A/N: Hey back again with another chapter of my life...I mean Raven's life lol. By the way I do NOT own the OC character Gwen Lewis, she belongs to my best friend morbid-smile, but I am writing her into my story as a sub-plot with Marcus Flint, who does NOT have jacked up teeth but will in fact be awesome to look at. Anyone who does not like that new version of him can suck it mwahahaha lmao.

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Raven found herself walking alone through the castle, night had already fallen, and the only light were the dim, flickering candles. The shadows projected off of them cast strange patterns and shapes along the walls and floor. The only sounds were of her footsteps echoing in the dark emptiness. She felt jumpy and ill at ease as she seemed to walk without any real purpose in mind, wondering where everyone was. It was like all traces of human life had up and left. Ahead of her she heard what sounded like a second pair of footsteps. When she stopped, whoever it was did also. She squinted into the low light, her throat closing in fear.

"H-hello? Is anyone there?" she stammered out. Raven waited, but she wasn't granted an answer. She took several tentative steps forward then faltered, finally seeing a dark man-like figure standing motionless, his back to her. Her heart raced as she stretched out a hand to touch the person's arm. As soon as her fingers brushed the fabric of his shirt, he slowly turned his head to look at her. It was Blaise. She drew her hand back, a cold sweat breaking across her skin. Something felt very wrong. Almost evil.

"Blaise, what's going on? Has something happened?" He just continued to look at her over his shoulder; his eyes were empty yet filled with some kind of hidden meaning.

"Answer me! What the hell is up with you?" she nearly screamed, her damp hands clutching the sides of her robes. He merely smiled and turned his head back, taking off again down the corridor. Against her better judgment, she hurried after him, figuring it was better than being left alone. Every time she came near, his pace quickened, her questions falling on deaf ears. He became faster and faster and to keep pace she had to run. As he glided around a corner he slid a frightening grin to her, although his eyes remained dead. She rounded the corner after him even though she knew it was a bad idea.

"Blaise, dammit, why won't you-"she stopped, her eyes nearly bugging from her head. It was a dead end and Blaise wasn't the only one here. A girl with long inky black hair was cowering on the ground, her face in her hands. At the sound of their arrival, the obviously distraught girl looked up and screamed as she saw who was with Raven.

"Get him away from me!" she yelled, pointing a shaking finger at Blaise.

(Oh my god. It can't be…she looks like…me.) Raven thought, horrified. Within seconds she was against the wall, the duplicate Raven vanishing.

"She is you." Blaise corrected, his smile morphing into a cruel slash of his lips. He raised his fist, hints of red flaming deep in his irises. Raven slid to the floor, knowing what was to come, watching his balled up instrument of pain rocketing towards her face. She screamed.

Hands grabbed Raven's shoulders, shaking her roughly. She fought back desperately, thinking if she didn't, she'd surely die.

"Raven! Snap out of it! RAVEN!" yelled a female voice, piercing into her consciousness. Raven's eyes popped open, her lungs gasping for air. At first she couldn't register the face that was hovering over hers, but slowly her vision cleared and she blinked up into concerned hazel eyes. Plump cherry lips smiled in relief down at her.

"Thank god. I thought you'd never stop that racket." Raven reached her hands up to rub away the remnants of her sleep induced nightmare. She looked over at the gorgeous girl sitting at the end of her bed, a familiar curtain of glossy chestnut curls framing the sides of a smooth, porcelain face, large hazel eyes sporting long feathery lashes, a straight nose leading to a full pouty mouth, and curves to make any gay man or straight woman rethink their sexuality.

"Gwen? Is that really you?" Raven whispered, not daring to believe it just yet. The girl let out a bubbly laugh.

"Of course it's me you goose. I told you to expect me didn't I?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. Raven screamed, but for a completely different reason, leaping at her best friend to wrap her in a tight hug. Gwen returned the gesture just as fiercely.

"Damn, you need to leave me more often if this is the kind of action I get when we're reunited." She teased Raven. The Ravenclaw leaned back and grinned.

"When did you get here? What time is it? When will you know what house you're in? Wait, how did you even get in here?" Raven rushed, questions vomiting from her mouth like a sprinkler system. Gwen held up her hands in an attempt to dam the flow.

"Whoa, slow down there turbo, I just got here. It's like eight in the morning if you must know. As for my house I've been placed in Slytherin. Hey did they make you put on a ridiculous hat too, or is that just a running joke around here?" Raven snored with laughter.

"Naw man, that hat's legit. I had to do it too." She assured her skeptical friend.

