A/N: Ok so seeing that I got two whole reviews, I am writing another chapter. YAY MEGGY! Yeah but anyway, here it is. Oh and just so you know, Anna is in her seventh year now because I said so.

Chapter One

Anna held her head high as she walked gracefully across the platform. She inhaled the smoky air that came from the train that would lead her to school. She thought through her past six years at school. She had tormented so many children. Dated so many boys. And now she was Head Girl.

She placed a graceful hand over the pin that adorned her breast. She silver snake gleamed at her, congratulating her. She had made her father proud. The only setback would be that she had to share power with the head boy. She smiled down at her, now adult, cat and scratched under his chin.

"We did it, boy," She whispered to him through the cage he was held in. She stood and replaced her rare smiles with a trademark smirk and sauntered over to the train. She found her three Slytherin boys and they took her trunks. Kenneth, the fool, had failed his fifth year and was then in the same year as yours truly.

She greeted Crabb and Goyle with a nod and gave Kyle Zabini a light kiss on his cheek. Crabb and Goyle grabbed her trunk and put in the holding compartment. As she walked toward the entrance to the train, male eyes never left her. Her slender figure had been the object of affection since the day she stepped foot in the school. She was tall and thin with long strait platinum blond hair. She was fit and sleek, being the only girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team.

She smirked at all the male attention she knew she was receiving. She smiled a sparkling smile at her boyfriend and batted her eyelashes at him, causing jealous looks from masculine classmates.

Anna checked the large clock that hung over the platform sign, 10:50. "We have ten minutes before the meeting, Kyle dear." Zabini nodded. He was the male Slytherin Prefect.

She looked over her shoulder and winked at a Hufflepuff fifth year and smirked when he dropped his things. She floated forward and toward the back of the train and heard the unmistakable sound of flirting.

She held up her hand and the boys behind her stopped in their tracks. She slid open the compartment door and saw a black hair boy next to a red haired kid with freckles talking to a skinny blond who was giggling and flipping her hair like mad.

"Well, well, well," she drawled silkily, "just what do we have here?" The Potter boy turned his harsh glare toward her but, the younger Weasley boy blushed when she ran her eyes over him, "Potter, Weasley, and…" her eyebrows furred as she pondered the girl's name.

"Alexandra," she purred at James Potter.

Anna sneered and wagged her finger at the girl, "You poor, poor girl. Don't you know? They're gay! They went public last year!"

Roger Weasley gaped at the girl and then at Anna. James only shook his head, "Malfoy," he began calmly, "I'm not gay, but your two cronies are!"

Anna glanced over her shoulder at Crabb and Goyle, "That may or may not be true," she replied leaning against the frame of the door, "but they could still take you down in an instant." She looked at her watch suddenly, "Oh my! Dear Potter, shouldn't you be getting to the prefects meeting? Don't want me to dock points for your tardiness."

Potter smirked, "You can't. I'm Head Boy!"

She laughed quietly, "Oh, but I can, for I, am Head Girl. But, what else did you expect? I do have to best grades in the school." She chuckled at his shocked face and turned to walk away.

She walked up to the prefects' compartment to find that most of the students were already there. Only Kyle, Potter, and Herself weren't present. She sat in the head girls seat and waited until James started the meeting.

James leaned over and hissed in her ear, "Enjoying your new authority, Malfoy?"

She smirked and put her soft lips next to his ear lobe, "Of course, Potter, Aren't you?" Her warm breath covered the back of his neck and his hair stood on end, goose bumps covering his arms and neck.

The Gryffindor gave the prefects passwords and duties. Soon the meeting had come to an end and Anna was left alone with Kyle. They were attached at the mouth fairly quickly with hands feeling freely and gentle caresses as well. They had just seen each other yesterday, but they were kissing like it had been weeks.

After the train was put into motion, Anna and Kyle quickly became bored of their actions and settled down for the ride. Kyle was asleep with his head against the window, while Anna was leaning against him with Coal in her lap. He purred softly while she was petting him and talked with him. Saying soft words of comfort for the long ride that he hated making.

She sighed and looked at her ring finger. A large diamond adorned her hand and she frowned at it. She had been betrothed to marry Kyle Zabini. "Oh, Coal," she whispered, not wanting to awaken Kyle, "what am I going to do after graduation?"

He looked up at her with caring, sympathetic eyes and meowed softly in response. She smiled and patted his head. She knew all of his emotions simply because she was a cat animagus, illegal of course, but a cat nonetheless. No one knew, not even Kyle knew that secret, not even her father.

She wallowed in her self-pity until the soft swaying of the train and the purring of her cat lulled her into a contented sleep.

James Potter walked toward the prefects' compartment for some peace and quiet. He had been listening to Roger go on and on about that Alexandra girl. She really wasn't that pretty or nice or anything. Roger was three years younger than James and about five years dumber. James didn't mind his company, but sometimes, enough is enough.

He sighed and shook his head. Opening the door to the compartment he froze. There were Malfoy and Zabini cuddled up and sleeping. James held his breath and crept over to look at them. Zabini was tall and muscular with perfect features and hair. He had light eyes and tan skin. Perfect contrast.

Malfoy, on the other hand, had light hair, light eyes, and pale skin. It was creamy and smooth and looked very soft. He gazed over her blemish free face and couldn't help but smile at her sleeping form. She looked sweet and innocent while she slept. Of course he knew different.

