My Characters: Alisa (Harry Potter's twin,) Headmistress J. H. (Alisa's old headmistress,) Greg and Julia (Alisa's adoptive parents,) Hydrae (Draco's sister; meaning: the water serpent, female)

Chapter Three: Draco's POV ( watch?v=tK-hXS6lwRs)

A/N When Draco and Alisa both start to realize that they care deeply about each other but don't want to admit it to themselves or the other. It reminds me of the song 'Trying Not to Love you' by Nickelback. Oh and I do believe that I have the timeline for the story off, but I am re-reading the series and will try to make edits and improvements. However, I might not get to that until later, so please bare with me (If you're actually reading this.) Thankx

I sat at the table, eating breakfast; I couldn't get last night out of my head. It seemed as though my actions didn't affect her at all. I wasn't sure if that bothered me because I was failing my mission or because of the feeling that I had from just a simple touch of her skin on mine. I found myself zoning out, imagining what really kissing her would feel like. I was brought back to my thoughts as Blaise told me that Potions class was about to start.

'Crap,' I thought, 'it would take me fifteen minutes to get there. I was going to be late.'

Why being late was bothering me I'll never know, because it never has bothered me in the past. Suddenly I found myself zoning out again wondering if I was feeling this way because Alisa was also in this class.

I ended up being half an hour late for double Potions; I had missed the first half of the first class. Snape looked up at me with disapproval colouring his features,

"You're late Mr. Malfoy. I expect my students to be on time, you will have a half-hour detention with me tonight. You may partner up with Miss. Potter; hopefully her so far good habits will rub off on you."

I nodded; he was torturing me by partnering us together. Alisa looked up at me and smiled as I approached her table. She must've noticed my sad feelings on this matter, because she grinned then stated,

"Look on the bright side, at least your grades won't be bad."

She laughed slightly and gestured over to the poor girl from Slytherin that had been partnered with Ron, "I hold nothing but pity for that poor girl."

I nodded in agreement to her statement, "So, what are we making today."

She smiled, "Today we are brewing the draught of living death."

During potions, Alisa had gone through the entire potions book. She said she was 'fixing' the mistakes; I had watched her make notes all throughout the book, front to back. She really was a bright witch, even though she was a half-blood. Who am I kidding Hermione was a mud-blood and she was the brightest in our year, surely someone who grew up in this world could be just as smart. We had completed the draught of living death before everyone else, and the only other person who could brew it properly was Potter and it took him ages. Now I was sitting in a very boring History of Magic class, wishing like hell I was out of this room, wishing that Alisa was here because surely she would know all the answers and..., make the time pass faster.

'Ugh, no,' I thought, 'you stupid boy, remember no feelings attached. She's just another mission.'

I sigh, wishing it wasn't this way, but I don't have a choice I am doing this for my mother and sister.

Alisa's POV

I sat in the great hall at the Slytherin table, for lunch. I still hadn't talked to Harry about the other day, or Draco about that kiss. Something about the kiss, the tingling or maybe the wanting for more, but that kiss has been on my mind all day. I sighed; I guess I would have to forget it. I was already running late for my next class, woman issues you know. I rushed through the corridors, trying to reach my class on time. I stopped in front of the door, opening it and slipping into my History of Magic class. Unluckily, I was noticed by not only the teacher but a certain boy with grey eyes.

I frowned, "Sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to be late."

The professor nodded once in a curt movement showing that he didn't really accept my apology. "Don't make a habit of it Miss. Potter, and that'll be 5 points from Slytherin for being late."

I heard a groan go through the room; I looked down embarrassed and sad that I let my house down. "Join Mr. Malfoy, please. He will inform you what we will be studying and you two will be partners for the project."

I inwardly groaned, 'great,' I thought, 'more time with Draco, when I am still unsure about my feelings.'

I sat down next to Draco, and sighed. I heard Draco chuckle, "Good to see you to Alisa."

I tried to smile but failed, badly. "Nice to see you to Malfoy," I said, hoping to hit a nerve.

"Oh," Draco said, "No need to call me by my last name, when we are clearly on a first name basis now."

