Chapter One: Premier Amour

"As I looked at the sky in the dazzling rays from the sun
I felt just then a small premonition of something new to come."

-Malice Mizer"Premier Amour"


Author Note: We do not own Harry Potter nor do we own any of the characters. We do, however, completely own the ideas used in this story and Arathelia and Yumi. They are the creations solely of our demented minds...Comments, good or bad are always welcome. We love getting any suggestions and hearing your opinions. Constructive Critisism is alawys welcome...and yes, I am very aware that my tabbing and junk is off but that is our computer's fault, not mine. It is very possible that there are some grammar and spelling errors, but hey, we are only human afterall!

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"Yeah, Fourth year at Hogwarts was such a living Hell!" A girl with long brown hair shouted vehemently.

"Oh, shut up! You loved it! Don't deny it!" A girl standing beside the first replied, her startling red hair making her stand out in any crowd. The two girls, now in their Fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood in the Great Hall awaiting for the feast to begin. What better way to pass the time by reminiscing about their best year so far at the school?


It was the last week of the girls' fourth year and it was time for proper revenge against certain people. Being a Slytherin, Arathelia interacted with Draco Malfoy, a self proclaimed playboy, nearly every waking second. She hated his cat calls and pompous nature. What better way to bring the Peroxide Prince to his knees than by squashing his ego? Or at least that is what she thought. Yumi on the other hand, being a good little Gryffindor, had no part in this plan…at least not directly. She had gone through her life at Hogwarts without once meeting the famed Boy Wonder Potter, or as Arathelia nicely put it, Potty.

"Hey Ron, Hermione. What's up?" The brunette, Yumi, said cheerfully as she took her usual seat beside them in the Great Hall. Yumi, being a transfer with her friend Ara, had not experienced first year with her house mates. For being a transfer, she had gotten to know Ron and Hermione quite well, but for some reason, she had never stumbled upon the third of their trio. She always missed him in the halls or they had plans on the days their mutual friends arranged for them to meet. Being different in Hogwarts was not something one would welcome. From what she heard about Ron and Hermione's friend, he was what legend called 'the boy who lived', Lord Voldemort's arch enemy. Of course, being her bubbly self, Yumi paid no mind to the stories drifting around about the boy were. Hey, what did she care if he had a lightning bolt scar on his forehead? She herself had complete control over water, just as Arathelia had control over fire. If a simple scar made you a social outcast, she was not about to broadcast her quirks to anybody.

"Oh, hey Yumi," Hermione replies kindly as Yumi made room for herself at the crowded Gryffindor table.

"I see you still haven't met Harry yet. I just don't understand how you haven't met him even once after all the years you have been here…"

"No way! I avoid male contact. You should know that! Everyone says he is nice, but c'mon, Hermy, he is a guy!" Once more, Yumi was expressing her hatred toward the male gender. No one knew why, hell, not even she truly knew why, but she hated them with an undisguised passion.

"Hey!" Ron chimed in, huffing at Yumi. She blushed, realizing that Ron was in fact a guy. He was one of the few exceptions, though.

"Harry! Long time no see. You have been at Quidditch practice all week, mate!" Ron said, looking slightly over Yumi's head. Seeing that he was looking at someone behind her, Yumi turned in her seat. Startling green eyes overcast with messy black hair met her own cerulean ones. She responded immediately by glaring at the newcomer. He merely smiled at her look, outraging Yumi even further. She rolled her eyes and turned away, gathering her few possessions and storming out of the Great Hall, leaving Hermione and Ron to watch her retreating form, utterly confused about what had just occurred.


"Hey! Hey, Arathelia, over here!" The Peroxide Prince called, sauntering over to her table, a cross look on his pale face.

"What can I help you with, Malfoy?" Arathelia sneered. She wanted to be left alone, to be able to lose herself in her thoughts.

"Awww, you have reverted back to calling me by my surname, my succulent Ara?" He teased weakly. He was attempting to gain trust and kindness from Ara, most likely to pull a prank on her. Of course, Ara trusted no one, at least for a continuous time period, anyway. With no obvious response from his prey, his mask shattered, revealing a furious Draco Malfoy in its wake.

"You may have humiliated me last year, Ara, but trust me on this, I will get you back for it. No one humiliates a Malfoy." He hissed softly, trying to sound menacing.

"If you are trying to scare me, you failed utterly because every time you talk, all I hear is water balloons hitting you." With that, she rolled her eyes and returned to work, leaving a very red faced Draco at her back.


Back at the Gryffindor common room, everyone was preparing for bed. After about an hour of tossing and turning, attempting to find a comfortable spot on the bed, Yumi got out of her red four poster bed and got dressed, preparing for a little bit of exploring. Wandering about the cold, dark corridors, she immediately spotted a room with a light on inside. Trying to ignore the thought-provoking light, she attempted to quickly pass it by, failing herself utterly. Her feet stopped on their own accord in front of the lit doorway. Inside, she saw what could only be Harry Potter. She had seen him occasionally with Ron or Hermione enough times to recognize him, but she had never spoken to him in person. Other than herself or Ara, she had never come across any other students wandering the halls this late at night.

'Harry Potter, the boy who the rumors say attracts danger like a magnet, Wouldn't you think he would be asleep at this time of night? Especially since the reason I have never met him face to face is because he is so busy during the day. You'd think he would need his sleep.' Yumi thought suspiciously to herself. Swiftly dashing past the open door, trying not to be noticed, Yumi couldn't help but gasp at the sight she had seen. Out of the corner of her eye she saw what looked like a girl tied up. Peaking her head into the doorway, she saw what indeed was a girl, a small innocent looking Hufflepuff girl, tied up on the floor, a blindfold covering her eyes, and a gag over her mouth.

"Now we will have some fun!" Harry said from above the shaking girl, a smirk forming on his lips. Yumi gasped audibly, drawing the attention of the messy-haired young man. Quickly gathering her wits, she turned to run away from the young man. Before she could even reach the end of the corridor, he had closed the door behind him, locked it, and proceeded to chase her. It didn't take him long to corner her, being that his legs were longer and he was far more athletic than she was. Closing in on her, he said softly,

"So, what should I do with you now? After all, you have seen my special room, so I can't just let you go."

"I knew it! I knew you were just like every other guy I've ever met here!" She nearly screamed in rage, but at the last minute she held her voice in check, remembering that she was in fact in the school hallway.

Harry remained silent, pushing Yumi's back against the wall, his hands gripping her arms harmlessly above her head. She closed her eyes, using all of strength to break away from his grip. Harry trailed his warm breath down her neck, testing her reaction. Repositioning her arms, he switched his grip so he was just holding her arms with one hand, his other now positioned on her waist. He gently massaged her skin in attempt to comfort her, asking for entrance into her shirt. Yumi snapped her eyes open, as if waking up from a type of trance.

"NO!" She yelled, not even bothering to keep her voice down. Surprisingly, Harry let go off her arms and moved back, a smirk on his perfect features, his emerald eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Fine, I guess I'll play along for now…Who knows? It might actually be a bit fun. I can't wait for you to see what I have in store for you." Barely listening to him, Yumi took off. She was so shaken she had completely forgotten the little Hufflepuff girl. In fact, she was so shell-shocked that the only thing running through her mind was to get back to the safety of her dorm room. And although he had pledged to get her back, Yumi had successfully avoided the boy wonder the remaining days of their fourth year.