco Malfoy," Professor McGonagall said, as he walked up to the stool at the front of the hall.

He sat down, a smirk on his face as his attention was centered on Crabbe and Goyle. They both grinned to themselves as McGonagall lowered the hat toward his head. It didn't even touch his head fully before it bellowed something he was all too familiar with, and definitely expecting.

"SLYTHERIN!"

He just smiled smugly to himself as he started toward the Slytherin table, sitting down next to Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch team captain. Others were sorted as well - Ron Weasley, right into the house where the rest of his batch of siblings had been sorted. Gryffindor. Then came Harry Potter. He was there for a while, as Draco watched. Draco was hoping beyond hope that the name of Slytherin, and great legacy wouldn't be further besmirched by having an egomaniac like Harry Potter in the house. It was already ruined in Draco's eyes, by his cousin Dravin.

"Better be…Gryffindor!"

The hat finally yelled, as Draco exhaled a sigh of relief. It made him feel a little better to know he wouldn't have to worry about 'scar head' in his house. Others were sorted after that, including Angel Raye, a long time friend of his due to his family's connection with her father Christian Raye. Him and Lucius were close. Severus was also pleased about her placement, as he too was friends with Christian. It went back to their days in the Union of Voldemort.

Also sorted into Slytherin, naturally, was Crabbe and Goyle, along with Angel's friend, the other blonde. Her name, Annabella Cooper, although she preferred just Anna. That night they spent the first evening in the castle getting used to the Slytherin Common Room and dorms. It was everything Draco had thought it would be, and then some. It was dark, it was underwater, and it was just a taste of home, honestly. He sat down on one of the black leather sofas, and put his feet up on the coffee table, while Crabbe and Goyle sat down as well.

"I figured it would be a lot worse off, to tell you the truth." He said, smirking wickedly as he glanced around. "It's not so bad. I could get used to running the place."

Draco was relaxed when Angel and Annabella walked into the common room. Angel noticed how comfortable Draco seemed, and she rolled her eyes with a smile. She whispered something to Annabella, something along the lines of 'The Prince Has Come Home' which had Annabella giggling. Draco heard the giggling, and glanced up behind him, noticing the girls. He looked back toward the fireplace without a word, as Angel walked up to the back of the sofa, putting her hands on Draco's shoulders.

"Still mad at me?"

"Shove off…" was Draco's reply.

"Look. I said I was sorry. You don't have to be such a stubborn git about things." She said in her own defense. "So what? The prodigal son has returned, who really gives a damn?"

"I sure as hell don't," Draco said in exasperated fashion. Angel looked at him, pouting quietly. Draco just scoffed. "You look like a fool. Stop it."

"How can you be mad at me? I thought you loved me…"

"Shut…up." Draco snapped, as Angel tried to hide a smirk.

"But Draco…"

"Fine, just knock it the hell off!" he shouted, as Angel hugged him tightly with a giggle.

"See? See?! He can't be mad at me!" she said as Crabbe and Goyle were trying to contain their laughter, and Anna was giggling quietly. Draco rolled his eyes, shoving Angel away from him after the hug.

"You're so bloody annoying, it's almost unbearable…"

The year was filled with trials and tribulation for Draco. He had to play second to Harry Potter, who made it onto the Gryffindor house Quidditch team from their first flying lesson. All Draco wanted was for Potter to get in trouble, but did it happen? No. He was rewarded for his 'misconduct'. Despite that, though, Marcus Flint gave Draco a few pointers, and a heads up. It was after Gryffindor won their match against Slytherin, that Marcus pulled Draco aside. Draco was with Crabbe, Goyle, and Angel after the match, grumbling something about how 'St. Potter would get his'.

"I need to talk to you, now." Marcus said, as Draco looked at him - an almost confused look on his face. "It's about next year."

"What about it?" Draco asked, as Marcus glanced around, making sure nobody was listening, or watching.

"Higgs is leaving Hogwarts," Marcus told him, in reference to Terrance Higgs, the current Slytherin seeker.

"What's that to me?" Malfoy asked, rolling his eyes. "I can't rightfully do anything about that now can I, Flint?"

"I want you to be the seeker next year." Marcus answered, as Draco looked at him skeptically. "It's in your nature, isn't it?"

"Well," Draco responded slowly, adjusting his gloves. "I've been known to catch a snitch or two in my time."

"You sound like an elder man, Malfoy." Marcus joked with a smirk, "But I promise you this, there will be no try outs, or any trouble. I'm giving you this, just say yes or no."

"You know what? You've got it." Draco said, "I would love to show that dumb bloke Potter what a real seeker can do."

"Brilliant." Marcus said with a grin. "This is going to be a strong alliance, you and I have." Draco just smiled.

