The train let out a long slow whistle when it arrived at Hogwarts later that night.
"Wake up," Draco whispered in Allison's ear. Her head was tilted against the wall of the compartment, asleep, while Draco and Hermione sat awkwardly neither of them talking. Alli opened her eyes.
"What's up?" she asked.
"We're here," Hermione said gathering her things. Alli groaned.
"I want to sleep," she muttered.
"C'mon. I'll help you stand," Draco laughed helping her up. Alli smiled. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Drop the charm, Malfoy, for all of our sakes," Hermione told him. Malfoy ignored her. Everyone filed out of the train. Tiny first years walked around confused.
"Firs' years over here!" Hagrid, the half-giant Hogwarts gamekeeper, called.
"I'll see you in the Great Hall. There's something I need to take care of," Alli told Malfoy. She spied Professor McGonagall and pushed past the crowd.
"I see you've made it here in one piece," McGonagall observed.
"Yes, Professor," Alli smiled.
"Very well, Miss Potter; follow me."
Alli followed McGonagall into the castle where the Headmaster was standing by the Grand Staircase awaiting the students.
"Ah, Miss Potter," Dumbledore greeted her.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore. It's nice to see you again," Alli smiled.
"We're so glad to have you with us. How was your trip?"
"Doable."
"Wonderful, wonderful. Would you accompany me into the Great Hall for a moment, Allison?"
"I'll see you tomorrow in class, Professor," Alli smiled at McGonagall. McGonagall nodded and retreated to the doors.
"I have a feeling, Miss Potter, that you may get some attention while you are here," Dumbledore explained to Alli. "Some wanted and some unwanted." He looked down at her through his half-moon spectacles. Alli acknowledged him to go on. "Nevertheless, you will be sorted tonight and you will attend class tomorrow. Whether or not you feel the need to explain your past is up to you, not I or anyone else. But I warn you, do keep an eye out for anything suspicious. I took you from Grimmauld Place to keep you safe. As you know, I no longer trust Professor Snape for he has had reason to be associated with that of Lord Voldemort. I have no knowledge of what Lord Voldemort knows, but if you see anything. I want you to report it to one of our trusted professors."
"I understand, Professor," Alli said.
"Is there anything you wish to tell me, Allison?" Dumbledore asked. There was an odd feeling of déjà vu to this that Alli could not pinpoint. She thought back to her nightmares that she and Harry had shared.
"No, sir; nothing," Alli lied. Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well."
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"Farrah Miller!" Professor McGonagall called. A young witch with brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles sat down on the stood. McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Ravenclaw!"
"Courtney Hill!"
"Mmm…Hufflepuff!"
"Carlos Hernandez!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Allison Potter!" McGonagall called. Alli ignored the whispers beside her.
"Allison Potter? Like Harry Potter?"
"She does look kind of like him."
"She's too old to be a first year."
Alli walked carefully up the two stairs to the platform and sat uncomfortably on the tiny stool. It rocked back and forth under her weight. McGonagall touched the hat to Alli's head.
"Another Potter?!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed. "Mmm, very well. This one is different. I see great power in you. Very smart, too. You're brave and loyal. Oh, yes, loyal. But there is more, a hidden darkness. Yes, and just to be safe…SLYTHERIN!"
Alli smirked. She caught Draco's eye from across the hall, a wicked secretive smile plastered across his face. She went over to the Slytherin table to sit by him.
"Ugh, that was horrifying," Alli complained.
"I thought it was funny," Draco smiled. Someone behind Alli cleared their throat. Alli turned around. A girl with long blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes stood there with her arms folded.
"You're in my seat, bitch," the girl snapped.
"Leave it alone, Pansy," Draco told her. "This is Pansy Parkinson, Alli."
"Oh yes, I've heard of you," Alli smirked. Pansy raised a nasty eyebrow. "You're that girl that dropped out last year and got sent to rehab!" Pansy flicked out her wand.
"Hey, whoa, guys," Draco said putting his palm to the end of Pansy's wand. Alli sneered at her. "Alli," Draco scolded. "Pansy, you can sit across from me, okay?"
"Humph," Pansy snorted. She turned on her heel and head around the table.
"Does she always walk with her nose in the air?" Alli observed.
