Author's Note: Chapter 5, so soon! I really hope you enjoy it. Thank you all for reviewing!

Chapter 5

Recently, Draco was hating everything.

And everyone.

Including his father.

And as always, Potter. Could never forget Potter.

…did we forget to mention his father? Not like Draco was gonna actually admit it to anyone, but Daddy wasn't playing fair lately. Not only had he pulled his son's spending account at Gringotts, but had also kicked up quite a fuss over the motorbike, Draco's pride and joy. At least, it was right now his favorite thing. Right up there with hating Potter. And muggles. And that stupid Granger, who had left a slight scar under his eye with her stupid left hook some three odd years ago. It hadn't faded, and Draco was planning his revenge. Still.

Or, at least he was going to. Soon. Sometime.

Between hating his father and all. "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid," he chanted to himself, sucking down the rest of his cigarette. Smoking was also stupid. But, it was one stupid Draco didn't mind. He had picked up the habit over the summer, along with the motorbike, all black and chrome and beautiful. His parents hated it and forbid him from keeping it on their Manor. It was mudblood grime they said.

Draco had to admit, he probably never would have touched the motorbike in the first place if his mother hadn't been so disgusted by the thought of it. Apparently that traitor Black had owned one. Not that Draco cared much for him, but a motorbike had been a brilliant idea.

But, it was still missing something.

Magic. Hence why Draco was out here in the first place. The bike was missing magic. What he wanted to do to it, he wasn't quite sure. Maybe make it run over Potter. But, that would be a waste of one perfectly good bike, and not to mention he was sure Potter blood was downright toxic. He was sure Potter himself was pretty toxic-just look at the rubbish he drew in around him.

Speaking of rubbish, that stupid Granger girl was making her way across the lawn, a shorter, brown haired girl in tow. Draco, partially hidden by the bushes, sneered in disgust. For the love of…they were freakin' multiplying. And they were pretty far from the school anyway--was no where Potter Rubbish or Muggle free for him? Apparently not.

"And this is the lake," Granger was saying, "It's inhabited by a clan of mermaids, as well as a giant squid, and according to Hogwarts: A Histor--" she kept going, but Draco wasn't listening anymore. Nor was he really planning his escape. In fact, he was lighting up another cigarette as he ambled closer to the water's edge.

Bloody mudblood, he muttered to himself. Granger was pointing to something in the distance while the other girl nodded her head in awe. She looked about as dense as Weasley. ...no, wait, scratch that. Denser than, maybe. Downright stupid. Wow...he had a theme going here, didn't he?

"Malfoy!"

Damnit.

"Wait here, Lorelie." Hermione said, a pained smile on her face. "Malfoy, do you have permission to be out here?"

Draco flashed the silvery prefect badge on his robes—she didn't warrant an answer--and turned around.

Hermione turned back to Lorelie. "That's Malfoy. He's been a nasty, spoiled git from the first day I met him."

"He doesn't look--Oh my god!" Lorelie gasped. A slimy pink tendril had snaked its way from the water's edge and crepted toward the receding blonde.

"Malfoy!" Hermione shouted urgently. She raced toward him, but her foot caught under a stone and she tumbled to the ground. There was a sickening thud as her head hit the ground, and Lorelie flinched.

Meanwhile, Draco had finally noticed the tentacle, but it was too late. It had wrapped around his ankle and slowly dragged him toward the water. Lorelie froze. What could she do…hadn't Hermione said the squid was harmless..but it…

Suddenly, Lorelie felt a force pushing her forward, like a wave had scooped her up and driven her toward the boy. She raced to the water where the boy was being dragged.

"Hold on!" She shouted, pulling out her wand.

"Oh bloody hell!" Draco muttered, grasping at the slimy tentacle around his ankle. He pulled and yanked at it, but it grew tighter, and soon Draco realized just how dangerous a predicament he was in. It dragged him into the water and Dracostruggled to grab on to something, anything. Meanwhile, Lorelie shouted every spell she could remember, but they did nothing to stop the squid. Her jeans were soaked, and the cold water seeped into her shoes as she splashed next to the blonde boy.

Suddenly, Lorelie felt a wave pushing her again and her hands lifted without her control. Blue light filled her palms and her vision became filled with bright, white light. A voice whispered, a woman. She called to her in a language Lorelie couldn't understand. And then everything went black.