Trying to write this chapter in time for the movie release! Looks like I missed it haha. SAW HARRY POTTER SEVEN. LIFE FOREVER CHANGED.

But I thought it strayed from the book too much in the end. Oh wells.

LOVED IT ANYWAY, especially my main man Draco Malfoy.

So please review and recommend to all your Potter fans, and I'd greatly appreciate it.

Your love and devotion to "Stuck" inspires to me continue it!

So here we go.

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A clashing mixture of rage, confusion, and pain rippled through Ariadne's body. Draco deliberately was doing this to anger her. She tore her gaze away from the kissing couple and looked to Wyvern, who looked shocked.

"How could he do that?" she hissed. Ariadne laughed, a barking, unfunny sound, and rose abruptly to storm out of the Great Hall. Wyvern stood also and said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!" the silver-haired Slytherin scooped up her bag and hurried after her blonde friend, who stepped right up to Pansy and extended her middle finger.

"Up yours, pug face." Before the ugly girl could respond, Ariadne kicked open the Great Hall doors and walked through. The Hall was stunned into silence. All eyes flicked from Ariadne's exit to Pansy's face, which burned hot with humiliation. Applause and loud cheering resulted from the blonde's verbal strike. It reduced Pansy to loud, blubbering tears that only increased the hilarity. Draco looked thoroughly displeased and excused himself, heading after Ariadne and Wyvern. Once he caught up to Wyvern, she nearly shoved her aside and hurried to stop Ariadne.

"Hey, wanker! Leave her alone!" Wyvern straightened her black tie and stomped after the boy. Draco flipped her the bird and spat, "I don't have time for filthy blood traitors. As far as I'm concerned, your blood is muddier than Granger's." Wyvern almost dropped her wand. It was as if she'd been electrocuted. Sure she got guff for her blood traitor brothers, but the blood that ran through the girl's veins was pure nevertheless. Her father was a Death Eater, one of Lucius' old Slytherin friends!

She couldn't understand what her friend Ariadne could see in that heartless prat. The spoiled boy who knew nothing but getting his way and torturing others. "I'm sure mummy would hate to hear her precious Draco speak so poorly to a girl!" Wyvern knew her comeback was weak, but it was all her mind could come up with during her moment of pain. Draco didn't even bother with a response. Wyvern, wounded and defeated, retreated back into the Great Hall to sit with Ellie and try to explain to the inquisitive first year what love truly meant and how sometimes people who were afraid of their feelings reacted to such situations. The mousy haired girl merely stared with confused brown eyes.

"Wyvern, if Draco and Ariadne like each other, then why don't they just admit it?" Wyvern stopped her confusing lecture and her mouth fell open involuntarily. She was then thankful for young children. They could see past the frivolous complications that older people put themselves through and peer straight into the answer.

It was right there, so close yet just out of reach.

"If those two idiots can't figure it out, I'm not sure who can." with a roll of her green eyes and a laugh the two girls shared, the conversation was over and they resumed their meal.

Ariadne had one only one place she wanted to be right now. At home, with her Mum and Dad. She missed them sorely and they had stopped writing to her. She wondered what sort of mission the Dark Lord had sent them on. But her one wish could not be granted, as there was no way she could leave Hogwarts and come home. And to make things worse, Winter holiday was just a week or two away. That meant she would be staying with the Malfoys. Ariadne threw open the front door and marched towards the Quidditch Pitch. Maybe she could summon her broom and fly out of the stupid git's reach. She was quite aware of his presence fifty yards behind her, but this didn't break her step once. Ariadne merely pointed her wand in no particular direction and muttered, "Lumos." Night was falling fast. As she walked she pulled gob after gob of mashed potatoes from her hair. If it turned greasy from the butter and fat she would murder Blaise.

"Accio broom!" Ariadne whispered. Her trusty broomstick sailed from an open window and into her hand. She waited until Draco closed the distance between them before she kicked off the ground and into the air. The moon rose bright and full over the eastern horizon.

