Disclaimer; You know! Hp and all that! Oh but I do own Kerkera, so if you want to use her, just ask! But she is mine! I came back! Thanks to Catwoman13! Please forgive me! Thank you sooo much for being so nice! Here you go!

Draco was fuming for the whole day. Kerkera had pissed him off! But the problem was, Malfoy's always get what they want. Kerkera had a lot to learn.

"No one says no to me!" he growled, as he stared into the fire in the common room. Kerkera was so…she was just… Draco couldn't put his finger on it. Whenever anyone was around her they seemed to act…differently. Draco had noticed it in himself. He would never act so…yet again words are lost to him. What was with that girl? Where did she come from, and…why had Snape just passed her to him? Wouldn't he of just passed her straight to Dumbledore? Draco was Head boy but that didn't explain it enough.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" he hissed, pushing himself back into his chair.

"Wow, Draco what's up mate?"

He turned round in his seat to face Zabini.

"What makes you think that something's wrong?" he snapped.

"That," said Zabini simply, "come on mate. What's wrong? You look very…not you."

"Oh, thanks!" he said sarcastically, but when Zabini continued to stare at him he gave up, "It's Ker- the girl."

"What? Did she reject you?" laughed Zabini,

"What makes you think I wanna go out with dirt like that?" snarled Draco.

"Oh I dunno, she's kinda cute," smiled Zabini. Draco stared up at him.

"What?"

"Well, she is. And I'd of thought that she was your type,"

"My type?" sneered Draco.

"Yeah you know," said Zabini, sitting in front of the fire, "Now how can I put he in two words? Umm…she's fiery and…spunky!"

Draco snorted.

"What?" said Zabini, looked slightly offended.

"Spunky!" sneered Draco, "Since when was that a word? Spunky?"

"Where is she anyway?" said Zabini, trying to get off the spunky subject.

"She's in my room, where else?" sighed Draco, relaxing back into his seat.

"Well, we're the only people here this year," said Zabini, "In Slytherin I mean."

"And?"

"She can come out of your room can't she?" said Zabini, "Unless, you're keeping her to yourself?"

"No! Fine, I'll go get her."

Kerkera threw another punch, and another. Then she swung her leg around to deliver a powerful kick. Then back flipping she pulled her sword out of thin air. Slash, the sword cut through the air.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Kerkera turned towards the door. Draco had opened it, but to avoid the death sword, had thrown himself against the opposite corridor wall.

"Draco this room is pathetic! How I'm I meant to practice when there's no punch bag or any space?" sighed Kerkera, tucking the sword into her belt.

"Well, I'm sorry! But I don't normally leap about the room with a sword like an out of control maniac. But I will fix that for you!" he yelled, sarcasm dripping in his every word.

"I am in perfect control!" said an offended Kerkera, "Look,"

Suddenly she ran at Draco, sword flying around her head. She turned her blade towards Draco, who had frozen, not knowing what to do. As she brought the blade down toward his head, Draco reached for his wand. But instantly the sword stopped, perfectly still.

"See, perfect cont-,"

"Expelliarmus!"

Kerkera flew backwards and hit the wall.

"What's going on?" came a shout from down the corridor.

"Zabini, she attacked me!" shouted Draco, still pointing his wand at the girl who was crumpled on the floor, as Zabini appeared in the doorway.

"What?" but then he spotted the sword, "Wow. How-,"

But he was cut off by a noise that came from the ground. Both he and Draco turned to look at Kerkera.

"Umm…is she ok?" asked Zabini, taking a step towards her. Draco threw out an arm to stop him.

"Wait," he whispered. He looked at her. She was shaking, her eyes tightly closed.

"No…stop…it wasn't…what do you want?" she was mumbling.

"Umm…" said Draco, not knowing what to do. "Get up!" he ordered, trying to act nonchalant.

"I…I…didn't mean to, please…no,"

"Get up!"

"I…please…NO!" She shouted. She sat up suddenly, cold sweat forming on her forehead. She looked at Draco and grabbed his arm.

"Don't let him get me," she whispered, hugging his arm.

"Ok, this is a little out of character," said Draco as she shook against his arm. "Let go!"

"Why did you attack me!" she shouted suddenly pushing him away.

"What!" shouted Draco, falling onto Blaise, "You attacked me!"

"No I didn't! I was showing you how controlled I was! You didn't have to expel- or whatever you did!"

"Control?" shouted Draco, "you could've killed me!"

"But, I didn't!"

"Blaise, you make sure she doesn't go wild whilst I just go freshen up. Today has been stressful enough. I need a shower!"

"Why me?"

"The whole of Slytherin has gone home and whilst I'm showering you will watch her."

"Fine," said Blaise, slumping on the bed as Draco shut the door.

After a few minutes Kerkera spoke.

"Maybe I'm just not built for people,"

Blaise looked at her. She was lying in front of the fire, watching the flames dance in the grate.

"All I ever seem to do is hurt people."

"Where do you come from?" asked Blaise. After a moment of silence, Kerkera answered the most asked question.

"The wild," she whispered. "I've been running all over Europe, trying to get away. I lived in the mountains, I ran over the landscape. I lived in caves were I learnt survival skills. Some of the people I met think I must be a black belt in fighting. But I never took lessons. This man I met once taught me. His name was Draco, but he has no connection with Draco Malfoy. I met him when I was…about eight. I had been running away from the man who killed my parents. Draco took me in, and asked very few questions. Over time, I told him things, he told me things. He taught me power to fight and control certain powers of the elements." Kerkera smiled with pride for her master, "I am sure he can kill anyone. That was why I stayed with him. He cared for me like I was his daughter. I learnt all the things I need to know and more. But I never could get along with people. I shut myself away."

Blaise looked at her. So most of her confidence was fake, or halfhearted.

"You know," he said, suddenly overcome by wisdom, "You may be a black belt in fighting, but I'm guessing you're still a white belt in people skills. I bet you could smash that table over there with your bare hands. But I also know you could punch it and nothing would happen, except a broken hand. But that's because you've had training. You've been trained to control your strength and movement. But, you've spent all you life hiding away, limiting yourself to people. That shows you lack experience you lack the training. You need to surround yourself with others. Getting to know someone, you take a chance of getting hurt, or hurting them, but that's how we learn. Because, one day, there will be someone who truly wants to be your friend. But if you don't train yourself up for that day, it will come and you won't know what to do. Because no one is born social, or kind. We have to work at it, until one day, we can be truly ready for someone to say that they love you, that they want to be with you. Even if you can't see it yourself, Kerkera, someone will want to be with you."

"Yeah right," sighed Kerkera, "That'll never happen,"

"Never say never," Smiled Blaise, "But seriously," he said, dropping to the floor next to her, "There will come a day when someone will want to be with you. You just need to control yourself."

"Wow Blaise, that was…the best thing…I've ever…" but she was asleep before she could finish.

"Impressive Blaise," said a voice.

"Draco," he sighed turning round, "That was the quickest shower ever!"

"Oh, I was just wondering if she would tell you something she wouldn't tell me." He said coolly, "and I was right, wasn't I?"

A/N So? How was that chapter? I hope the advice part was helpful. I was really trying to use my brain to write that large amount of advice. Please review!