Draco, winking at me then turned towards the teacher. Ugh, the nerve of him. First he kisses me than teases me about it, and makes it seem like a big deal to annoy me. I sat there still glaring at him even though he wasn't looking my way, it felt good.

"What are we studying, Malfoy," I asked placing an emphasis on 'Malfoy.'

I heard Draco sigh, and I grinned triumphant and happy I got a reaction out of him. "We are studying ..."

A/N Sorry if you wanted that scene to be longer, but I kind of got bored with it so I put in the next section with Hydrae and Alisa. I find it fun to make Draco & Alisa tease each other so there will probably be more of that in the story later on.

I sat outside by the black lake, my back pressed up against a tree. My eyes were closed as I breathed in the frosty air. Something could be said for how mentally and physically unstable I felt at this moment. That's why I was outside, it always helped to calm my nerves. I heard someone's footsteps approaching; they were lighter so I would guess it was a girl or a younger child. I opened my eyes to see a girl with Slytherin robs looking down at me. I smiled; she looked like a nice person. Her hair was black and ran down around her shoulders in soft black curls. Her cheeks were slightly rosy from the cold air, but other than that her complexion was slightly pale.

"Hi," I said, "My name's Alisa."

She smiled even wider, "I'm Hydrae. It's nice to meet you Alisa. I was told by Professor Snape that you were excellent in potions and I was wondering if you would help me with one of my potions."

I nodded, "I would be glad to help; it'll get my mind of things. It is nice to meet you to Hydrae. Though, I am pretty sure that Professor Snape isn't totally correct."

She frowned, "What do you mean?"

I got up off the ground brushing the snow of my jeans. "I mean that I am not perfect in potions and I am sure that I am most definitely not the smartest in my class."

She laughs, "That's not what I heard. Apparently you corrected the entire text book."

I just shrugged, "You don't seem like you need my help. Something tells me you're a wiz at potions."

She smiled and blushed looking down at her feet. "It's kind of a hobby for me. I like making potions when I need to think or take my mind off a certain subject."

It sounded as though she was thinking about someone in particular when she said 'a certain subject.' I decided to ask her about it, "Hydrae?" She nods and I ask her, "When you say 'a certain subject,' do you mean a certain someone?"

I watch as she blushes and looks into the lake, watching her reflection. I frown, wondering if I pushed her too far. She just zoned off for a couple minutes looking into the lake.

"I like your brother," she says finally, in a quiet whisper.

I nod for her to continue, letting her know that I am willing to listen to her. "I've liked him since my first year here. The problem is our families don't get along well, at all."

I nodded, "I guess that makes sense, seeing as though Draco and Harry don't get along."

She laughed, "Yah. They don't really like each other."

I smiled at her, "Can I tell you something?" She nods. "Okay, don't tell anyone yet but, I think your brother is growing on me."

She smiles, "We should help each other. You know, with our brothers and stuff."

I nod, "Sounds like a deal. But, I should probably try and get to know Harry better. I'll sit with his house tonight, at dinner."

I walk into the Great Hall, my backpack swinging behind me. I don't even stop to look over at the Slytherin table as I head towards the Gryffindor table. I set my bag down and sit by Harry and a boy who Draco calls 'The Weasel.'

I smile at the shocked looks on their faces. "May I sit here? Well, I guess I should have asked before I sat down."

I watched as they recovered and smiled back at me. Harry introduced the group, even though I already knew who they were. "This is Ron, and Hermione. Ron, Hermione this is my sister. I guess that I have a family again."

Ron just shook his head at Harry, "Don't let mom hear you say that, she'd be devastated. Just cause we aren't blood related doesn't mean she doesn't think of you as her son too."

Hermione, who was sat directly across from Ron, nodded in agreement. "He's right you know Molly considers us all family. You too know that she knows about you Alisa."

I smiled at Hermione, "Thanks," I said, "I only ever had my adopted parents before and my old headmistress. It'll be good to have a big family."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry nodded in agreement with me. After that we had more small talk and I got to know the 'Golden Trio' better.