"You can count on it…"

What Draco didn't realize at the time, was his cousin, Dravin Black, was also on the Quidditch team. He was a Slytherin beater since his first year, just one term before, but his best confidant was Graham Montague, a Slytherin chaser. Graham was Dravin's best friend in Slytherin, perhaps one of the only people he got on with willingly, and respectively. Marcus had also failed to tell him, but at the Quidditch meeting that night, honoring the departure of Terrance Higgs from the team, it was announced.

"Who let parasite in here?" Dravin Black whispered to Graham Montague, who just looked a little confused as to why Draco Malfoy was there.

"What's the big deal, Flint? Why do we all have to be here?"

"Shush up, Montague." Marcus said, as he gestured toward Higgs. "As you're all aware, Terrance has decided he's leaving Hogwarts, therefore, leaving our Quidditch family. I speak on behalf of all of the team when I say the best of luck to you, mate."

"Thank you guys." Terrance said with a smile.

"But there comes to bringing up of a new seeker." Marcus went on to explain, as Draco stepped forward with a smug look on his face. "I introduce you all, to Draco Malfoy. A first year, who will take up his position at the start of next term."

"Bloody brilliant, if I do say." Adrian Pucey with a smile, as Dravin and Graham just took a moment to look at each other.

"What do you think, Dravin? Graham?" Marcus inquired, as Graham just shrugged.

"Whatever works." He replied, as Dravin just smirked at Draco.

"Welcome to the team, kiddo." He said sarcastically, as Draco just glared in response.

"WELL then," Marcus adjusted the collar of his Quidditch top, "I'm glad we're all friends here, and all."

"Oh yeah, it's all peachy keen - Marcus." Dravin said, as he slowly stood up. "Can I be excused? I have an Ancient Runes report due tomorrow."

"Of course, go ahead. You're all excused."

Dravin nodded as he jogged to the boys dormitories, where he shared with Graham, Marcus, Adrian, and Miles Bletchley -- it was like the entire Quidditch team save for 3, was in one room. They had many late night chatters about the sport, and of course - in following professional Quidditch. Dravin's aspiration was to play professionally for the Moutahora Macaws in New Zealand. He had always loved the country. But he had a second choice, the Falmouth Falcons. He sat down heavily on his bed, before laying back, staring up at the ceiling. As he laid there, Graham walked in slowly, sitting at the end of Dravin's bed.

"Can I ask you a question, DC?" Graham asked, as Dravin slowly looked up at him.

"What's that, Monty?"

"What's your relationship with Draco again?" He asked, as Dravin groaned quietly, "All I have picked up on, is you really already hate the kid. What has he done?"

"You want to know?" Dravin inquired, sitting back up. Graham looked a little taken aback by his swift actions, as Dravin went on to explain. "We're related, my father's side. Draco's mother is Narcissa Black, my father's cousin. That makes that little snobbish prat my cousin. I'll deny it any chance I get, too. I heard the little prick was going to Durmstrang…" Dravin sighed, "I really wish he did. Serves his black little heart just wonderful…"

"I guess the best thing that's going to be done is ignore him," Graham said, "There's nothing else that can be done is there?"

"No, especially with my mother working here. I'm stuck here, so another school is completely out of the question." Dravin sighed as he laid back down, putting his arm over his eyes. "I should really stop caring, or letting him bother me, but since that little ingrate was born - shit got real bad for my family." He said, before correcting himself. "I'm not saying he's like, the antichrist or anything, causing mass chaos and yada whatever no matter where he goes, but he's definitely a problem. Because it was after that everything went downhill. That jerk off Peter Pettigrew faked his death, my father was put in Azkaban…and my life was taken away from me…"

"You're still saying your father is innocent?" Graham asked, as Dravin looked up quickly, looking shocked that he'd be questioned. Graham raised his hands. "I'm just saying, Mr. Pettigrew, and 12 muggles…Dravin…" Dravin flashed a glare at him.

"I thought I told you never to bring that up!" He snapped at Graham. "You wouldn't fucking understand would you? Your life is PERFECT…neither of your parents were wrongly accused and thrown into Azkaban to DIE…" Dravin stood up, looking at Graham seriously. "Mark my words, the Malfoy's may find it funny that my father is stuck there, and that ungrateful whore of a mother of Draco's finds it side splitting hilarious, but when he gets out… I hope he does kill somebody… so they can have a reason to lock him up. He's innocent, and when it's proven, you can guarantee, I'm going to shove the truth so far down the Malfoy family's throat, they're going to be choking on it…"

He shoved his way past Montague, who just sighed, sitting on Dravin's bed. Dravin stormed out of the dormitory, heading out of the common room. As he left, Draco - who was sitting on one of the sofas, conversating with Crabbe and Goyle, chuckled darkly to himself.

