Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? Hmmm….Nope!

Author's Notes: Okay well thank you to everybody who's stayed with my story. Especially Darkwolf24 xD

My (Emily's) POV

I trudged along to Professor Snape's class, so nervous that my hair was splitting at the ends.

"Well, well. Look who's in detention."

I turned to my left, and saw Malfoy leaning against the stone arch of the doorway leading to potions. He had a smirk on his face, and he was in pajamas. He was wearing black bottoms with a green t-shirt, with a black sweatshirt over it. The zipper was down to his stomach, and his silver blonde hair was all messy, like he had just gotten out of bed.

I looked down at my own pajamas (I didn't really care if anyone saw me in pajamas), and smirked. I was wearing lavender bottoms, with a matching t-shirt, and a dark magenta sweatshirt over it, zipper down to just below my chest.

"Shut it, Draco." I hissed, looking now at him, "You're the one who got me into this mess."

"Yes, but," he started, walking towards me," if you hadn't sent a note back, we both would be busy sleeping."

True…

I rolled my eyes and walked forward to the door.

"Are we allowed in?" I asked, pushing lightly on the door.

Draco walked over and opened it, smirking at me. I smirked back and walked in.

"Where's Professor Snape?" I asked, looking around, realizing that he wasn't there.

"He said that I could supervise you. So, I'm in charge." Draco replied, sitting down at Snape's desk, placing his feet on the desk.

'WHAT?!" I belted, walking swiftly of to Draco, "What do you MEAN you're in charge?!!!"

"I'm. In. Charge." He replied, breaking it down.

I gaped at him, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Don't let it stay like that." He snorted, taking a Quittich magazine out of his back pocket.

I grumbled all the way to the back of the room. I somehow found a sponge and a bucket waiting for me.

"Uh…there's no water in here." I said, glancing at Malfoy.

"Then FILL it with water." He replied, rolling his eyes.

"B…but I don't know how to do it." I muttered, blushing.

He again rolled his eyes, and walked over to me.

"Aquamenti." He said, pointing his wand at the bucket.

Water burst out of the tip of his wand, and into the bucket.

"Thanks." I said, taking the bucket and sponge over to the first cauldron.

I began scrubbing, splattering myself with soap and water.

"Make sure to get into the corners." Draco said, bemused.

"Yes, sir" I spat, glaring into the cauldron.

Later…….

I was ready to pass out once I was done scrubbing all the cauldrons.

I'm not going to be able to lift my arm tomorrow!

"Well, I guess your done." Malfoy said, sounding disappointed.

"What? Sad that my torture is over?!" I asked, chucking the sponge at his face.

He flicked his wand his wand lazily and it stopped in midair.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned, smirking his face off.

"If you don't wipe that smirk off your face right now, I'll wipe it off for you." I replied, walking quickly over to the door.

"Where are your manners?" He mocked, stepping in front of me.

"What are you talking about?"

"I mean, where are your manners? It's polite to say goodnight before you leave."

I searched his face for any sign of sarcasm, and I found loads.

"Fine. Goodnight, Draco."

"How come you said 'Draco'?"

"Well, that's your name, isn't it?"

"Whatever. 'Night."

And with that her left, closing the door in my face.

Real nice. A real gentleman.

I practically ran back to the common room, eager to get to my bed.

The next day…

The next day I awoke to the feeling of someone jumping on my bed.

"Go away…" I groaned and rolled over onto my side, bringing my hands to my face.

It started to jump even more, and closer to my face. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!?!" I screamed, glaring into the face of Sam, her robes already on.

"It's almost time for class!!! We're going to Hagrid's!!!! I heard from Harry that he's really cool." She yelled excitedly, lifting my spirits slightly.

"Ugh. All I want to do is sleep. Malfoy kept me scrubbing cauldrons until midnight." I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"That git…" she mumbled.

I whimpered as she opened the curtains, allowing warm rays of light into the room. It burned my eyes.

"Come on!!!" She pressed, grabbing my hand and trying to pull me up off the bed.

"I want to take a shower." I protested, walking off to the bathroom.

"Fine, whatever. Meet me in the entrance hall. Marie has a different class, so it's just us."

I nodded and proceeded across the plush royal carpet and into the bathroom.

In the entrance hall……

I felt much better after my shower. I had let my hair dry normally, so it had its regular waves, and regular bangs.

I found Sam and we walked to Hagrid's, with our 'Monster book of Monsters' strangled with a belt. My mind was pre-occupied, though. I was thinking about my dad, oddly enough. I haven't talked to him for four years, and my mom had recently told me that he might be a Death Eater.

Oh, and he possibly might want to kill me.

I only snapped out of my thoughts when I heard voices all around me. I looked up to see tons of students from all different houses surrounding a very small hut, with an unusually large door. There was plush, green grass under my feet, and there were very few clouds in the sky.

A HUGE man stood at the front of the crowd, with hands the size of my face, and a pitch black beard.

"Jesus is this-"

I caught myself swearing shook my head and started over.

"Jeez is this Hagrid? He's like a giant!!!"I exclaimed, gawking at his giant body.

He led us into a nearby patch of trees, which cleared out into a little clearing with a short stone wall. Sunlight dappled the ground, and all around me kids were struggling to open their books, which turned to be a problem, since the books had teeth and attempted to rip your hand off every time you open it.