"Nocturne! Damn you, get down here!"

"No!" she called back. "I didn't know you were into bestiality, Draco! But I'm sure your dear parents will be supportive of whatever their little Drakie cares about!" Draco's hands curled into taut fists. From Ariadne's perch twenty feet above him, she thought she could see a vein in his forehead bulge.

"You shut your mouth about my parents!" he snarled. Ariadne raised a brow and retorted, "And why should I? We both know your mother wanted a daughter." The blonde girl knew this was a low blow, but she didn't give a rat's arse. Narcissa adored her, and Draco knew it. His face flashed hot scarlet in the white moonlight. He opened his mouth to bite back but insults never came. She could have imagined it, but she thought she saw his lip quiver slightly. Oh, no.

"What do I have to do to get your attention, Ariadne?" his words were hardly audible, but they struck her like lightning. Involuntarily she floated down closer to him, trying to understand what he was saying.

"Do I have to make you jealous by dating idiot girls like Parkinson? Just so you'd notice me?"

"Don't give me that rubbish, Malfoy. You looked quite satisfied when you were playing tonsil hockey with her."

"Tonsil…hockey?"

"Making out! Snogging! Kissing! Learn something, for Merlin's sake!" she scolded, annoyed.

"Shut up! I don't need this!" Draco turned to leave.

"So, running from a fight are we? WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF, DRACO ?" her challenge was audacious—her wand was stuffed in her robes, and Draco's was clenched in his pale fist. She knew he could turn on her in an instant.

"I never wanted to come to this disgusting school." he began with an even voice. "I was supposed to go to Durmstrang. They don't allow mudbloods there. I'd learn more about the Dark Arts than I ever would in this stupid institution! But no, my Mum didn't want me so far from home."

"And you're upset because your mother loves you? Do you not realize I've had to fight for my mother's praise? Ever since my brother was killed, her attitude towards me has worsened exponentially. Crete was her favorite, not me! Your mother worships you. My mother gives me money instead of love. So you tell me how horrible your life is, Draco, with parents who love you, an unbroken family, money, and a fantastic school!" The tears ran freely now, and she sunk to the ground unceremoniously. Her broom rolled away in the dewy grass.

"I had..I had no idea." Draco said solemnly. Ariadne shrugged and turned away. She wouldn't give Draco the satisfaction of seeing her cry. Minutes that seemed like hours stretched between them. She dared to look over her shoulder and found that Draco was staring at her. The moon, which had now risen to almost its apex, threw his pointed features into brilliant relief—and she was sure he was staring at her runny make up and puffy red eyes.

"Don't look at me." she pleaded in a small voice. "I'm hideous." A small sob shook her chest and she buried herself in her own long hair. She heard grass shift and sensed Draco beside her. His body gave off a warm radiance in the December heat. He said nothing, he only reached across her brow and pulled back the hair that was sticky with tears. She expected his fingers to be rough, but his touch was surprisingly gentle.

"You're wrong, Ariadne. I know your parents love you. I've seen it. And you're not hideous, either." she looked at him with those slate-blue eyes and he saw Ariadne clearly for the first time. Yes, in the common room he had admitted that he needed her in his life, but never before that moment did he realize why.

She was gorgeous, every man's downfall, but that wasn't even part of it. In those eyes Draco saw every emotion. Love, pain, fear, understanding, any feeling one could imagine could be seen in those eyes. As a person, she could speak from her heart and see past the trivial things Draco focused so intently on. He envied her ability to care for others freely, to have the heart to sacrifice herself for things she believed in.

Draco felt he didn't possess such altruism. He firmly believed she would try her hardest for his happiness, if he had asked for it.

In that moment, the moment that seemed to change Draco's opinion of her forever, Ariadne reached out to rest her cold hand on his cheek. Her skin was soft, and the touch was filled with love. Draco ordinarily would slap her hand away, fearing that this touch would lead to a strike, but he sensed no danger.

