Ok, so yeah, I'm really slow in updating chapters :P So it gets a little confusing towards the end as to when Draco's in the present and when he's thinking about the past, but try and bear with me!

Credits: All characters from Harry Potter and events from the series mentioned belong to Ms. J.K. Rowling and I thank Rachna for letting me use her name for one of the characters in the fanfic.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood stock still as they let the news sink in. Rachna looked herself over in the cracked mirror behind her to see the damage that had been done. Wow! she thought. Not bad. A few shards of glass here and there, but overall, not bad! She turned to see Hermione and Ron whispering furiously, stealing doubtful glances at her here and there. But Harry was immune to his friends; he believed every word that Rachna had said. And why shouldn't he? After all, Rachna had always been the one odd Slytherin who never praised Voldemort as if he were a hero, nor did she ever say anything bad about Harry. In fact, he remembered a couple of times where she stood up for Harry when Malfoy was insulting him. Malfoy. That was something that Harry thought he would never understand.

"Hey!" burst out Ron, voicing Harry's confusion. "You're Malfoy's girlfriend, aren't you?"

Rachna gave him one of the coldest glares, imagining spikes tearing the redhead to pieces. "I was his girlfriend" she said calmly. "WAS! Unless you want unspeakable horrors to happen to you, I suggest you never speak of him again in front of me, got it?"

"Ye-yes ma'am!" squeaked Ron. Hermione still glared at Rachna, not frightened in the least of the threat the former Slytherin had just given.

"What?" asked Rachna.

"How can we be sure that you're the second Chosen One?" asked Hermione.

"You remember the prophecy?"

"Yeah."

"Then you'll also remember that the second Chosen One is supposed to be a Slytherin." Rachna pointed out. "I assume you've been looking for her in your fellow Gryffindors, now have you?" Hermione stood puzzled for a minute, not letting Rachna's words sink in. Then she pulled a tiny scroll out of her magic purse, unraveled it, and began scanning the entire page. A tiny gasp slipped out of her mouth as she looked up at Rachna with wide eyes.

"Oh my god, how could I have forgotten that tiny detail!" exclaimed Hermione in surprise. Both Ron and Harry turned to examine the document for themselves.

"It says here that in addition to Harry, there will be a girl who will secretly protect Hogwarts until the Final Battle." read Ron. "Only then will she reveal her true identity to the world and-"

"Oh, just read it aloud!" said Harry. He took the scroll from Hermione and in a clear voice began to read:

"Whilst from Godric's Hollow the parents hail

From the house of Slytherin the child will prevail

For Hogwarts the furtive fighter shall protect

For Hogwarts her house she shall deceive and be suspect

In the Final Battle the Chosen One's will meet

And together the Dark Lord they shall defeat"

Silence. Harry looked up at Hermione in complete disbelief. "Hermione! The fact that she was supposed to be a Slytherin was at the very beginning!"

"I'm sorry!" screamed Hermione. "You know, it's hard for me to keep track of everything and you guys not help at all!"

"Well we're sorry if we're too busy trying to keep track of the Horcruxes!" exclaimed Ron. "We thought at least you could take care of finding the second Chosen One!"

"I'm only one person!" After a few more yells and screams, Rachna grew tired of the trio's argument.

"HEY!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped in mid sentences, each with a hand on the scroll. Rachna snatched the scroll and said "Look, if you guys want to stand in this bookstore and fight, go right on ahead! But if you want my help on getting the Horcruxes and you want my info on the Death Eaters, then you're going to have to sit quiet for a couple of minutes, ok?" The trio exchanged glances with each other, and they knew that now they had no other option but to listen to Rachna. She was indeed the second Chosen One, and Harry would have to befriend a Slytherin, no matter what.

Draco apparated to the gate of the Malfoy Manor. He pushed open the squeaky gate and strode towards his house. Noticing the Dark Mark hanging above his home, he sighed, knowing that there would be Death Eaters, and perhaps, but hopefully not, the Dark Lord as well. But now, he simply had to sit outside and think a while. How could he have not known that Rachna was destined to befriend Potter? That she would be a major player in Voldemort's downfall? How?

Draco thought back to the House Sorting, where he had first seen her.

A tall 11 year old, beautiful in every way. Although he would never in his worst nightmares have preferred a girl with glasses, the intelligent eyes behind those spectacles completely mesmerized him. Her long, bushy hair had been tied back in a ponytail and she stared confidently ahead as the hat was placed on her, as if she knew which house she was destined to be placed.

"Hmm," the Sorting Hat had mused after mumbling to himself, "I think I'll put you in…..SLYTHERIN!" The entire house had burst into applause as they welcomed a new future Death Eater, but Draco gave the new girl a standing ovation, clapping furiously. Noticing Crabbe's bulging form plopped next to him, he shoved his sidekick into Goyle, trying to make room for Rachna. But the attempt was all in vain; Rachna sat far from Draco, much less even looked in his direction. He felt his heart drop as he sat back in his seat and received a hearty punch from the irritated Crabbe. Draco couldn't help it, he needed to find a way to talk to her. The thought had implanted itself in his mind like an obsession.

