"That's the new girl."

"Should we wake her up?"

"What's her name?"

Rora mumbled quietly to herself; the hushed voiced were bothering her.

"Class is starts in 45 minutes. She's gonna be late if we don't." Rora felt a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, wake up." Rora snuggled deeper into her pillow. Her kitten Luna adjusted herself to the new position. "Um, hello…" The voice was louder and her hand turned into two. "New girl, you're gonna be late." Her blanket was ripped off her and she frowned, but refused to open her eyes.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

"You already had breakfast."

"Hardly."

"I love her cat."

"I know! She looks like my Georgy."

"But it looks possessed. Look at it's eyes. It's just… staring at us."

"Let's GO! Bloody hell."

The voiced drifted away and it took a few moments for her to remember where she was. Hogwarts. Draco. MAGIC. Her eyes popped open and she couldn't help but grin. How could she have forgotten? She threw her legs over the side of the bed, gave Luna a quick nuzzle, and looked around. She remembered waking up here last night, when Draco sent her away for a nap. Mmm…. Draco… She smiled blankly into the distance as she remembered what happened last night.

Another girl walked in and snapped her out of it.

"Hey, do you know what time it is?" The girl asked Rora. She seemed frazzled as she crawled under her bed.

"No, I was gonna ask you." Rora watched her struggle as she checked inbetween her mattresses and under the rug by her bed. She couldn't help but ask, "Lose something?"

"My ring- Ow!" She groaned and rubbed her temple, giving her bed frame a dirty look. Rora giggled. The dirty look riveted towards Rora. "Something funny?"

"Yeah, you." Rora joined the strange girl under the bed.

"You take that side, I'll take this side." Ordered the girl. They wormed their way to their respective quarters and rubbed their hands against the carpet, trying to feel for metal.

"How do you know it's down here?"

"My rat Bill likes shiny things. He takes my ring sometimes and stashes it under the bed." Rora looked at the girl with a blank expression as she spoke.

"That is the coolest thing anyone has ever said. Ever." The girl giggled.

"You're weird."

"Thanks."

"You're not from around here, are you?"

"Oh what gave it away Watson? The accent?" Rora teased.

"No, elementary my dear." She took a wiff her imaginary pipe. Rora laughed. But she had the kind of laugh where she throws her head back a little, so she bumped her head. This time the girl laughed.

"Hey, I'm helping you!"

"Some help. You talk too much." The girl said with a smile. Her hand happened to brush over the same patch of carpet that Rora was feeling up. They stopped when their hands met and stared at each other for a few moments of awkwardness.

"Does this mean we have to kiss?" Rora was a funny girl by nature. And the girl she was teasing was seriously not used to being around happy people.

"Omigosh."

"Normally I wouldn't ask before doing it, it's just that I haven't brushed me teeth yet and…"

"Shutup!" The girl was laughing uncontrollably now. She rolled over on her back as she laughed and felt something hard where she lay. She moved aside and gasped, "Found it!"

"Yayyy!" Rora fake cheered.

"You sound sarcastic."

"I am being sarcastic."

"Why?"

"Because I was hoping to spend more time with you in a small, dark space." The girl eyed her suspiciously. She seemed hesitant to ask something. Rora noticed. "What?"

"Are you gay?"

"No."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"The jokes… why are you being funny?" Rora arched a brow first, then shrugged.

"I dunno. I'm happy I guess."

"About what?"

"New school. New friends. The prospect of being on time for my first class which you are slowly sucking away from me." Rora carefully back out from under the bed.

"Wanna see my ring? I just got it."

"Sure." She reached blindly under the bed and felt it drop onto her palm. "Hey, my friend Draco has a ring just like this. It's lovely." The girl popped her head out from under the bed, her fast aghast, although Rora didn't notice. "Except instead of an T, he has an M. And the emerald eyes of the snake are smaller on his. Are these real emeralds?"

