Note: I hope you are enoying this story. Again, I only own the muggle characters of this fanfiction. Harry Potter characters are all from the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 5

9:26 a.m., Muggle Studies Classroom, Hogwarts.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting at their usual table waiting for class to begin. Draco was nowhere to be seen. Harry yawned.

"I bet we get to make our schedules today," Hermione said. Ron shrugged.

"Who cares? It's going to be awful no matter what," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh Ronald, it won't be that bad," Hermione said while rolling her eyes at him.

"You saw the way she acted last night! She threw a bloody crystal ball at the wall!" Ron reminded her.

"Can't really blame her," Harry added. Hermione frowned and agreed.

"It was bloody brilliant the way she put Malfoy in his place though," Ron laughed. The other two joined him.

"What was that Weasley?" Draco angrily asked walking toward the three's table. Ron and Hermione glared at him while Harry stood up and turned to face him.

"We were just reminiscing on how Vixen stepped all over your inflated ego, Malfoy," Harry taunted. Draco narrowed his eyes and stopped in front of Harry.

"Take your seats, please! With your groups, quickly now!" Burbage said scurrying into the room, followed by the muggles. All fifteen went to their group of Hogwarts students.

Vixen walked over to her groups table and looked at all of their faces. Hermione smiled, Ron yawned, Harry smiled, and Draco looked at her with a blank expression. Vixen put her hands in her jean pockets.

"Good morning Vixen! Sleep well?" Hermione asked in an upbeat tone.

"I guess," she replied lifting her shoulders and letting them drop quickly. Hermione's smile faded.

"Thank God it's dressed this time," Draco scoffed. Vixen looked at him and glared.

"Pity. I thought you may have found some brain cells to bring with you today," Vixen replied. Ron snorted from holding in a laugh.

Draco scrunched his nose up and rolled his eyes. Vixen looked around the table, noticing there wasn't a chair for her. Instead of asking for one, she crawled on top of the table and sat with her legs crossed, facing the four Hogwarts students.

"So what's up today?" Vixen asked uninterested, examining her fingernails that were painted black.

"Group 6, here's your schedule for your examination," Burbage said placing a piece of parchment onto the table beside Vixen.

"Wait, we don't get to make them?" Harry asked.

"Sorry Mr. Potter, but no. Dumbledore made these schedules for you. Now I need to hand the rest of these out. Start researching your muggle," she replied walking away from the group. Vixen crossed her arms over her chest and gave Burbage's back a repulsed look.

"I have a name, you know," Vixen said loudly. Burbage turned around and looked at the young girl.

"My apologies Miss Charm," she apologized before continuing to walk to another table.

Draco would never admit it, but he was impressed. This girl had some guts to get cocky with a professor who could easily turn her into a toad. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table top.

"So, Vixen. Where are you from?" Hermione asked.

"You can call me Vixie if you want. Or Vix, doesn't matter. But I'm from a lot of places. Born in Ohio, have houses in New York, Ohio, Vermont, and Georgia," Vixen said. Draco perked up.

"You have four homes? So you're wealthy then?" Draco asked. Vixen glared at him, obviously still angry with him.

"My father is. Not me," she said. She brushed her bangs out of her face with her right hand.

"Won't you inherit the money?" Harry questioned. Vixen laughed.

"I could care less. Money is nothing to me. All I need is a good time and I'm happy," she said leaning back on her arms with her legs still crossed.

"What's a good time for you?" Ron asked almost afraid of the answer.

"Oh you know, trading human slaves, letting wild animals out of the zoo, stealing cars, the usual," she said. The other four's eyes widened. Vixen laughed.

"Kidding! Man, you should have seen your faces. Although after last night I guess it would make sense. But mostly I like to star gaze, take walks, listen to music...," Vixen said holding up a finger for each thing she mentioned.

"Hate to interrupt this great time, but does anyone else want to see the schedule?" Draco asked holding up the parchment they had received earlier. They all nodded.

"Tonight until next Friday morning, Granger gets to baby-sit. The next week is Weasley, then Potter, and then myself," Draco said reading out loud. Vixen watched everyone's faces drop.

"My Divination exam is this coming Thursday!" Hermione worriedly said.

"My Quidditch match against Hufflepuff is during my week1" Harry complained.

"My mum and dad are visiting me during mine!" Ron cried.

"Well aren't you all lucky," Draco laughed mocking them. The three glared at him, while Vixen sat quiet and bored.

"Why? What plans does your arrangement interfere with?" Harry asked angrily. Draco leaned back in his chair and smirked.

"Not one thing," he cockily said.

"If it matters, I'd rather ruin his plans instead of all of yours," Vixen said pointing at Draco. Draco folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Draco! Draco darling? Why is that muggle pointing at you in such a manner?" Pansy asked rushing to Draco's seat, scrunching her nose up at Vixen.

"Pansy, go away," Draco replied not even looking at her. She kept her eyes on Vixen.

"Absolutely not! I'm so sorry you're stuck here with them," Pansy said nodding her head in the direction of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Vixen.

"Shove off, Parkinson," Ron said to her. Vixen cocked an eyebrow at the black haired girl.

"Apparently nobody is thrilled about you being over here. Maybe you should listen and go," Vixen said pushing herself off of the table.