"Good to know. As for how I got in here, do you have to ask? I mean look at this ass." Gwen said standing up and comically pointing at her behind.

"The boy I asked out there didn't stand a chance." She finished. Raven rolled her eyes, throwing her pillow at Gwen who caught it.

"So what was that dream about?" she asked. Raven averted her eyes wondering how much to tell her.

"Um, I don't recall." Gwen blew air through her lips.

"Pffft, bullshit. I can tell when you're lying." Raven sighed.

"I…uh…dreamt about the Beauxbatons Headmistress giving me a spanking." She lied. Gwen burst out laughing.

"Oh shit, that is horrid. Kind of kinky too." She quipped. Raven dropped back on her bed throwing an arm over her eyes.

"You're impossible." Gwen chuckled.

"You love me. Now as much as I enjoy seeing you in your naughty nightwear, get dressed and show me around this joint, will you?" Gwen demanded while walking over to Raven's trunk, rummaging around inside it to throw clothes at her. Raven gave her friend a sarcastic salute.

"Your wish is my command."

Raven spent several hours taking Gwen around on a guided tour of Hogwarts and of the grounds outside. They ran into many people Raven knew, who introduced them to the new big bad wolf on campus. Needless to say, Gwen was making quite the impression with her flamboyant attitude and saucy wardrobe which today she had decided to be dressed in a black leather corset and skirt, with fishnets reaching down into her combat boots.

"I think I'm gonna like this place." Said Gwen, currently giving a little finger wave to a cute sixth year Gryffindor boy, who blushed bright red and scurried away.

"What happened back in France, anyway?" asked Raven as they made their way down to the pitch. Gwen gave a little shrug and a delicate sniff.

"Remember that Fleur chick? Well she got a nice taste of the Bat Bogey Hex. I don't know…between that and the Great Pixie Incident, that if I recall was your idea, Maxine had had enough of me." She said giving Raven a poke in the ribs.

"Ouch," complained Raven, rubbing at the sore spot, "if I recall, it was just a joke that you decided to put in action, which got me thrown out!"

"Apples and oranges." Gwen said, completely blasé about the whole matter. Raven gave her an exasperated grin, letting the issue go as they slipped past the entrance, stepping onto the Quidditch field.

"Fuck." Raven said stopping, causing Gwen to knock into her.

"Hey what the hell?" Gwen asked, but Raven shushed her.

"The Slytherin team is practicing right now." Raven said, flinging a hand in their direction. It looked like it was in full swing too; the chasers were zooming around, one of them playing a sort of keep away with a rubber ball, the beaters though doing nothing, were still flying, Malfoy streaked through the sky doing loops and flips, and a very pissed off looking Marcus chucking the quaffle at a very flustered looking Terence Higgins.

"What's the problem?" Gwen questioned, not knowing what the big deal was.

"I hate them. They think they rule the school, above everyone else, and if that doesn't convince you that they suck, they're also hung up on prejudices against…well…" Raven trailed off, clearing her throat awkwardly. Gwen raised her eyebrows at her.

"Mud-bloods." She stated more than asked. Raven ran a hand through her hair, looking at the ground.

"Yeah." Gwen laughed.

"Well then they better get over it, because they got me to deal with now." Raven nodded her head in silent agreement.

"Uh oh, I think we've been spotted, my dear." Said Gwen, pointing up at the sky. Raven quickly smacked her friend's hand down.

"Dammit Gwen don't call more attention to us, let's go." Said Raven with urgency, already turning, but it was too late.

"Oi, what do we have here boys? Ah, Trelawney and some other tart that shouldn't be here." Said an arrogant Flint who was swaggering over to the two witches, his team gathered behind him. Gwen put her hands on her hips, tossing her hair back over her shoulders.

"Look dude, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but we'll be here if we want, thanks." She stated, ever confident and cocky. Marcus folded his arms across his chest, one brow raised, and a sneer on his lips.

"I see we have another one who can't keep their pretty little mouth shut. I'll tell you who the fuck I am." He said, letting his arms fall, stalking towards a defiant Gwen like a wolf on a doe. She stood her ground, coolness in her steady gaze. He stopped within inches of her, his large, muscled frame towering above her, making her look up at him.

"I'm the captain of this fucking team. When we're practicing, I own this field and everyone on it, and that includes you if you don't sod off right now." Gwen scoffed in his face.