"You know Draco?" Rora glanced down.

"Yeah. Draco Malof.. or something like that."

"Malfoy?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"You know Draco Malfoy?" The girl asked incredulously. She crawled out from beneath the bed and couldn't decide whether to be angry at Rora or super excited to know someone who knew him. "You act like you could care less." Rora handed her ring back to her. This girl was weird. She hoped all Hogwarts kids weren't like this.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get ready" Rora opened the first drawer that she saw and sighed in relief as it contained everything she needed at that moment. Towel, toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner. If the girls who shoved her awake a few minutes ago were to be believed, she was super short on time. She'd have to hurry.

….::::::….

Draco checked his watch again and cursed. How the hell did he wake up in his dorm this morning? Who transported him back here from the tower? And when? He had so many questions, the most important of them being the location of Aurora. Had she been mysteriously sent to her dorm, too? As soon as he woke this morning, he ran straight towards the tower. But when he got there, all traces of them being there were gone. He decided to wait by the steps of the girl's dorm, not knowing what else to do.

A girl with bright red curly hair merrily skipped down the steps, smiling at something on her hand. Draco sighed as he realized he'd have to talk to her. As she approached the last steps, she looked up and saw Draco. Her smile dropped instantly. She inched her way down to him, causing Draco to roll his eyes at her overdone hesitation.

"Have you seen Aurora King? She's a new student." Her eyes lit up.

"The funny girl? Yeah, she's upstairs. She was helping me find my ring. Said it looked just like yours Draco."

"What is she doing?" He spoke quickly. "Does she know she's going to be late?" He wasn't too worried about missing the start of class. He just really wanted to see her again.

"I dunno. She's taking a shower." Draco sighed and waved her off. Glancing at his watch, he saw Pansy in his peripheral vision. Draco didn't acknowledge her. She was surrounded by a few of her loyal-she-thugs. None of them prettier than her of course. Pansy didn't want that kind of competition.

"Draco!" He heard Aurora cry. He couldn't fight the smile that crept onto his handsome face. She not-so-gracefully galloped down the stairs, almost tripping, and hastily screeched to a stop two feet away from him.

"You alright there?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You look like you're better at climbing stairs than walking down them." She pushed his shoulder and pretended to be offended at his remark. They lost themselves in time and gave in to reaffirming that they had memorized each others faces perfectly. Rora was so tempted to run her hands through his bright blond hair as she had done relentlessly last night, and Draco felt like snaking his hand onto her neck and pulling her in for a deep kiss, which he full well would have done, if it weren't for everyone's eyes on them. Draco decided to go elsewhere. The whispers around them were getting annoying.

He grabbed her books and took a hold of her hand, leading her out of Slytherin. His skin felt tingly his large hand enclosed around hers. He felt almost light-headed and giddy, but hid it well. He was much taller than she, so as he marched, she had to skip every few steps to keep up. Normally he wouldn't be so impatient but this morning had made him a wreck. All he wanted to do was kiss her breathless and do things to make her shudder in his arms.

"Draco.." she said, bewildered. He found the hidden narrow pathway in the stone walls that he was looking for and pulled her into it. He dropped their books and pulled Rora in for a deep kiss.

Oh how he had missed her.

Rora wrapped her arms around his neck and let him kiss her ferociously, loving it when her fingers inadvertently made him shiver. She pulled back for a breath and Draco almost didn't let her. His arms wrapped tight around her torso and he continued kissing her neck. Rora was surprised at his fervor. She had attributed his behaviour last night to the high emotions of breaking up with Pansy and feeling lonely. She wasn't expecting this.

