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Having led Kerkera back to his room, taking the longer route keeping to the shadows, Draco marched into the Great Hall. He strode over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Blaise.

"So," Blaise whispered instantly, leaning towards Draco, "Done anything with that young girl yet?"

"No," snapped Draco haughtily, "I've got better taste and higher standards then that thing,"

"I dunno," said Blaise, returning to his food, "She seemed kinda cute, apart from the biting and kicking…and punching…and thrashing…and,"

"I get the point," interrupted Draco as Pansy Parkinson arrived on the scene.

"Hello my darlings," she simpered, practically drooling over them.

"Hello…dear," sighed Draco, obviously annoyed.

"Oh Drakey wakey," she cued, "did we get up on the wrong side of the bed, or with the wrong person?"

"No!" he snapped.

"Hey Draco," said Blaise, "How many girls have you made it with now, ten…twenty?"

"I don't know!" lied Draco. He did know, seven. He had lied a lot about how many he had really done cos he had a reputation to uphold. The problem was that now not a lot of hot, pretty, or cute girl were up for offer. Except for… Draco shook his head. No way!

"I was the best though, right Draco?" smiled Pansy, hanging off his shoulder.

"Yes…Pansy," he smiled through gritted teeth,

"Hey it's the Christmas break soon," smiled Blaise as he finished his pancake, "And with so many girls going home, you better convince some of them to stay. You've only got this weekend!"

"Yeah, yeah," sighed Draco. He couldn't be asked to go home this Christmas. All his family were pricks. His parents would be trying to hook him up with some posh tart at any occasion, it would drive him mad. At least at Hogwarts he could hang round with Blaise and annoy Potter. Oh joy! Not!

"I've gotta go," he said finally, standing up and leaving Blaise to suffer Pansy's drools.

Back outside his room, Draco pushed open the door. He had expected to see Kerkera up and alert, doing something in the corner. But instead he found her lying on top of his silk quilt, fast asleep. Her hair was framing her head on the pillow, her eye tight shut and her mouth slightly open. Draco stared at her for a second. How dare she sleep without asking him!

"Hey!" he said walking over to her, "Wake up!"

Nothing,

"Hey!" he said, slightly loud, pushing on her arm, "I said wake up!"

Her eyelid fluttered, then she made a small sigh and then she rolled onto her side.

"Bloody hell," he sighed, sitting down on the bed, "She sleeps like a little kid!"

He watched her for some random reason, she seemed to be dreaming. He wondered vaguely if she was a virgin, but whipped that thought from his brain. Of course not! She was to…um…boisterous for her to be a virgin. He then saw in his mind then guy she had done it with, but instead saw her naked.

"Holy shit!" he cried as he slammed his hands to his face in self-disgust.

"Help…" said a very hushed voice from beside him. He turned to see Kerkera moaning, her hands held up to her face, which was scrunched up in fright. Her legs were locked together like they were bound there. She squirmed and writhed, as though she was trying to escape, "Help…" she moaned again. Draco stared at her not knowing what to do. She rolled over one way and then back again, moaning and making muffled noises. Her hands clenched, her bony knuckles digging into her face.

"Help!" she shouted, sitting upright, eyes wide open, sweat forming on her brow.

"Holy crap!" she jumped, noticing Draco staring at her, "what were you doing there?"

"I was sitting, as it is may bed!" he said coldly, "Why were you asleep? You didn't ask!"

"I…I don't know," she said, sounding scared for the first time. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. Draco stared at her some more. The silence was broken by Kerkera stomach. It gave a loud rumble. Kerkera blushed. The dream must have been scarier than it had looked for she suddenly seemed small and shy. Draco felt a minor sting of guilt for not bringing her some breakfast.

"You hungry?" he said shortly standing up.

"Yeah," she said breathily, "I can't remember when I last ate,"

Draco raised an eyebrow,

"No really I can't!" insisted Kerkera, looking out the window, "it just seems like I haven't had time to…think about eating…I guess,"

"I'll go get a house elf to fetch you something." He said, trying to sound bored.

"Thanks," she said, watching the snow fall outside.

After about five minutes Kerkera sat on Draco's bed, quietly munching on an apple. Draco was at his desk, doing some Defence against the Dark Arts homework.

"I don't get a word of this!" he shouted, throwing down his quill.

"What's up?" asked Kerkera, walking over.

"I have to write about how to catch pixies and how and where you have to extract their magic from for defence against which hexes and how they work." He looked at her, then decided that he was being to polite, "Not that you can help. You can't even read or write, that's sooo pathetic!"

"Not like you can talk!" she said coolly, "this is sooo basic! Look, just copy down what I tell you!"

She gave him a long and very detailed explanation, which he then copied onto the parchment.

"How'd you know that?" he asked, having filled up the whole page.

"I've had to use that on lots of occasions. When you've lived my life, you realize just how important it is to know how to use the nature at hand."

