Draco was staring, it had become a habit of his. He had been in New York for a month with only hints of Cho Chang. He knew she was here, knew that she was hiding out among all these people. He was walking down the street late one night when he spotted an open window, he looked up and suddenly he was staring at the naked ivory white body of Cho Chang herself. Her beauty was so striking, so unique that he could spot her anywhere. She was humming to herself as she slowly dressed herself, not even realizing her window was open. He moved back, knowing she had put wards up to warn her if he was near. It was how she had escaped him so many times before. How he could barely sense, run after her and then she was gone just like that. He couldn't help but admire her skill along with her alluring beauty. She also possessed an exquisite voice, he had a crush on her back in school, the same as everyone else.

"Beautiful, isn't she? She's pretty good in bed to," a rough irish voice called, Draco looked over and there was Oliver Wood leaning against a lamp post, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk lighting up his features.

"How?" Draco trailed off.

"None of Harry Potter's generals are entirely human Malfoy," Wood commented. "It's why we were picked from an early age to protect and help out the boy. I'm what you would call a half Tuatha de Dannan, an ancient celtic race that came from the ancient lands. They weren't human at all but loved them just the same. When they returned to their homeland, some stayed behind to raise their families. They're immortal you know…I suspect I will live another two hundred or so years since I'm only a quarter Dannan," he explained.

"You can't kill me that easily mate," he clapped Draco on his shoulder. "But you almost succeeded, I also suspect you're not entirely human yourself but we'll leave that conversation for later," Wood looked to Cho who was still acting oblivious to them.

"But I saw you…" Draco asked, amazed.

"Yes, you saw me disintegrate into ashes, you almost killed me, I'll give you that but you were trying to kill me as a human, not as a magical creature. You disintegrated a shadow made out of air that I controlled for my own safety. Voldemort thinks me dead and all the better, that way you don't have to truly kill me to save your own skin. I gave you the easiest way out," Wood explained, suddenly it hit Draco.

"Why isn't your accent as thick as it usually is?" He asked the other, Wood chuckled.

"The creatures I control come from deep inside of me so it stands to reason that they would pick up on my true heritage and reflect that. I grew out of my thick irish accent a while back. Yes, it's still there just not as bad," Wood answered.

"What about her?" Draco looked towards Cho.

"She was waiting for me to arrive before revealing herself to you. I expect you'll get a pretty good fight out of her to. We're actually using you if you haven't noticed Malfoy. We want you to 'kill' us so we can trick Voldemort into thinking we're all dead. That'll make it easier for us to infiltrate his circle and then destroy him from the inside out and getting you on our side is an added bonus," Oliver gestured to the other.

"You were testing me before, to see what I'm truly capable of and to see how truly evil I am," Draco mused, realization dawning on him, Wood nodded sagely.

"You're finally getting it, so go ahead…she's waiting for you mate," Wood pointed his head to the open window. He looked over and noticed Cho was fully dressed now. She looked absolutely gorgeous in deep crimson. He crossed the street and up the stairs to the door then up to her flat. He had a feeling this was going to be interesting. He opened the door slowly, his wand out and ready for anything.

"So I said to him that I wasn't going to take his crap and he had the nerve to shove the coffee back at me and crossed his arms…oh you should have seen him Ginny, you would have loved hexing him into the dark ages," Cho's melodious London accent flowed through the apartment. He got so tired of the New Yorker accent that when he finally heard someone speaking exactly like him it was like music to his ears.

"Cho Chang," Draco leaned against the open door way and crossed his arms. Cho appeared in one the other door ways, a contraption held up to her ear.

"Oh Draco darling, I'll get to you in a moment. Make yourself at home while I finish talking to Gin," Cho disappeared again, Draco narrowed his eyes. This was ridiculous, he wasn't about to made a fool of by a bunch of half breeds that thought they were high and magical just because they weren't fully human well he'd show them how not very human he could be also. He stormed into the room and grabbed Cho by her upper arms, whipping her around.

"Hey…I'm going to have to call you back…" she murmured into the box attached to her ear. "No…don't you worry," she punched a button on it, it beeped and then she dropped it.

"What are you?" She breathed, staring up into his eyes, a fascinated look scrawled on her beautiful features.

"You're so naïve," he growled and threw her across the room, she slammed into the wall, cracks crawled around the place she had impacted.

"So, what are you going to do? Stand there and let me kill you so you can go running back to Potter?" Draco snarled, she slowly pushed herself away from the wall, slightly stumbling. He had time to admire her outfit up close. A soft dark crimson long skirt that hugged her shapely curves and flared out around her calves, ending just barely above the floor, she also wore a well-made brocade matching corset that pushed up her ivory breasts and showed off the expensive ruby pillowed there. Her long raven black hair was pulled up in a high knot and cascaded in soft curls down her back with smaller ones framing her oval face. She held a hand up to her temple before opening her deep blue eyes to stare darkly at him.

"Not if I can kill you first," she stated, her wand materializing in her hand. "You're going to love the way I kill you. With pain and torture. Trust me, it won't be any different from the sick, sad treatment you've received from your 'master'. You're finished," she hissed, her wand raising, Draco dodged the blast but just barely. He could feel the immense magic as it past him, he knew if hit he would be feeling it for a long time after even if he did manage to block it. He had to think of something, then an idea clicked just as she sent another hex at him. He lunged forward and tackled her, knocking her wand out of her slim hand as they collapsed to the floor.

"Let's see you kill me now," He smirked down on her triumphantly. A distinctly cat like noise, like that low growl a panther makes right when you know he's really angry came from deep inside her throat.

"Oh shit," Draco murmured, realizing getting close to her would just enable her sudden claws access to him. He rolled over and snapped his feet out, slamming her up against the wall, she landed of course on her feet and hands, hissing at him.

"Not so tough now, huh?" She told him, slowly raising up to onto her feet, her half-formed claws at the ready. He had time to reach for his wand and shout one curse before she realized she also didn't have her wand and that she was too far away to reach him. She shrieked, realizing she was burning up from the inside out. He slowly got up as she went up in a poof of smoke and ash. He then looked out the window and noticed two figures walking down the alley opposite the window, he narrowed his eyes, wondering what the good side was up to.

TBC