"That was a hell of a good morning kiss." She exhaled. Rora shivered as his lips brushed softly down her jaw and in the nape of her neck. She never had a man touch her this way before, but she was loving the attention. Her hands pulled his face back to hers and she gave him a slow, everlasting kiss. Begrudgingly, she pulled back and met his half-lidded eyes. "We're going to be late." Draco tried not to hurt her as he held her against the wall. Her eyes were watery and her face was flushed. The look of her made him consider for a moment how much trouble they would both get in if they missed her first day of classes. As in… the entire day. "Draco." And the way she said his name.. it made him feel something he didn't recognize.

"Let's not go to class today."

"What?" She asked incredulously. "Why not?"

"There are more places I want to show you."

"We can see them after school." His face was blank. Had he already made up his mind? "Listen crazyhead, if you and I both miss class, I bet they'll separate us and put me with a new Hogworts rep."

"Oh." Draco's brow furrowed. He hadn't thought about that. He also replayed the part where she called him crazyhead. "I haven't been name-called since my 2nd year."

She patted his head in pity.

"Maybe not to your face." She bent down and picked up their books. Draco helped her and piled them all into his arms. "As much as I would love to throw you down and have my way with you, I'm really bent on making a good impression on my teachers." She took his hand and pulled him back to the main hallway. "Which way?" She asked. Draco pulled her in for one last kiss and they sped off to class.

Groups of people stopped and stared at the once again stone-faced Draco who was with someone who was …. *gasp*… smiling! They hurriedly wound through hallways and hoards of students until they finally reached their class. With a whoosh they ran into their first morning classroom and Draco guided Rora to his table.

In Hogwarts, you're late for class unless you're in your seat, so Draco dropped the books onto their desk and motioned for her to sit down, quick. She sat down, grinning wide, and Draco couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her. Her hair was messy, her shirt collar was upturned on the left side, and she was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

"You look like a hooligan." He smirked, while tucking a floaty strand of jet black hair behind her ear.

"Why thank you. That's the 2nd nicest thing anyone's said to me all day." He continued fixing her collar, much to the shock of all the students around them. She blushed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why is everyone staring? It's like they've never seen two people hold hands before."

"Oh." He didn't want to tell her who he was yet. She liked him even without his power, status, wealth, or popularity. She liked him as a normal guy, and the feeling of being good enough for someone without all the frills was exhilerating. "I'll tell you later." She gave him a questioning look but couldn't make good with her curiosity since the professor had just walked in.

"Oh dammit, I forgot my schedule." She flipped through her book in a panic.

"It's okay, I know it."

"You memorized it?"

"You share 5 out of 8 classes with me. It's not rocket science."

"Oh. What's the prof's name? That's why I was looking for my schedule just now."

"Professor Appleby." She gave him a knowing look.

"Haha, very funny. Seriously, tell me."

"That's her name."

"Really?"

"Really. Why is that hard to believe?" Rora heard the class hush up, so she wasn't about to go into a whole thrilling story about her beloved Applyby's restaurant chain in the West.

She waved her hand, and whispered,

"It's nothing."

The professor cleared her throat.

"Good morning class. Before we review chapter 7 of your textbooks, I would like to take a moment to introduce our new student…"

"Crap." Rora muttered.

"… Aurora King. Please stand up Ms. King." Reluctantly, Rora obeyed. She smoothed out her crisp white uniform shirt and fixed her skirt. The class stared at her in silence, and she stook there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "Erm.. would you like to say a few words about yourself?" ~I'm supposed to talk?~ she thought with panic.

"Um. Hi, I'm Aurora. I arrived here last night, aaand I think you guys are incredibly lucky to study at such a beautiful school."

"You're American?" asked someone among the rows of desks.

"Uh, yes. I live in New Jersey." she replied to no one in particular.

The class continued staring but she had nothing else to say. Awkwardly, she took a seat and waited for the Professor to start teaching or something. Anything. For the love of God. She ran her hands through her hair to block her face a little. Her face was flushed and she didn't want anyone to see.