"Why would you ever kiss Pansy like that?" she asked. Her voice was colored with sadness and Draco cringed inwardly.

"I wanted to make you jealous—I thought I told you that." Draco chuckled nervously; he was caught red-handed and didn't want to seem embarrassed by it. The girl's hand dropped from the boy's face and she looked away. He could see the disappointment etched clearly onto her features.

"Come on, Ariadne…how could you blame me?" she looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"It was a crap move, Malfoy." her words were harsh and unforgiving. Draco felt her reserve slipping. He was going to lose this battle once more. "You're such a git. For a moment or two I think you're actually comforting me, but all you want to do is make me jealous. Envy is a terrible feeling .It ruins the best of people, it turns them into selfish, loathsome monsters." Her slate-blue eyes, if they could, would flash a brilliant green. Tonight she was the Green-Eyed-Monster.

"No, Ari, please—"

"Don't call me Ari!" she interrupted. "That's reserved for one person only! And now he's in Durmstrang." Draco blushed slightly.

"I was always envious of Taminama. Since the first day we were sorted into Slytherin." Ariadne found she could not speak. She remembered that day clearly.

It was the first day she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Little Ariadne practically skipped out of the train and towards the enormous man who was beckoning the first years. He would later be known as Hagrid, the Hogwarts Gamekeeper. She stood next to a bushy-haired girl clutching a copy of "Hogwarts, A History" and began talking with her about sorting and whatnot.

"I'd love to be in Gryffindor," the girl named Hermione said excitedly. "I'm a muggle-born, but that shouldn't matter! I've read up on each house, and from what I've heard Gryffindor seems to be my favorite!" It didn't mean a thing that Ariadne's new acquaintance was a muggle-born. The thought that it might mean something different never crossed her mind.

"My entire family for as long as I can remember has been in Slytherin. My older brother Crete is a fifth year Slytherin this year!" she replied.

Ron Weasley, and next to him was Harry Potter. Ariadne was quite familiar with the boy celebrity—her parents discussed him constantly.

"Dark wizards or not, Slytherin doesn't seem to be a terrible house!" Hermione snapped.

"You-know-Who was a Slytherin!" Ron told her. Hermione shrugged and looked to Ariadne.

"Slytherins are supposed to be intelligent and ambitious." she smiled at her new friend, who shyly smiled back.

"And what if I was put in Slytherin? Not all Slytherins have to be bad!" Ariadne said. The conversation was cut as they were next in line for the boats. She entered a boat with Hermione and a few other first years.

Once the entire group was in the Great Hall, she found her way to the front of the group. There stood Draco. Ariadne rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, but it was too late.

"Well well well. Ariadne Nocturne. Let's hope for your sake you're put in Slytherin." he sneered. Ariadne stuck her tongue out and started to walk away. She ran smack into an Asian-looking wizard.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" Ariadne blushed. The Asian boy stared at Ariadne with multi-colored eyes. It was obvious his left eye was blind—its entire surface was a cloudy shade of electric blue. The other was brown.

"I didn't see you coming. Don't worry about it! My name is Hiro Taminama. From what I heard, you're Ariadne Nocturne?" Ariadne smiled and heard Draco being called to be sorted. The hat didn't even have to touch his head before the hat screamed, "Slytherin!"

From his new seat at the Slytherin table, Draco could not focus on anything other than Hiro and Ariadne. They seemed to hit it off the moment she ran into him. They both were sorted into Slytherin—and they whispered to each other the entire first dinner.

Draco didn't even touch his food.

"Don't you see? Every day guys come up to me and ask me how they can get a date with you. Theodore Nott won't ever shut up about you. Not to mention Blaise faking the Amortentia experiment. It's maddening for me!"

"Why?"

"Because every new guy that thinks has a chance with you puts you one step away from me."

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