"Your barbarian act is so cute, do you spend hours practicing on that, because from what I see, your team needs some work. Your keeper is crap, your chasers are uncoordinated, your beaters look like they've been spending their time beating things other than bludgers, and your seeker…makes up for the rest by being quite foxy." She said, winking at Malfoy who was standing off to the side with an aloof expression directed at Raven, who had been trying to ignore him. She tugged at Gwen's arm.

"Gwen let's leave." She urged. Marcus's eyes had darkened dangerously and in a flash he had his wand out, the point pressing into the hollow of Gwen's throat, his face in hers.

"You better listen to your friend, because one more word that slips from that pouty mouth of yours, and you're going to end up on your knees where you belong." His words whispered out in a deep and poisonous flow, his eyes sliding insultingly slow over her face, down her body, pausing at her straining bosom pushing over her corset, then back up. Gwen smirked and with a finger, pushed the point of his wand off of her.

"Ponce." She said, turning her back and walking away, unafraid of any repercussions. Raven quickly followed her not wanting to deal with the group of testosterone driven apes on her own.

"Gwen was it?" Marcus called after her. Gwen stopped and looked over her shoulder.

"The one and only." She replied. Marcus gave her a considering look.

"Since you seem to think we're doing such a crack-up job, be at the pitch at seven tomorrow, seeing as how I need a new keeper. You better have what it takes, Princess." Gwen gave him a sultry smile.

"You're gonna find out." She said while her and Raven strode away back up to the castle.

"Jesus, Gwen, you haven't even been here a day and you've gotten on someone's bad side." Noted Raven, the two girls heading towards the Great Hall for lunch. Gwen's lips lifted in pleasure.

"From what I saw, there was nothing bad about his sides. Mmm." She purred with a bite of her lower lip. Raven looked at her like she had grown two heads.

"You're shitting me. You actually like that big headed git?"

"What can I say? The bad ones always get me hot. I never caught his name though…"

"Marcus Flint." Raven said shortly.

"Mmm Marcus." Gwen cooed, giving a dramatic shiver. Raven slapped her arm.

"Before you get too excited, you should know I knocked the teeth out of his smarmy head a couple weeks ago." Gwen looked at Raven with a bit of shock and interest.

"Oh? What did he do to bring out the ghetto side of you I love so much?"

"He was being nasty to my captain…called her a Mud-blood. So I took him out then shit hit the fan and it became a free for all bar fight so to speak. Not only that but I beat his team last game." Gwen gave her a look of pride and proceeded to give her a high five.

"Nicely done, Rave. I'm glad to hear you haven't become boring since ending up here. As for Marcus, I'm going to show him that whatever Purebloods can do, Mud-bloods do it better…or dirtier depending on if we're talking about Quidditch or sex."

"Gwen!" Raven exclaimed. Her friend looked at her with innocent eyes and then smirked.

"Don't tell me you still haven't gotten your V-card punched. Hasn't it expired yet? Or are you waiting for a formal invitation?" Before Raven could stop her, Gwen looked around, mischief shining in her chocolate mint eyes.

"Oi! Any able wizard willing to take a romp with my friend here? You'll be doing us all a favor!" she yelled, hands cupped around her mouth. Raven screeched, embarrassment flooding in a vibrant tomato hue up her neck to her forehead.

"I'll kill you!" she hissed, both of them receiving strange and alarmed looks from students within hearing distance. Some were snickering, one boy from Ravenclaw giving her an appraising look, a grin on his face. Gwen laughed, not a shred of remorse in that perfect body of hers. Raven glared ferociously at her, picturing herself ripping Gwen's hair out. Slowly.

"Now I know why they put you in Slytherin. You can be such a slag." Gwen puckered her lips at her, giving her an air kiss.

"Darling I'm only trying to help." Raven rolled her eyes.

"Right."

"Have you upset my little goddess?" A voice cut through from behind them. Raven flinched slightly and turned, a smile of greeting on her face. Last night's nightmare flitted through her mind as Blaise snaked an arm around her waist, giving her a kiss. Gwen quirked her brow, hazel eyes inspecting Blaise thoroughly, not missing Raven's small reaction. She set her musings aside for now, putting on her friendliest smile.

"And who is this fine looking boy, Rave? Naughty girl, you've been holding out on some things." She reprimanded teasingly. Raven chuckled, gently extricating herself from Blaise's arms, but linking her fingers through his.

"Gwen, Blaise Zabini, my boyfriend. Blaise, my best friend Gwen Lewis." Raven said, introducing one to the other with a sweep of her hand. Blaise looked Gwen over, giving her a polite yet cool nod.