Next to her, Draco was fighting a smile. She was so childish and shy. He almost wanted to pinch her cheeks. He turned to meet her eyes and tried to imagine what her reaction would be if he did it. Draco realized he hadn't known her long enough to know. He had yet to learn what made her tick; her peeves and such. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and his heart swelled a little. He had yet to learn her favourite movies, songs, foods, books. Just like last night, the prospect of a new relationship completely on his own terms was exhilarating. He wasn't set up by his family to strengthen ties with another family. He just… chose her. And she apparently chose him. He tried to slow his quickened heartbeat. He decided not to tell her who he was until she the signs started to get too much for her. The little things would tip her off soon enough. Things like people gawking at them and whispering whenever they would so much as hold hands, or the hoards of girls who will randomly want to become best friends with her when they find out about him… It was going to be a very unpleasant experience for Draco, for he had seen first hand what that kind of popularity could to someone. His first serious girlfriend, Alex, had been a barely noticeable Slytherin girl who happened to come from a very powerful family. As soon as they began dating, parts of her personality that Draco found interesting began to change. She changed her common name from the original Alex to Lexie. She began to wear her uniform in an slutty way, as if being Draco's girl would not garner her enough attention. She began to make interchangeable best friends, which she rotated on a weekly basis, whence before she had no one but her novels to call her friends. Everything about her changed, which is why he broke up with her after just 3 months. He could not stand to look at the twisted version of Alex. He could not bear the thought of never being able to have a normal relationship without the girl succumbing to the papparazzi-type attention.

"What's wrong?" she whispered.

"Nothing."

"You looking worried." She caught him off guard. How could she see through his barrier so easily? Was he losing his touch since being with her or did she really care that much?

"We'll talk about it later Rora." He touched her thigh to comfort her. Rora wished he had let it linger.

….::::::….

Draco and Rora walked lazily out of their Potions class. It was lunch. Rora was super excited and couldn't stop flipping through her textbook at all the marvellous recipes and the extraordinary powers those recipes gave someone.

Draco eyed her curiously.

"What's so interesting?"

"Are you kidding me? Everything! This book teaches you how to regrow bones, how to make truth serum, and even how to brew good luck! I.. I won't be able to sleep tonight. I'm gonna be reading this straight through to tomorrow."

"But didn't you receive a similar textbook in your American school?"

"Pfft, yeah right." Just then, Snape floated out of the room with his creepy grace.

"Draco, a word."

"Wait here." instructed Draco. "Don't go wandering off alone, ok?" She nodded. Immediately, her nose went right back into the book. She couldn't fathom why all of these secrets were being kept in the magic world. Why wouldn't the witches and wizards of this realm teach the rest of humanity? It seemed so unfair. Her eyes fell upon a potion which took up roughly 10 pages. It was to stop death.

To stop death.

Rora touched the pages with her fingers. This felt like a dream. A spell to stop death, Hogwarts School of Magic, Draco… None of this could be real.

"Are you lost?" At first Rora didn't hear him. Then he cleared his throat. "Excuse me, you're Aurora King, aren't you?"

Rora looked up to meet the stunning green eyes of dark haired boy. He looked nervous as she took in his features. He had a strong jaw, bed-head hair, and he was just as tall as Draco, about 6 feet, but with a little bigger build. With a start, she realized that she was being rude.

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm Aurora. How did you know?"

"I think everybody knows your name by now," the dark haired boy said with a laugh. But her confused look told him the humour was lost on her. "and we share the same Potions class."

"Oh." She was blushing a little. He was very handsome. She noticed that many Hogwarts boys carried that trait.

"Would you like to join us for lunch?" He motioned to Ron and Hermione, who were both standing a few yards away by a pillar, watching her cautiously.

"Yeah sure! Snape called Draco away, but he'll be right out in a minu-"

"What do you want Potter?" Draco made his way over to them both and stared Harry down with daggers in his eyes. "Can't keep your hands off of something that's mine, can you?" Rora's mouth dropped. Why was he being so rude?