"Right…" Draco sighed, not really taking in what she'd said. "I don't suppose you know anything about herbs?"

"You want me to help you with that too?"

"Yeah…not help, I mean…"

"Come here, what's the question?"

They spent the rest of the morning sorting through the mounds of homework that he had. By the end, Draco's hand hurt due to the large amounts of writing he had done. Kerkera, however, looked very calm and relaxed as though that had been to easy.

"How old are you?" asked Draco, stuffing the parchment into his bag.

"Fourteen…yeah." She said, picking up some spare parchment and stuffing it in a drawer.

"Really?" gawped Draco. She was so tall, and so mature. Draco was about six foot three, and so she must be at least five eight.

"What?"

"How come you know so much?"

"I told you," she said flopping down on the bed.

"Where do you come fro-,"

"Just drop it Draco!" she snapped.

Draco glared at her, then slumped in the chair by the fireplace. Kerkera was making the bed, her long fingers gently brushing the quilt in an attempt to straighten them. She was still wearing the torn top and sorts she had worn when they had first met. Draco was calmed to see she wasn't carrying her sword.

"Draaacoooo!" came a shrill voice from the other side of the door.

"Oh crap!" he hissed, jumping up and pushing Kerkera under the bed.

"What the-," she started as she was chucked under the bed.

"Stay here!" he ordered, turning to the door. Kerkera watched through the black iron framework of the bed as Draco opened the door. Pansy was standing there looked flustered.

"Well!" she snapped, marching into the room and standing in front of the fireplace "What have I done to you Draco?"

"What are you talking about woman?" Draco asked, slamming the door shut and turning to face her.

This is going to be interesting, thought Kerkera, magicing up a bag of popcorn and settling down to watch, as though she was at the movies.

"You hardly talk to me anymore! You never seem to be around! It's like you find me annoying and difficult! You never tell me I'm cute, like you used to" Kerkera mimed being sick "why? I am just as good-looking as I was last week!"

"Of…course you are," smiled Draco, wishing she would just leave, "It's just that I…I've been really busy," he started to walk towards her, trying to put off an argument. If he lost Pansy as a follower then his place as Prince of Slytherin would be lost. Even though she was very annoying, Draco knew he had to make her feel loved…for some reason.

"Really?" asked Pansy, placing her hands on his hard chest, "So…I'm still the only one?"

"Yes…dear," he said through gritted teeth, "Now I'm sure that you girly friends are waiting for yo-," but he was cut off when Pansy pushed her mouth across his. Kerkera stared at them, feeling her stomach turn.

"Pansy, you can't keep them waiting," said Draco in a cold voice, as though nothing happened.

"You're right," sighed Pansy, "Don't be a stranger Draco," she whispered in his ear, as she left the room.

"Finally," sighed Draco, as Kerkera crawled out from under the bed, "Why does she always throw herself on me? Bitch. And is that popcorn?"

"Yeah, it's like the only food I can magic up!" smiled Kerkera,

"Then why didn't you just do that for breakfast?" asked Draco, getting annoyed by everything,

"I just wanted to see someone running around after me, it's not often that happens!"

"Yeah, yeah," muttered Draco, not listening, "Why do girls like making things difficult?"

"I'm sorry, I am I being difficult?" said Kerkera, moodily.

"Yeah," snorted Draco,

"Well, guys aren't much better," said Kerkera,

"Oh really," smirked Draco, standing up and walking to her, "Why do you say that?" He pushed her onto the bed, standing in front of her.

"Because you all think you can get away with anything," smiled Kerkera, reaching up to push him away,

"Now that's where I'm different," he said, grabbed her bony wrist and pressing her hand against his mouth,

"Really?" said Kerkera, trying to free herself,

"Yeah," he said straddling her, "Cos I know I can get away with anything, especially with dirt like you,"

"Dirt?" she retorted trying to knee him like before, but he had placed himself where she couldn't reach him, "Since when was I dirty?"

"You are rude, indecent, stuck up and you have a massive ego," sneered Draco, "And you have some spots on you forehead,"

"So," she shouted, clamping her hand to her head, "If I'm all those things, why the hell are you on top of me?"

"Because I want to be," he hissed in her ear, "And you will let me, or else there'll be trouble, got it,"

"No," she hissed, grabbing his sides and flipping him over her head, "It's not," she back rolled onto his stomach and pinned him down, "I will not have my first time with someone who thinks I'm dirt,"

"First time?" said Draco, surprised.

"Yeah," she said, wondering how he could be surprised, "I'm fourteen. Well, almost fifteen."

Draco stared at her for a moment then flipped her off him and headed off to lunch, leaving Kerkera on the bed.

Author's note; Hiya! What do ya think? Oh, Mierin Eronaile, Kerkera doesn't come from the Potter world, so the rules don't apply to her. Yes she does have something about her that makes people act differently and also, who here doesn't think that Draco is sexy? Please go easy on me, as this is my first fanfic. Thanks to everyone who gave good reviews!