"Nice to meet such a good friend of Ravens'. It's an honor." Gwen knew he didn't mean it for a second. There was something off about him, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Right back at you. It's nice to see Raven having someone dote on her like she deserves." Blaise looked down at Raven, his gaze considerably warmer, a small smile appearing.

"I'm lucky to have her. I'm glad she's mine." Raven looked up at Blaise, carefully hiding any uncertainty from her eyes, curling her lips into a half-smile. Gwen felt a weird itch of discomfort glancing between Raven and the tall attractive Slytherin.

"Well, hate to break you two love birds up, but Raven, if you'll be so kind as to escort me to lunch…" she trailed off, waiting for her friend to take the hint. Raven nodded and gave Blaise a quick hug.

"I'll see you later okay? Gwen and I were going to eat together, if that's alright?" Blaise schooled his near frown into a neutral expression.

"Go ahead, love. You don't need my permission to hang out with your friends. How about we get together later?" he asked. Raven gave him a look of apology.

"I'd love to but, well, it's Gwen's first day here and we still have a lot of catching up to do." She explained. Blaise's eyes hardened slightly, a contrast to his ready grin. His hand lifted to cup the side of her neck, thumb stroking her softly.

"Alright my little goddess, anything to make you happy." He kissed her on the forehead before walking off down the hall, hands in his pockets.

"Well he seemed…nice, if a bit creepy. He's good-looking though." Commented Gwen. Raven furrowed her brow at her.

"What are you talking about? He's a really great guy." Raven said more to herself than to her friend.

"Yeah I'm sure he is." Gwen said, a strange note in her reassuring reply. Raven frowned at her and she shrugged.

"Don't mind me. I think I'm just getting grumpy from the jet lag."

"France isn't that far away."

"Okay smarty-pants, now are we going to eat or do I have to try and get you laid again?" Raven gave her a warning glare.

"Don't you dare!" she growled. Gwen winked at her.

Then let's get a move on, shall we?"

Gwen was lying on her stomach across her bed, trade-mark lollipop resting in her mouth, flipping through her 175th issue of PlayWitch magazine. It was nearly seven and she knew she had to get down to the pitch for the keeper try-out, but she felt like making the team wait just a little bit longer. She shoved the illicit contraband under her pillow and rolled off the bed to get ready. Gwen rifled through her trunk, making sure to pick an outfit that was completely distracting and inappropriate. She grinned to herself as she slipped on a micro mini green plaid skirt that just barely covered her curvaceous arse, a tight white shirt with the top three buttons undone, and her favorite beat-up combat boots. She fluffed out her long chestnut curls, wondering what Marcus would think, as she flounced her way out of her commons, nodding and smiling at random people; gloating at the fact that their eyes were falling out of their heads.

She made her way down to the Quidditch pitch, a good twenty minutes late no less. She spotted Marcus pacing back and forth in the middle of the field, two brooms lying haphazardly off to the side as if they'd been thrown in frustration. She smiled to herself as she also noted he was very much alone. Marcus hadn't noticed Gwen yet as she silently strolled up to him; he was too busy muttering to himself.

"Where the fuck is she? Bloody little witch, wasting my time. If she just tried to play me, I'm gonna wrap my hands around that slender little neck of hers and-"

"And what? Snog the life out of me?" Gwen asked, breaking into his rambling. He whipped around, an angry scowl on his handsomely strong features. Surprise got the best of him and he couldn't help himself from flicking his dark eyes to her blatantly teasing cleavage, the tops of her green lace bra peeking out, to that sinfully short skirt that left nothing to the imagination; showing off her smooth mile long legs.

"Cat got your tongue…Marcus?" she asked in an alluringly naughty manner. He dragged his eyes back up to hers, his expression still furious.

"Did I stutter when I said precisely 7 p.m. Lewis? Or couldn't your small female brain understand that simple instruction? I shouldn't even allow mud-blood filth to sully my team's reputation…" he trailed off, sneering. Gwen quirked an unfazed brow.

"You will if you plan on winning any time soon. Or is your manhood too threatened by the thought of little old me being…shocker…as good as I say I am?" Marcus said nothing, turning away and bending down to pick up the two twitching brooms from the ground, throwing one of them at Gwen, who had no problem catching it. He straddled his, quaffle under one arm before looking back at her.

"Get your ass up there and put your galleons where your mouth is." He barked out before kicking off into the air. Gwen smirked and followed suit racing after him to the three goal hoops at the end of the field.

