I changed into my costume, a character that I made up. I was wearing a black dress with yellow lightning bolts running across the middle and yellow zig-zagged lines lining the bottom. My bracelet is many flashes of lightning hanging off the chain. I also charmed my hair to have yellow zig-zagged streaks running down. In fact, my Thunderstorms were wearing the same outfit.

We have already planned our prank for tonight. If all goes wrong, there's supposed to be a thunderstorm with lightning inside the Great Hall, with real rain and lightning. But then again, nothing ever goes right.

It started with our lesson in Charms. We were suppose to be levitating feathers. "Wingardium Leviosa." Nothing happened.

"Stop, stop!" Hermione was shouting at Ron. "It's Wingardium Leviosa, not Wingardium Leviosaar. Make the "gar" nice and long."

Then she turned to me. "Your movements are all wrong. It's swish and flick, not flick and swish." She said bossily.

I huffed. "Alright then, Wingardium Leviosa." I said, swish and flicking, but doing it jerkily. The feather levitated and blew up in Hermione's face.

Ron snorted. "You do it if you think you're so clever."

Hermione nodded and spoke with strong authority and certainty. "Wingardium Leviosa." The feather levitated with no problem.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing Harry's feather and muttering "Wingardium Leviosa."

The feather levitated, rising higher than Hermione's. Before I set it down, I added something. The feather floated higher, then exploded into streaks of lightning bolts with struck Hermione's feather, turning it to ash.

Hermione looked as if she was about to cry. Harry glared at me out of the corner of his eye. Flitwick couldn't look even more happier. "Look, Miss Potter has done it! Ten points to Slytherin!"

Then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I went into the restroom to check my hair one last time.

I swear, I keep hearing sniffing noises from a stall. Then I heard a lot of loud footsteps. The door to the restroom opened, and closed. I spun around, and was confused by the girl- er, creature that walked in. The girl in the stall let out a high-pitched scream, and only then did I realize it was Hermione. The large creature looks like Hagrid's size, just bigger, and no hair. "Erm, Granger, what is that?"

"T- Troll." She whimpered.

I let out a sarcastic grin. "So Halloween has turned to Hallo Troll." The troll moved forward. I had to do something for my sake.

"Stupefy!" I randomly shot. The spell only bounced off the troll. I quickly went over all the strategies. Out of everything I could have done, I chose to jump on it's back. Brilliant Shade, brilliant.

The troll thrashed around, trying to hit me with it's club. But out of stupidity, it hit his own head. The troll rocked forward, collapsing. Luckily, I jumped off just in time. Then Harry and Ron burst in.

Harry looked at me, then the troll, then me, and back to the troll. "Bloody hell, did you do this, Shade?" Harry asked.

"No sh*t, Sherlock. I jumped on his back while Granger here was to busy being scared."

"Oh my goodness, explain yourselves!" McGonagall shouted, trembling.

Hermione trembled, stepping forward hesitantly. "Please Professor, it was me."

"Miss Granger?" Mcgonagall asked, shocked.

"I thought I could take it on my own since I read all about them. Shade was doing her hair when the troll came in. She jumped on his back, causing the troll to hit his own head. Harry and Ron came after the scene."

"Five points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, and five points to Slytherin Miss Potter, for pure dumb luck." She spun around, and stalked away.

I looked at Hermione. "Next time, I won't most likely be able to save you. Consider yourself lucky, Granger." I stalked out of the bathroom, my hair now exploded. I met up with Draco, and my Thunderstorms.

"You look like hell, Fire." Draco murmured. And was there concern in his gaze?!

I laughed sarcastically. "Well, what do you expect? For me to walk out after jumping on a troll's back looking like a princess?"

Malfoy choked, paling. Now he looks like a vanilla ice cream cone. "You literally went after the troll." He choked out.

I nodded. "I had no choice. I was doing my hair when the troll walked in. Jumping on top of him was the first thing I thought of. Granger was whimpering like a scared puppy, and Harry and Ron came late, the fools."

Himalaya looked shocked, as did the others. "Granger was afraid?!"

I nodded. "She literally dove under the sink, curling into a ball."

Draco shook with rage. "SO YOU ARE TELLING ME SHE LEFT YOU TO DIE?!" He thundered.

The look on my face must have told him, because his fists curled. "I'M GOING TO KILL HER!"

Pansy decided to show up. Wonderful, just wonderful. "Why are you yelling at Potter? Did she make you mad? Do I have to curse her?" I scoffed as she wrapped her arm around Draco, only to be shaken off.

"No, Pansy. It is Granger I need to curse. She left Potter here to face the troll alone."

Pansy looked appalled. "You're saying as if that was a bad thing!"

Draco shook his head. "Just go, Parkinson."

Pansy looked hurt, but left.

Draco put his hands on my shoulders. "You really can be an idiot, my beautiful Flame."

My Thunderstorms giggled. "We'll leave you two to your lovey dovey talks!" Lori chirped.

"Oh, and for our prank, it's saved for tomorrow!" Loran said, leaving with the other girls.

Draco stared into my eyes. "Shade Potter, you really are something else." He murmured.

"W- What do you mean?" I asked.

"As you know, people know you as the other Potter. Or just the Girl that was spared. But really, you are Shade Potter, my hero. You are strong, you are my light in the darkness. I know this is probably a bit early, but I love you, Shade. You were always my exception. I love you more than life itself, Shade Potter."

All i could do was stare at him. Stare at the guy in front of me. It took a while before I could finally speak.

"I wasn't sure of it at first. I heard how my brother and his friends are always talking about how much of an arse you are. But now are know. You are Draco Malfoy. Your rudeness is just a cover. You are forced to live in your father's shadow. It's not your fault. I know that underneath the roughness is a pure heart untouched by darkness. You are Draco Malfoy, my model, my everything. I love you, and I always will, no matter what."

Then, we kissed, oblivious to the four pairs of eyes looking in on us. Three were horrified, one was simply murder and jealousy.

I let out a sigh. I am finally free, from my brother's shadow. I finally mattered to someone. I am special.