"Draco, stop! He just asked us to join him for lunch, that's all."

"Actually, no Aurora, I asked you to join me for lunch." He crossed his arms in defiance at Draco's livid stance.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you meant the both of us. I'll have to get a rain check then." She clasped Draco's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Maybe another day." There was obviously some serious history between Draco and Harry. She didn't mean to agitate him.

"I'm glad to have met you Aurora." He paid special attention to her name, making it sound even lovelier than it normally did. Draco clenched his fists to keep from punching him in the face.

"The same." She said with a nod. She felt bad for being rude to Harry, but Draco was her primary concern. He was already so upset. She could see it.

Harry walked back to his friends, giving Rora and Draco one final glance as he rounded the corner. Rora turned her attention to the man beside her. His face was twisted in a tortured anger, he was standing with his feet apart, in fighting position, and his sleeves were rolled up, although he had done that in class. The sight of such an aggressive Draco would have turned her on if it wasn't for her worry.

"Draco, relax. What's the matter?" She put a hand on his chest and wished she could kiss him. She was too afraid. She didn't know him well enough to predict his reaction if she tried to lock lips with him at his current level of fury. "Dra-"

"What did he say to you?"

"What?"

"While I was inside, what did he say to you?"

"Um, nothing. He came up and asked if I was lost." Draco barked a laugh.

"He knew you were with me. Cheeky fucker."

"Draco, stop. What's the matter with you? You're acting like he fucking felt me up or something." A look of shock passed over his face. He had never heard her swear before.

He liked it.

He grabbed her hand and hurriedly made their way to their tower. By now, Aurora was used to being pulled around like this. She took it all in stride, hoping that he would calm down and tell her what was wrong with him. Spotting the staircase a few feet away triggered an internal groan. As much as she loved running, climbing the world's tallest free-standing structure was not on her agenda this morning. Nevertheless, she raced with him, sprinting every few steps to keep up. The books in her arms felt like slabs of marble and she had to stop.

"Draco…" her breathing was laboured, as was his. "…wait." He had forgotten about her books. Mentally kicking himself, he took the burden off of her like a gentleman and put them on the steps. She fell onto a stair and leaned back, closing her eyes.

Draco couldn't look away.

He sat down behind her and she leaned into his chest, taking a deep breath. His hands ran through her hair and he breathed in the fragrant scent of her body. She was beautiful to all 5 of his senses. Rora turned in his arms and met his guarded stare.

"Gosh. I can't get over your eyes." He looked away in awkward shyness, but played it off as confusion. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing." he replied.

"I'm sorry, would you like me to tell you your eyes look like a stormy winter day? The kind that's bad enough to make driving a drag, but not not bad enough to cancel school?" Draco laughed. "Would that be a better image?"

"You're a nut, you know that?"

"A nut who's wondering what happened back there…" She murmered. He sighed and played with her fingers. Then, for some reason, he imagined Harry's hand playing with hers the same way and his body went rigid with fury again. Rora couldn't take it anymore. "Okay, what's happening?" No more beating around the bush. "What's your problem with that green-eyed guy?" Draco's rage crackled in his chest.

"You noticed the colour of his eyes?"

"Of course! I wasn't talking to the back of his head."

"You wouldn't understand…"

"Then make me." Draco wasn't blind. He knew that Harry was as appealing to the opposite sex as Draco was himself. But in place of his wealth and purity of blood, Harry had celebrity and title of 'the Chosen One'. It sickened him. It sickened him to see the way girls ogled at him when he wasn't looking, and how Harry pretended to be oblivious. Not that Draco was insecure with himself in any way. He knew he was just as appetizing. He just couldn't stand the thought of competing for Aurora, when he had already claimed her. She was his. If Harry had any honour whatsoever, he'd stay away from her.

Rora sighed to herself. She wasn't getting anywhere with this.