For the next hour Marcus worked her hard, putting her through her paces. At first he had tossed the quaffle gently and showing an obvious destination, thinking she'd miss anyway and call an end to this farce. Gwen laughed, catching it and throwing it back each time, heckling him by saying her 83 year old grandmother would have made a better captain. After that he gave no quarter, the quaffle rocketing towards her so fast and randomly that she was sufficiently challenged to keep up. Gwen had kept it from the goals a good ninety percent of the time, secretly impressing Marcus, who finally put an end to the grueling practice. He signaled her with a curt slice of his hand under his chin before lowering his broom to the ground. Gwen followed at a leisurely pace, wanting to catch her breath. When her boots touched grass she sashayed up to him slowly, pride in every step, tossing her broom at him. She cocked her head to the side.

"Well, Flint, did I exceed your expectations or do you need another demonstration?" Marcus curled his lips with disdain.

"You'll have to do I guess until I find someone better." He shot back with insufferable arrogance. Gwen giggled and sidled up to him, impishly patting him on the cheek before passing him by.

"You talk a lot of shit about us witches when it was a girl who kicked your punk ass not once but twice." She threw over her shoulder while walking off, hips shamelessly swaying. She didn't make it far when a hand grasped the back of her shirt, jerking her backwards. A startled peep escaped her lips as the sound of ripping fabric and buttons popping filled the empty space around them. Marcus loomed over her, his face inches from hers. His fist gripped a handful of her tattered shirt just below her exposed chest.

"You just couldn't take your victory and leave well enough alone could you, Princess?" he growled heatedly, his eyes like hot glowing coals. Gwen glared up at him, not taking any more of his shit.

"You've just ruined one of my favorite shirts, prick." She spat. Marcus took some time to view his handiwork.

"I think I've made it look much better. In fact, maybe I should just destroy the rest of this little outfit." He threatened, his other hand gathering up a handful of her skirt. Gwen gasped at his forwardness.

"Don't you fucking do it, Marcus." She hissed. He gave her a leering grin, his eyes narrowing.

"Aww, what's wrong sweetheart, didn't think the game would go this far?" he drawled lazily, playing with her like a cat with a tantalizing little mouse. She tried to claw herself away but to no avail, he had her well and truly trapped.

"I'm done playing today." She said in a no nonsense tone.

"You asked for this." He snarled, yanking her hips into the cradle of his, barely contained violence in his lips as he possessed her mouth, teeth scraping her lower lip, ending in a sharp nip. He ignored her small noise of complaint, opting instead to remove his hand from her shirt to grasp locks of chestnut curls, pulling her head back roughly to run his lips along her throat. Gwen couldn't contain the small moan escaping her lips, every nerve ending coming alive at Flint's touch. He chuckled with male satisfaction over his little hellcat's reaction, savoring the pleasure of her creamy, fragrant skin. His other hand let go of her skirt, fingers sliding up the softness of her thigh to stroke underneath. Then Marcus's thoughts pierced through his haze of lust and he paused.

(Mine? What the fuck am I thinking? This is just some mud-blood bitch you're snogging.) He thought angrily, cursing himself for allowing this sexy slip of a girl shake him up so easily. He let Gwen go so abruptly that she stumbled back a few steps, nearly falling. She was breathless from his unrestrained assault, quivering breasts rising and falling in quick succession, her hazel eyes alight with wild fire. Marcus nearly drowned in the vision such a passionate creature such as herself portrayed. It only served to fuel his hatred of her.

"Lesson learned, Princess. Don't forget it." He ground out, his words hitting her like well placed darts. He pivoted on his heel and stalked off, leaving a trembling Gwen in his wake.

Raven was sitting at her house table in the Great Hall idly poking at her untouched steak and kidney pie with a fork. Every so often she glanced around to check if Gwen had made it in yet. Dinner would be over soon; she should have been here by now. She sighed, setting her fork down, giving up all pretenses of actually eating.

(Maybe I missed her and she's sitting with the Slytherins.)

Raven looked over at said table and scanned the students seated there. No Gwen. She made a final sweep just in case, and almost against her will, she settled on Draco Malfoy who was seated next to Marcus Flint. She watched him freely, seeing how his pale hair glowed in the candlelight, how regal his profile was as he discussed whatever topic with Flint, at how his slender fingers grasped his goblet; bringing it up to those lips that have almost made her forget who she was.

(What is it about him? He makes me angry, yet I can't help but be fascinated. He either ignores me or gives me more attention than I can handle. Am I the snake and he the charmer?)