He thought back to a time in fifth year. Malfoy had always been advanced. She knew spells and charms that not even most professors knew of. That could be because she read a lot, or because of her dark father. She cursed a seventh year boy because he had grabbed her butt in the hall. He had blisters and horns and cuts all over his body. It took the nurse weeks to heal him.

Then in sixth year, she slapped a third year in the face for calling her a rude word. A ring she was wearing cut the child's cheek and was healed quickly. But it was a pretty deep cut.

She would always dock points for stupid things. Talking too loudly, walking too slowly, and, her favorite past time, catching couples in the astronomy tower.

James narrowed his eyes at her. He could see her perfectly and unlike his father, didn't need glasses. He leaned in close to her to get a better look at her face, when suddenly he felt a hard object against his throat. He looked over and saw Zabini with his wand pressed against him.

"Get away from her, Potter," Zabini spoke quietly but firmly. His eyes were cold and merciless. James glared but did as he was told. He stood up slowly and backed away quickly, leaving Malfoy and her boyfriend be.

Anna awoke to a slight prodding on her shoulder. She groaned and slapped the hand away, trying to hold on to the last threads of sleep. She faintly heard Kyle chuckle and he started poking her again. Regretfully, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, willing them to open.

"Come on, Anna," Kyle said softly into her hair, "let's get off this blasted train."

Anna nodded and said a quick spell to fix her hair. She grabbed her cat and was on her way to the carriages in no time. The thestrals looked at her and she frowned at them. It was like they knew what her father did in his spare time.

She stepped gracefully into the first carriage, the one specifically for Head Boy and Girl. She said nothing as she sat across from the Potter boy and she glanced out of the window.

"Nice nap, Malfoy?" He asked smoothly.

Anna narrowed her eyes at the window but said nothing. She was thinking. If her father had never finished school, why did she have to listen to him? She was better than him. Head Girl of Hogwarts! She knew she was smarter. He was only second in his year. She was first. But deep down she knew that she would eventually have to marry Zabini. She huffed, Anna Zabini? Oh no, no, no. That wouldn't do at all.

The carriage finally stopped and she stepped out, leaving James Potter behind to wonder why his comment didn't faze her.

Anna sat in her usual spot at the slithering table. Headmaster McGonagall stood at the first years were lead in by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Lupin. His graying hair was thinning but he was smiling all the same. He set the old sorting hat on its stool then sat next to the Transfiguration professor, his wife, who liked the students to call her Tonks.

All of the first years were sorted and five students were inaugurated into Slytherin. The feast began and everyone ate his or her fill. Soon after dessert was served, the Headmaster stood.

"Attention," she said firmly, and everyone went silent, "I would like to announce, that our caretaker, Madam Slinks, has a list of forbidden objects posted to her door, if anyone would like to read them. Also, the Forbidden Forest, as you well know, if just that, forbidden. Only professors, Head Boy, and Head Girl will be permitted to enter. Speaking of which, I need to make a few introductions. Our new Potions Master will be, Professor Iris." A tall man stood up and the girls eyed his handsome body with lusty stares before he took his seat. "Also, Our Head boy, James Potter." Gryffindor applauses sounded through the Great Hall, "And, Head Girl, Anna Malfoy." Lets just say, if the Gryffindors were loud, the Slytherins were thundering.

Professor McGonagall led Anna and James to their private dorms after the feast. She led them up and down turns and passages and through halls and around statues. Anna had an Idea of were they were headed. And she was right, sort of.

McGonagall stopped in front of the entrance to the Astronomy tower and turned to face them. "Now," she began, "your dorms will be next to the Astronomy tower. I didn't want them in the actual tower for students would walk through your room at any given moment." She turned and looked for a candleholder that was a little ways from the tower entrance. "This will be your dorm." She tapped her wand on the holder and it the wall melted away, making a large door.

She nodded at the two and walked away quickly, letting them be for the night. Anna shrugged and entered the room. She looked around carefully, soaking in every detail of the room.

There were two doors, one with a silver snake, one with a golden lion, at the far end of the room. The room it's self had a silver and red color scheme and was very warm. The fireplace was huge and had a portrait of a hippogriff lying contently in the grass. There were two couches, both were red with silver trim, each had a blanket, one with the Slytherin insignia, one with Gryffindor's. There was wood covering the floor and no sign of carpeting. But when she crept over to her door, she found a forest of Slytherin.

Emerald carpet covered her floor and the green drapes surrounded her king-sized bed. She had hundreds of through pillows of silver and green. Her comforters had the Hogwarts crest printed on them and her walls were green. She saw a dresser with her clothes already unpacked and ready, she also saw her cat sitting on the edge of the balcony that looked over the lake. She saw a door to her left and opened it. It was a large bathroom. A mirror covered the western wall and marble sinks were against it as well. A marble tub the size of a pool was against the eastern wall. There was also another door leading to Potter's room, a white toilet and fluffy towels and bathrobes just waiting to be worn.

She heard said door open but didn't bother with greetings or comments. She simply walked out of the room. Lying on her bed, she thought of the months ahead of her. This was her last year of freedom. The last year that she would have until she was Zabini's slave! What was she going to do then?

She had been taught what it was like as a pureblood. She watched her mother's weakness and obeyed her father's commands. There was going to be nothing to live for; nothing to dream. She was someone's prize and property, and she was beginning to lose hope.

A/N: Too short? Just the right length? Too long? Feed back would pwn!!