"You know," she started, "looking into your eyes, I can see a guy who isn't very trusting by nature." She snuggled up closer to him as he looked away. Being read was an extremely uncomfortable phenomenon that Draco was not accustomed to. He fidgeted as she continued.

"So?"

"I'm not sure who did what to you, or when, to make you so closed-off and guarded, but I won't push this Harry thing until you want to talk about it." Draco listened intently as the girl before him spoke like a woman.

He found himself thanking Dumbledoor, once again, for handcuffing him and putting him in Aurora's ward. That's what he was now; the willing prisoner of the baffling creature before him.

"Is that fair? I mean, I'm curious, obviously. But you'll tell me when you trust me, won't you?" She interwined her fingers with his. "When you're ready?"

Draco leaned down and kissed her lovingly. He kissed her with more meaning and conviction than he had ever kissed a girl before. Rora twisted around in his arms and climbed onto him, pushing him back on the stairs. She pulled back and grinned as she decided to tease him, seeing as how they had the entire lunch period for themselves. Draco slid his fingers under her shirt and grazed her belly, making her shudder hard. Rora grabbed his shirt to brace her body against his stroking. His fingers ran across her waist and up and down her back. She shivered and sighed at his gentle assault. Draco was making her body a tangle of nerves in a way that she had never felt before. For the first time, she wanted her breasts to be touched for some reason. Her nipples felt sensitive and she wanted to grind against something. Against Draco. She tried it. An electric current buzzed deep in her belly and she gasped.

Draco watched the emotions play across her face like food-colouring mixing in underwater clouds. Confusion, anticipation, wonder, and confusion again. She bit her lip as the electricity left her wired. Her breathing was hard and fast and her body was tightly wound. Draco couldn't understand her behaviour. He was as hard as hell, but she was acting like she had never felt this before.

He tossed his thoughts aside. This beautiful girl was leaning over him, his hands were under her shirt, and she was struggling to breath. He was in heaven. He pushed himself up into her and she wimpered, grabbing onto his uniform for dear life. The pleasure of seeing her like this was overwhelming. He ground himself up into her again and this time she did the same. Draco's eyes rolled back into his head as she jerked in small circular motions on his body. She held her breath as she moved on him and felt her tummy tighten. She didn't know what was happening, but Draco was touching her breasts now and she didn't want him to stop. He skillfully unfastened the buttons of her shirt and ran his thumb over her nipples, eliciting a painfully beautiful sound from her lips. She almost choked with the pleasure and ground harder into him. Her smooth thrusts became jerky movements as she felt the pleasure become unbearable. Her head fell back as she sped up and Draco struggled to keep his lips shut. He didn't want to make a sound in fear of missing her gasps and sighs of delight. She forgot to breath and felt dizzy.. or was that the pleasure? After a few more moments of beautiful friction against his body, Aurora felt a damn break, and she cried out at the unimaginable pleasure. Draco watched her cum. He smiled to himself as he propelled her into white, hot ecstasy and heard the sounds of a girl writhing in her orgasm.

Draco's heart was singing. Rora was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

She struggled to keep a grip on conciousness. After a few moments on Draco's chest, Rora took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She suddenly felt sleepy, but didn't understand why.

"Rora?" He murmered. He was pleased as hell that he had gotten her off but it seemed that she was done now, even though he had not yet had his pleasure. "Rora." He stroked her hair and tried not to chuckle when he realized that she was asleep. She snuggled deeper into his chest and moaned. About half an hour of their lunch break had already been killed, which meant he had another half an hour to get rid of his hard on. Obviously Rora wasn't going to be any help.

Being sexually frustrated seemed to be pasttime nowadays.

He glanced down to Rora, where he was still stroking her hair. The silky waves of jet black felt so soft to the touch. He ran his fingers through again and again and wondered what it would feel like to have her hair graze his chest when she rode him for real. He shivered, and chided himself. Thoughts of fucking Rora were not helping his situation.