Draco set his goblet down, his silver eyes flitting around before locking on her. She felt caught like a rabbit in a hunter's snare. His cool gaze gave nothing, one eyebrow rising. He raised his cup again and gave her a mocking salute with it before turning his face away dismissively. Reddening with embarrassment, Raven looked down at her plate, feeling oddly chastised.

(He's no doubt still pissed about the game, Rave. Despite it being Malfoy, that was a pretty shitty thing you did. You're in Ravenclaw, but were you being clever or just manipulative and…a cheat?)

"Why the long face, sugarplum?" Raven jumped and turned to see Gwen sliding onto the bench next to her.

"Hey what took you so long? Wasn't practice done awhile ago? Even Marcus is already here." Gwen shrugged.

"I had to shower and change. Shit takes time." she said, weirdly subdued. Raven furrowed her brow.

"Well, how'd it go?" she pressed.

"I'm on the team."

"That's great, but why are you acting so strange?" Gwen huffed in annoyance.

"Marcus is such a cad!"

"Well yeah I know that."

"I just don't get it, and I get men, Rave. This is not my first fucking rodeo." Raven stared at her friend, not knowing what to say since she didn't understand what the hell Gwen was going on about.

"I always get the last word dammit. I'm always on top. I'm the leader. One evening isn't gonna take that away from me!" Gwen exploded, pounding a fist on the table.

"Er…Gwen…I mean this in the nicest way possible, but have you suffered any brain trauma?" Raven teased. Gwen gave her a narrow look.

"Funny."

"So are we still talking about Marcus or who because I'm really confused." Gwen didn't look at her but picked up a dinner roll and began picking it apart with her fingers.

"Never mind, I don't really want to talk about it anyway." Gwen said softly. Raven cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Uh are you sure you don't want to speak of the devil, because he's kind of staring you down." Remarked Raven. Gwen's wide hazel eyes shot to the object of her troubled thoughts. Black eyes were perusing her unabashedly, lips curved in a sardonic smile. Gwen looked away and stole Raven's pumpkin juice, busying herself with it. Raven curiously glanced back and forth, sure that something must have happened at practice. She was about to pursue it further, but before she could even form the question, a pair of hands slipped over her eyes obscuring her vision. Raven smiled in confusion and surprise, wondering what was up. Gwen must have been about to say something, because the owner of the hands shushed her.

"Blaise?" she asked. A pair of lips brushed her ear, soft boyish laughter her only reply.

"I know your laugh, Zabini." She said smirking.

"Alright I give." He relented, dropping his hands, taking a seat on her other side. Gwen leaned forward and offered a greeting.

"Well how nice it is to see you again."

"And you." He responded curtly without even looking at her. He took Raven's hand, bringing it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on each finger. Raven melted slightly; he'd been so attentive and sweet all last week. Raven's fear had slipped away when she rationalized Blaise's behavior after the Quidditch game. He had every right to be angry and hurt. She had shared a kiss with another guy in front of the whole school, not to mention the guy being one of his own mates.

(And it's not like he hit me either.) She thought as Blaise leaned close giving her a slow, lingering kiss.

(Maybe not that time, but next time who knows?) Argued another voice in her head, but Raven stubbornly refused to listen.

"Okay lovebirds, what the fuck? You two gonna do it right here on the table or what?" Gwen teased. Raven rolled her eyes, breaking away from Blaise.

"Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked with a saucy smile.

"Well, I wouldn't stop it, but uh…," started Gwen who then leaned close to her ear to whisper, "that guy over there, what's his name, Malfoy? He doesn't seem like he'd get a kick out of it." Raven's eyes shot towards Draco, who was indeed staring at the three of them, the forecast in his eyes decidedly cloudy. One long finger turned her chin back to her left.

"I have something for you, little goddess. I was in Hogsmeade the other day and found something that made me think of you." Blaise murmured softly, reaching a hand into the pocket of his robes, extracting a long, black, rectangular box that sported a green silk ribbon. Raven gasped in excitement, her blue eyes sparkling with interest, Draco completely forgotten for the moment.

"Oh my god…Blaise, what is this?" Blaise laughed, slipping off the ribbon.

"What this is, is a gift for the girl I'm coming to care for…a lot." He said, slowly opening the velvet box. Raven's mouth dropped open in pleasant shock as the contents were revealed to show a black velvet encased leather choker with a large glittering sapphire gem set in the center. Gwen leaned in for a closer look and whistled.

"Damn, that shit looks real too. You must have fucked up real bad about something, eh Zabini?" she joked.

"Gwen!" Raven squeaked. Blaise glared coolly at her.