"Open yer books to page 104." Hagrid said, strutting along behind some trees.

"And how exactly do we do that?" Malfoy sneered.

"Why, you stroke the spine 'o course!" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I rolled my eyes and tucked the book back into my bag, setting it down on the ground behind me.

To my right, Neville was being mauled by the vicious book, pieces of pages and his cloak flying high in the sky. I doubled over laughing as he tried to get up, but fell over again.

He's such a nerd! Though I shouldn't be talking…hahaha….

"I hate these books!" Sam said, chucking her book at a tree.

It hit the tree, snarled and lay limp.

"Well, I think their funny." Hermione said, now walking over to us, Ron and Harry close behind.

"Oh yeah, terribly funny. Really witty, giving us books that try to kill us. God this place has gone to the dogs. Wait till my father hears Dumbledore's got this oaf teaching classes." Malfoy drawled anger etched all over his face.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry threatened, stepping forward.

"Oooh ho ho!!!" Malfoy sneered, smirking.

He shoved his bag into Crabbe's stomach, who doubled over. He then began to strut towards Harry, eyes drifting lazily from Harry to the crowd surrounding them, which included me and Sam. Confidence shone in his pale blue eyes.

Suddenly, Malfoy put on a face of great horror and shock, and pointed to behind Harry, yelling, "Dementor! Dementor!"

Everyone gasped, turning quickly around, only to find some trees, rocks and squirrels staring back at them. I didn't turn around, though. I wasn't that gullible.

When Harry finally turned back towards Malfoy, him and Crabbe and Goyle had their hood up, and started yelling "Oooh!!!" laughing maniacally.

"Draco." I said, stepping forward in Harry's defense.

"Does the little girl want to play?" he asked, snickering.

"Yeah "I said, cracking my knuckles, "she does."

Suddenly this weird, white hot anger bubbled up from inside of me, and I wanted nothing more than to punch his face till it caved in.

"Alrigh'!" Hagrid yelled, bringing something out from behind the trees that he had gone behind not to long before, "time to see some magical creatures!"

The things that he brought out were….different. They had the head of a bird, and the body of a horse. But they had feathers, and claws on the front legs, and hooves and the back. There were about five of them, all different colors.

"These are hippogriffs." Hagrid said to the shocked faces of all the students standing before him.

My eyes widened, and I took a step forward.

"Who wants to go first?" Hagrid asked, looking around.

Before I knew what I was doing, I raised my hand. Hagrid nodded, pleased that someone had volunteered.

"Don't get too used to it, though…." I muttered as I stepped forward, took off my robe and tossed it to Sam.

"Hagrid, I'll go too."

I turned around to find Harry walking forward, towards a white hippogriff. I smirked and turned to my own, which was black as night and had eyes that shone like the stars.

"Now, they're very proud, so don't do anything to upset them. Approach 'em slowly and then bow. Oh and try not ter blink they don't trust yer much when yer blink."

I nervously approached it, my gaze unwavering in it's eyes. When I got close enough, I bowed. It was awkward, since I had never really bowed and I bet I looked stupid, but I shrugged it off.

Immediately it bowed back, and I smirked with satisfaction.

"Well done, Emily. Now you can ride him! His names Nightshadow."

"Er…" I said.

This was WAY more than I had expected. Nightshadow came up to me and nudged my shoulder gently, as if reassuring me. I sighed and Hagrid helped me up onto him.

"Now go!" he yelled, pushing Nightshadow along.

Oh God…

He took off right away, and I only got to see Hagrid, Harry and Buckbeak for a few seconds until I was up in the sky. I screamed at the top of my lungs as my surrounding became a big, colorful blur.

We soared over and around Hogwarts, my adrenaline coursing heavily my body. This was AMAZING. Then Nightshadow flew lower to the ground, and finally swooped down through the trees to land besides Hagrid and Harry.

Sam and the other Gryffindors started clapping, for me and for Harry. Still in shock, I shakily got off and walked away from Nightshadow.

"Oh please…"

I turned quickly to see Draco strutting towards Buckbeak.

"I knew this couldn't be hard of Potter and Collins could do it. " he spat furiously," Now you're not so dangerous at all, are you? You great ugly brut."

In seconds Buckbeak was up on his hind legs, screeching furiously. Malfoy yelled and covered his face with his hands, although that would somehow protect him.

Shit. Time to run.

Suddenly I began to run, no sprint, towards Buckbeak. I skidded to a half right in front of Malfoy as I took to hit from Buckbeak. Silver talons collided with my face, and ripped open my cheek. They then proceeded to run along my left arm, leaving a bloody trail behind.

Screaming in pain, my mind was numb with white hot heat from my open flesh. Students were screaming, and I could faintly hear the ripping of fabric as someone else was hit. I was kneeling on the ground, holding my arm, my vision blurred with my own blood.

"Shit!" someone yelled in the distance.

I shut my eyes, holding back tears as someone gingerly picked me up in their arms. I sighed before I felt my head spinning out of control, and I suddenly knew no more.

Author's notes: Hey I hoped you liked this chapter. It was a bit dry, I suppose, but I guess every story has its dry parts. Anyway R&R please! ^^