"What crawled up his arse and croaked?" He snickered, "He must have broken a nail, the priss…"

Crabbe and Goyle naturally found it humorous, as Draco just continued to smirk. Graham ran out into the common room not long after Dravin had stormed out, and he cursed quietly to himself when he didn't see Dravin there. Draco raised an inquired eyebrow, as he casually glanced over his shoulder, eyeing Montague for a facial expression -- or any type of emotion. He had a look of guilt, maybe he felt bad about something? Draco smiled to himself as he glanced back toward the fire.

"Or maybe he got into a fight with his lover," Draco muttered sarcastically to his two followers, who just laughed under their breaths harder. "Oh woe…oh woe…"

Draco spent many days harassing his cousin to Crabbe and Goyle. It was in his nature. After all, it wasn't as if Draco wanted to be related to him - he blamed his mother's side. A long line of death eaters and good people (in Draco's opinion) but as with every family, save for the Malfoy family, there was a bad apple. Dravin's father, was the bad apple of the Black's of old, and now, Dravin was the rotten apple of the contemporary.

The school year was winding down, and over all, there was excitement and happiness throughout the castle. Finals were approaching additionally, so there was also worry, as well as apprehension. The students had heard end of the year exams were terrible at Hogwarts, more over than the other wizarding schools around. Did Draco or his housemates seem to mind? Not in the least. Professor Snape's exam was something Draco was looking forward to. After all, during that year, Snape had taken Draco under his wing, and guided the boy to almost exception in Hogwarts. Save for one issue of detention Malfoy had to serve, for spying and getting Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley in trouble. It was worth it.

Before finals were set to begin in June, Draco was called into Professor Snape's office at the winding down of an afternoon class. The other students, Angel included, talked amongst themselves. Hermione had hoped Draco was in trouble - naturally, as he was always so mean to her and her friends. When he walked into Professor Snape's office, he had in fact - thought he was in trouble. But as Snape sat down at his desk, a smirk crossed the professor's face, which set Draco at ease a tad.

"Is everything alright, Professor?" Draco asked, as Severus motioned for the boy to take a seat. He did, as Snape slowly smiled.

"Everything is quite alright." He said surely, "I just thought you'd like a head's up of what is going on for finals." When Draco looked confused, Severus smirked. "It's been quite the year for all of us, Draco. Especially with our new little celebrity, Potter." Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's mention, as Severus put his hands down on his desk. "Your father wrote me, and asked that I keep an eye out for you. I told him, I would keep two - whenever I had a chance."

"May I inquire as to why you care, sir?" Draco asked, "I mean, I don't mind as you know. It's just no other professor at this school seems to care because I'm a Malfoy."

"Well your father and I go back to our days at Hogwarts, Draco." Severus said, "We both had ups and downs in this school together, it's also where we both met our wives. Where your father met Narcissa, and I met my wife Krystal."

"You're married, sir?" Draco asked, a look of surprise on his face. "I never knew that…"

"Been married many long years, Draco." He said, "Two years removed from this ghastly institute, Krystal and I were married." He explained, a smiling creeping onto the Professor's lips. "But honestly, it's my job to make sure you're well taken care of here. Which is why I'm going to help you out just a tad." Severus finished, as Draco smirked to himself.

"Thank you, Professor. That's awfully generous of you."

"Think nothing of it, my boy. Think nothing of it."

Professor Snape made a meeting with Draco for later that night in the dungeons, when nobody would suspect a thing. When Draco ventured back out into the classroom, the smug smirk on his face proved that he hadn't gotten in trouble, which was much to the dismay of Ms. Granger. She wanted nothing more than that arrogant prat to get in trouble, but then again - it was Professor Snape. He'd never get Malfoy in trouble. It was a lost cause.

After the 'head's up' from Professor Snape, Draco did well on his finals. He passed all with flying colors, save for Transfiguration. He barely passed that one. As if he cared. He hated that class almost as much as he hated the 'hag' teaching it. The day Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley became school celebrities over the whole Professor Quirrell 'thing', Draco felt he was going to be physically sick. It was like a bad dream. But the good part was, Harry could have been killed in the lower chambers of the school by the Professor and the dark lord. That would have been some wonderful headlines 'The Boy Who Lived, Couldn't Survive His First Year of Hogwarts'. Ah, so he was wishful… at least it was entertaining to know he was hospitalized.

The final day of school came, and Draco was fixing his trunk, and packing his things to go home. Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same thing, as they were set to ride back to Kings Cross Station together. Draco's father was supposed to pick him up, and after receiving an owl that he would, he smirked to himself. After packing, Draco brought his things out with him, and left them for one of the ushers to take care of. As if he cared. Boarding the train with Crabbe and Goyle, the three found a cabin comfortably, and were off - headed home after their first year of Hogwarts. Not a moment too soon in Draco's opinion, either. It was quite the year...

A/N: Anybody for Chapter Three? -M.S