"I enjoy treating my woman with fine things." He growled. Gwen held her hands up.

"Hey just pulling your dick, calm down. Hey Rave, I'm gonna jet out and let you guys, you know, be obnoxiously couple-like. Goodnight?" she said. Raven gave her a quick hug.

"'Night, Gwen." Her friend nodded and not bothering to say farewell to Blaise, rose from the table and strolled away.

"Do you like it?" Blaise asked. Raven gave a genuine grin while slipping her gift from the box.

"Are you kidding? It's gorgeous." Blaise took it from her.

"Lift your hair for me." Raven did as asked, gathering her waves from her neck. He wrapped the choker around the slender white column of her throat, locking it into place. It was pretty snug and she was alarmed at first; not being used to the feeling, but slowly relaxed into it. Her fingers brushed the brilliant gem lovingly.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"It suits those lovely eyes of yours." He said as she let her hair fall back down her shoulders. She flung herself into his arms, kissing his neck while he held her tightly. Her eyes unerringly strayed to the Slytherin table just in time to see an obviously aggravated Draco shoving off and striding quickly out of the Great Hall.

Raven spent Thursday evening perusing a stack of books in the Library, searching for material to help with her Ancient Runes exam coming up soon. She was lost in her own world as she passed down the aisle, fingertips dragging across dusty bindings. Not finding what she was looking for, she rounded the corner into the next aisle, accidentally walking into another student.

"Careful, pet." Purred a low and sexy masculine voice. Raven stepped back quickly, her gaze shooting up to a pair of hooded silver eyes; sculpted lips curved in amusement. Draco was leaning against the bookcase dressed in a tight black t-shirt, black denim jeans, and a pair of polished black leather boots. Raven held her books tight to her chest, scowling at his sudden intrusion into her piece of mind.

"Me be careful? Maybe you should instead of hanging about like a creeper against the shelves." She snapped, moving around him to continue to the end of the aisle, trying to focus on her original task. He followed behind her slowly, pausing to scan several authors with disinterest. Raven's body was strung tight in response to his close proximity, staring at a row of books without really seeing them in a futile effort to ignore Draco's presence.

"Contrary to popular belief, little bird, I do take an active part in my school career." He said, not looking at her. Raven snorted before facing him, one hand placed on her hip.

"Whatever, Malfoy. You were skulking about and I want to know why. To torture me?" she hissed, keeping her voice low to avoid the wrath of the gimlet-eyed Madame Pince. Draco threw down the book he had just pulled out, stalking towards her like a panther, causing her to knock into the shelves, startled at his outburst. His glacier eyes burned into hers as he placed a palm forcefully next to her head. She was about to open her mouth, but he spoke first.

"Don't talk," he growled, "torture you? You go around flaunting that fine ass in front of me until I can't think straight, you work that saucy little mouth of yours under mine like you can't get enough, your moans of pleasure ringing in my ears, and you want to play the victim?" Raven clutched her books tighter, his harsh words digging into the pit of her stomach.

"Fuck you, Malfoy. You're just jealous about the fact that I chose someone over you." she spat bravely, inching to the side to make an escape. A storm brewed in Draco's eyes, a sneer twisting his lips.

"I said one day you'd finish what you start, Trelawney. I'm going to finish it for you."

Draco's hand grasped a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her head back, his lips crashing down angrily, his tongue gaining entry without her consent. Raven dropped her books to the floor, loose papers flying in all directions, to shove at the implacable wall of his chest. A rumbling growl rolled up his throat as his hands wrapped around her wrists, wrestling them none too gently above her head. Like a starving man, he feasted mercilessly at her lips, the pressure a bruising one. She made helpless noises of protest, her body trying to wriggle free. Draco held both wrists in one hand, allowing the other to slide down her arm, the side of her breast, squeezing her waist once before gliding down over her hip and along her thigh, roughly jerking her leg up around him. She gasped into his mouth which he drank greedily, lust riding him hard as he ground the hard evidence of his arousal into her in small, circular, motions. Raven's heart raced, her mind and emotions disjointed and fractured, heat spreading from her center, threatening to engulf her. Her lungs labored, causing her breath to quicken, her throat tight. She ripped her head to the side and way from Draco's probing mouth.

"D-Draco…I can't…breathe." She gasped out, struggling against his unforgiving body. He stopped at her use of his name and dropped back, letting her go. Raven dragged air into her chest, her pulse pounding wildly, unable to catch her breath easily. Her hand came up to her throat, feeling the familiar shape of the sapphire resting there. Immediately she began to feel better, her body calming. Draco watched her with hot hawk like eyes, chest rising and falling unsteadily.