"Hey, you don't need to be such a bitch, okay. Chill," Draco said coldly. Pansy sat down across from Draco. She grabbed his hands that were folded on the table and laced them with her own fingers.
"So, baby, how'd the rest of your summer go? You seemed a little shaken up before you left," Pansy told him. Alli narrowed her eyebrows and listened in.
"I had some…business to attend to," Draco said distantly. He rubbed his arm.
"Well, I missed you. Why didn't you answer any of my letters?"
"I was busy," Draco said.
"So busy that you couldn't send me a reply?"
"Just drop it, Pansy," Draco said glancing at Alli.
"Well, how about you make it up to me then, huh?" Pansy asked.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked shooting his eyes back to Pansy. Pansy leaned over and whispered in Draco's ear. Alli managed to catch the drift of what she said.
"Tonight at 1 am in the common room and we'll renew a little of that summer fun," Pansy whispered. Draco smirked. Alli had a feeling he was going to go through with it, too. Pansy smiled, happy to have Draco back on her side instead of Alli's. Alli shot Draco a glare. After a silent dinner, Alli followed the Slytherin crowd to the common room deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, Malfoy?" Alli snapped grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him into a corner of the common room. "What the fuck?!"
"What?" Malfoy said innocently.
"You sit here and make out with me on the whole train ride here and then just turn on me to go sleep with some other girl?" Alli asked.
"Let me explain," Malfoy offered.
"Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe I should just stay away from you."
"Alli, listen, don't…" Alli had begun to walk away, but Draco grabbed her arm and twisted her around to face him.
"Pansy was a summer fling, okay? It had already faded by the time I met you, I promise."
"Then why'd you agree to her for tonight, huh?"
"I…" Malfoy started, but then he realized he had no way to cover it and he stayed silent.
"Just what I thought," Alli said. She brushed past him and stomped up to her dorm. Malfoy leaned against the stone cold wall and sighed, angrily.
"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" Pansy asked coming up to him.
"Nothing."
"Are you still doing me tonight?" Pansy asked hopefully.
"I don't know right now, okay."
Pansy sighed.
"Draco!" she whined. "What's wrong? Come on, you can tell me! You tell me everything."
"I do not tell you everything, Pansy. If you knew everything about me then you would know by now that it's over between us if you call what we had over summer anything at all," Malfoy said coldly. Pansy's heart dropped. Malfoy started to walk away.
"Well… then would it help to tell you that I'm pregnant?" Pansy said. Malfoy stopped and turned around.
"You…you're pregnant?" Malfoy muttered. Pansy smiled and immediately Malfoy knew that she was faking. "Stop lying, Pansy. Nothing you say right now is going to make me want you back."
"What about something I do?" Pansy muttered. She unbuttoned the first button on her shirt revealing more cleavage than was necessary. Malfoy was silent. He glanced behind him. The common room was unoccupied except for two girls making out on the couch. When he turned back to Pansy, her white blouse hung open. "I'm all ready for you, Malfoy," Pansy whispered getting her face close to his. She kissed his lips seductively. Malfoy pushed her away. "Stop trying to resist, Draco. I know you want to." She kissed him again and Malfoy pushed her against the wall, his hands sliding up her sides, pulling down her shirt. It fell to the floor at his feet. "Let's go…to…your dorm," Pansy said between kisses.
"Mmm…here's fine," Malfoy muttered. He backed her up against the side of the couch, climbing over her, as she reclined back against it. He kicked off his shoes and tugged at her skirt. Pansy had just gotten his jeans unzipped and his shirt off when Professor Snape entered the common room.
"Draco," Pansy muttered worried. Draco moved his mouth down her neck and had his hands behind her back struggling to get her bra off.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape called. Draco ignored him finally succeeding in unhooking Pansy's bra.
"Draco…" Pansy whispered again.
"Mr. Malfoy!" Snape called again. He trudged over to the couch and pushed against Malfoy's shoulders forcing him to sit up. "15 points from Slytherin for not answering me when I called you and 30 points for disorderly sexual conduct for both of you," Snape growled. "Mr. Malfoy this is your 1st warning this year. Let's keep it that way and not follow in the same steps as you did last year." Malfoy shot Pansy an angry glare, grabbed his clothes, and went to the boy's dorm.