An obsession. Draco looked out into the cold night. So the first time he had laid eyes on her was when this infernal obsession about Rachna had dawned on him. He remembered how he had tried every way of meeting her, whether it was an accidental bump in the hallways or waiting for her outside her classrooms for her classes to end while skipping his own. He particularly remembered one attempt in 3rd year because that was the first time Rachna had even taken notice of him…

It had been early on in the year, and the 3rd years were walking down to Hagrid's hut for their first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Draco just didn't understand why the school had made that useless oaf a teacher! Gamekeeper was a fine enough position for such a pathetic excuse of a wizard! He sighed. This was going to be a long day. What to do, what to do…..Draco had to amuse himself somehow before class began or else he'd end up falling asleep as usual, and then he wouldn't hear the end of it from his parents!

Then he saw Potter! Draco's perfect amusement had just come strolling along with the rest of the class!

"Hey Potter!" exclaimed Draco. The black haired, overly large spectacled boy turned to face Draco with a weary expression.

"What?" Now he had it! Draco had the attention of everyone in the class. Everyone, that is, EXCEPT for the girl he wanted to get the attention of! Rachna looked in the opposite direction, towards the forest behind the students, lost in her own thoughts. While she might have been expressionless to anyone passing by, Draco noticed that even from afar, she seemed troubled by something. It was her large, brown eyes that had given away that secret. It was this seemingly calm-yet-not state that Draco hated seeing the girl he loved in; it simply tortured him! He had to divert her attention from her troubling thoughts, he just had to!

"Well?" asked Harry. "What do you want?"

Draco turned his attention back to Harry. A distraction…..then the idea hit him! Draco looked above Potter's head, and turned an ordinary look into a look of pure terror. "D-D-DEMENTOR! DEMENTOR!" he screamed loud enough that he hoped Rachna would hear. Harry, Ron, and Hermione swiveled on the spot, actually believing Draco's cry of alarm. Finding nothing behind him, Harry's hands balled into fists and he turned back to find Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle with the hoods of their robes pulled up, acting like 'dementors' but really like idiots.

"Go die in a hole, Malfoy!" spat Ron. But Draco was having the time of his life! Plus, this was Weaselbee that was talking, so who cared what he said! Draco looked towards Rachna, but found to his disappointment that the girl hadn't taken any notice of the fun! Draco sighed in frustration.

Just then, Hagrid walked into the clearing with a giant…..well, it was half bird and half horse! The oaf said it was a hippogriff, so why not just call it that? 'Haha,' mused Draco to himself, 'Potter has to ride that monster! Maybe he might just die! Then we'll all be happy!' Seeing Harry so flabbergasted on that wretched creature's back made Draco double over in laughter! Suddenly, he felt someone watching him. When he lifted his head, he noticed Rachna watching him intently, curiously, as if she were trying to piece together what had been so funny to him. Draco felt the blood rush to his face, and he attempted to compose himself. Just then, a cheer erupted from the students as the entire lot welcomed Harry with applause. They were cheering him as if he were a hero who had just come from a deathly battle! Even Rachna's head turned towards Harry to see what all the commotion was about.

A smile. A tiny, yet clearly a smile appeared on Rachna's fair face. Now Draco was confused. Why would a Slytherin smile at a Gryffindor's achievement, especially if that Gryffindor were Potter? But even more so, Draco was furious at Harry for stealing Rachna's attention from him! He got up and stormed over to the hippogriff that had just landed.

"Hey there," taunted Draco, "Yeah, you're not such a scary thing are you now?" He wanted Rachna to know he was not scared of the creature.

"Malfoy, step back!" whispered Hagrid urgently. Suddenly, the hippogriff, feeling threatened, stood up on its hind legs and clawed Draco. The entire class burst into screams of terror, but Hagrid eventually calmed the creature down. Draco lay whimpering on the ground, but as he was picked up and carried away to the hospital wing, he felt that intense feeling of being watched. Looking up, Draco locked eyes with Rachna, but the radiant girl looked down upon the blond headed boy, shaking her head as if he were nothing more than a dog barking for attention. No matter how hard he tried, Draco still couldn't get a kind look from her! But he vowed that he would win Rachna over, no matter what he would have to do!

What a fool. He had been trying to go after a girl who clearly did not have any interest in him. The door of the Malfoy Manor suddenly opened with a blast, and Aunt Bella stormed out of the mansion screaming, "DRACO! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" The tired boy sighed and got up from the tree stump he had been sitting on. This would be a long night.

Alrighty, so there you have it! 3rd Chapter uploaded, I believe I have a deadline for the 4th, but we'll see how much I get done :P PLEASE REVIEW! Enjoy!