"We're not done yet, love." He said.

"Draco, please. You proved your point this time." she said fretfully, stooping down to gather her things, running past him swiftly. Draco watched her go, driving both hands through his hair, frustration with her and regret warring with themselves inside him.

Raven hurried down to the lake nearly running in her haste to get way from everyone and everything. She threw her stuff to the ground in agitation, pacing back and forth at the dark water's edge.

(Shit…shit! What the fuck do I do? Was Malfoy really going to…to…force me?) She kicked a rock out of her path, a shaky hand rubbing the back of her neck, feeling the metal clasp of Blaise's gift.

(And at the end I…think I…enjoyed it. Gods I'm so fucked up. Have I been a tease? I care about Blaise, I do, yet I act so crazy around Draco that I just…don't…know what the FUCK I'm doing anymore!) Raven screamed out loud, venting to the sky until all breath had left. She swallowed, her throat dry and sore, gazing across the expanse of the placid lake.

(Too bad that squid wouldn't just drag me in and drown me.)

"Raven." A soft voice said from behind her. She closed her eyes, bowing her head slightly. She crossed her arms to hold herself steady.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked tonelessly.

"I wanted to…apologize. For being such a right git." She shrugged indifferently.

"Yeah…you were, but a small part of me realizes that I probably had it coming." Footsteps drew closer to stop just inches from her back. Raven felt a tiny tug on one of her locks of hair; Draco toying with the silky strands.

"No you didn't, but you sure know how to push some buttons best left untouched." He teased.

"Why do you do this to me?" she whispered brokenly. His hand stilled, and he was silent for a moment as if mulling over his reply.

"Because you're not getting what you want. Or who you need." He murmured against her ear, his dark velvet voice traveling through her as his hands placed themselves firmly on her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles gently. Raven's eyes slid slowly open, her lips parting at his expert handling.

"How would you know what I need?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her as usual. One of his hands swept her hair over one shoulder, allowing him to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the bared skin.

"Your body keeps telling me, pet, and mine is all too happy to oblige it." He answered huskily, his hands massaging slowly down her back, loosening her up as they went.

"I shouldn't let you touch me like this." She muttered mostly to herself, yet she didn't move away.

He didn't say anything in return, but instead, stroked her sides sensuously, his lips sucking at the skin of her neck. Raven allowed her head to fall to the side, her mind on auto-pilot, letting herself experience the feelings Draco was rousing in her. He caressed her hips briefly, before naughty fingers slid under the fabric of her shirt, rubbing lazy circles up her soft stomach, pausing just below her breasts. As if in a trance, Raven relaxed her body into his, her back molding to his taller frame, her head lying against his shoulder. Her breath hitched in her throat when his tongue laved the sensitive lobe of her ear provocatively. Draco took her small moan as permission to continue his sweet assault, his hands advancing upward to cup her satin covered bosom. Her nipples tightened in delicious pleasure, a shivery sigh spilling from her lips, as his thumbs flicked the straining little rosebuds gently.

"Malfoy…" she sighed, her breath faltering in her chest.

"Shh." He replied, one hand leaving her breasts to caress down her belly, whispering over the material of her skirt. Instinctively she put a hand on his to stop him, but he captured her and used his own hand to guide her slowly underneath.

"What are you…" Raven trailed off as Draco dragged her hand up painfully slow to cup herself.

"Feel how damp you are for me, little bird. This is how good it could be between us." Raven's brow scrunched up, pleasure rolling through her in pulsing waves; pain in her heart as she realized how far gone she'd let things go. She gaped, oxygen becoming harder to obtain as his hand replaced hers to rub erotically against her satin covered folds. She moaned his name before promptly doubling over, coughing.

"What's wrong…Raven?" asked Draco, concern soaking his voice as he dropped his hands quickly. Raven had a hand on her chest, labored attempts at calming herself slowly taking effect. She swallowed, pushing her hair back from her face. She straightened her clothes and scrambled to grab her things.

"Raven, what the fuck was that? Are you sick?" Draco demanded, reaching out to her. She flinched away, confusion and fear in the blue pools of her eyes. She backed away, her lips trembling.

"I don't know…I…have to go!" she sobbed out, running from him for the second time that day. Draco stood there, silent and still, feeling that something very wrong was going on and not knowing how to stop it.

A/N: And there you have it! Spicy stuff with Draco a little bit there...yay! If you want to read more please review review review! Love you guys! :)