"Excuse me? I know that you are not ordering me around, muggle," Pansy replied walking closer to Vixen. Vixen advanced toward Pansy as well.

"Uh, yeah actually. I am. I think it's in your best interest to do what I told you, girl," Vixen replied, eyes narrowed. Draco watched quietly.

The two were now standing with maybe only half a foot of space between them. Vixen may have been an inch or two taller than Pansy, but their eyes were locked on each other.

The physical differences were hard to ignore. Pansy had a very light complexion with her black hair cut into a short bob that was neatly styled. Vixen's platinum locks were longer, with choppy layers overlapping one another. Judging from how angry the two were getting, Draco was predicting a fight to occur.

"Naturally, Pansy would put up a good fight. I mean, she is a Slytherin after all. But this muggle has a sharp tongue, and could be more ill-mannered than I realize," Draco thought to himself, trying to decide who would be named victorious after a fight.

"Pansy just leave!" Hermione said walking up to Vixens side. She touched her shoulder

lightly, and Vixen turned to look at her.

"It's not worth it," Hermione whispered. Vixen looked back at Pansy, eyeing her up and down.

Vixen let out an angry sigh and turned around to walk back to her seat on top of the table. Hermione smiled and returned to her seat. However, Pansy had now pulled her wand out.

"Cruc-," Pansy started to say before a bright blue light knocked her wand out of her hand.

Vixen turned around quickly to see Draco pointing what must have been a wand at a now startled Pansy.

"Draco!" Pansy screamed angrily. He stood up and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her into the hallway outside of the classroom.

"Bloody hell...," Ron said noticeably startled.

10:02 a.m., Hallway, Hogwarts

Draco released Pansy's arm once the two were in the hallway and far from the classroom. Draco ran one hand through his pale hair and placed the other in his pants pocket. Pansy crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. The two stared at one another in silence briefly.

"Do you realize what you almost did back there?" Draco angrily asked. Pansy remained quiet.

"Well? Do you?" Draco asked more frustrated with her.

"I just wanted to put her in her place," Pansy explained.

"By using one of the unforgivable curses? And in class no less!" Draco yelled. Pansy stiffened.

"It's not a big deal!" Pansy retorted.

"Not a big deal? Are you bloody kidding me!" Draco screamed. She was starting to make him angry.

"Draco. I appreciate you caring about me so much to stop me from ruining my life," Pansy said smiling and walking close to him. Draco extended his hand to stop her from coming up to him any closer.

"Let me make this very clear for you, Pansy. I do not care about you. You showed how childish you are a few minutes ago. I'm above that. I'm above you," Draco said through clenched teeth. Pansy's eyes widened.

Draco walked around her and started back toward the door to Muggle Studies. Pansy was extremely hurt by Draco's words. Fighting back tears, she turned and balled her fists.

"Blood traitor!" she yelled. Draco stopped walking. He looked over his shoulder.

"What did you just say?" he asked. She sniffed.

"It's true, isn't it? You stopped me to save that muggle," Pansy angrily said, tears forming in her eyes. Draco snorted.

"Get real, Parkinson. I could care less about what happens to that muggle. But when some stupid little girl tries to throw around unforgivable curses because she is insecure about herself, it's my job to get involved," he reminded her.

"When Voldemort sees what you've become, you won't be his prized possession anymore," she threatened. Draco glared at her and angrily strode toward her.

Pansy was frightened and backed up. Draco stopped advancing when she was backed up against the wall with him inches from her. Her eyes darted back and forth, looking into his cold icy blue ones.

"I am Voldemort's golden boy Pansy. I'll serve him until he no longer needs me too. Until that day, you should watch how you speak to me. But you know what? Don't speak to me anymore. I'm over you and your theatrics. I've out grown you, Parkinson. Now compose yourself. You were always ugly when you cried," Draco coldly said leaving Pansy and walking back into Muggle Studies.

"This isn't over, Draco," Pansy whispered as he disappeared into the classroom.

10:14 a.m., Muggle Studies Classroom, Hogwarts

Draco was now back inside the classroom and away from Pansy. He regained his composure and started back toward his assigned group. He was surprised to see them gathering their belongings.

"He's back," Vixen said to Hermione. Hermione and the other two boys turned to see Draco.

Hermione was furious with handed her stack of books to Ron and quickly walked over to raised an eyebrow.

"A word, Malfoy," Hermione angrily said to him. The two walked to an empty area of the classroom.

"You need to keep Pansy under control! Are you aware of what could have happened a few moments ago?" Hermione angrily explained with her voice nothing more than a whisper.

"Pansy is not mine to worry about, Granger. And of course I know what could have happened. But it would have been a blessing in disguise. No more Pansy, and no more muggle," Draco responded, also whispering.

"I will not allow you to come between me and my grade, Malfoy. So for now, keep your Death Eater ways under control!" she said walking away from him. Draco's eyes widened.

"There's no way that she knows. She has to be assuming I'm a Death Eater," Draco nervously thought to himself.

"Well Vixen, it's our week together as of now. And right now, we are going to be late for Divination," Hermione said taking her books from Ron.

"Let's go then," Vixen sighed. Hermione, Vixen, Harry and Ron left the classroom. Draco remained still until he was completely alone in the room.

"I need to put my plan into action to get rid of these muggles,"

Draco thought. He then grabbed his books and began walking to his next class, Potions.