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Nobody Breaks My Heart by KatDaniels

Format: Novel
Chapters: 20
Word Count: 26,695

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance, AU
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Draco, Blaise (M), OC
Pairings: Draco/OC

First Published: 09/25/2011
Last Chapter: 08/04/2012
Last Updated: 08/04/2012


Kaya Penelope is a bookworm and the teacher's pet. As she in her 7th year takes on the duty of Head Girl, she encounter several problems - the biggest one known by the name of Draco Malfoy.

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*Excludes parts of HBP and the whole of DH*

Chapter 1: Introduction
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A/N: So here's a new story from me! Banner's been up for a while, but it took me longer than I thought it would to get the first chapter uploaded! Sorry about that!

Anyway, here it is. The beginning might be a bit boring, but I promise it will get better!



First question: have you ever considered the face behind the mask is different from the one in front of it?

Second question: have you ever paid much attention to the shadows?


When I was 11, I was determined I would be placed in the house of Slytherin. I’d decided that was the only place I fit in.

“Penelope, Kaya!”

As I’d heard my name being shouted, I’d walked up to the little stool placed only a few feet in front of me. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, but has the hat roared, “RAVENCLAW!”, all coloured drowned from my face.

McGonagall had to give me a little push for me to get off the stool. I stumbled down the table filled with Ravenclaws from all years, with eyes filled with dread.

I had never been a person who loved chores or hard work, or work at all, really. That’s one of the reasons why I always pictured myself getting sorted into Slytherin, so when the Sorting Hat placed me in Ravenclaw the word shocked would be understating my reaction. I’d been absolutely furious at first, then just mad. Then I started to freak out when a 7th year Prefect started going on about Ravenclaw’s and how we were the cleverest students at Hogwarts. And that they loved learning and all that. I totally freaked out. Totally.

Learning hardly interested me, and now suddenly I was supposed to love it?
And being among the cleverest students at school? Talk about pressure!

I grew into the role, however. I started to avoid people and I spent most of my time in the library, all to study and live up to my reputation as a Ravenclaw.

Friends? Can’t say I have any. I do share a dorm with Luna Lovegood. She’s nice. A bit loony as everyone says, but she’s the only one who can keep up with my moods.

Sometimes she’s with Neville Longbottom as well and I might tag along. Usually I don’t, but I might every now and then.

My hard work and studying paid off at all times, though. I have never received anything but O’s.

In my fifth year I therefore, due to my good grades, was rewarded by being made a Prefect. This was much to my dismay, as it meant I had even more duties, along with all the chunk of homework I was sure to be given. 

Taking on the duty, I thought nothing more of it. Until another, all too similar letter arrived in my room. I already knew what it would say, before I opened the envelope.

I’d been made Head Girl…

That meant all Prefects, all 16 of them, would be my responsibility. Of course the Head Boy, whoever that was, would help, but still. It was a huge responsibility, and it would also be my job to arrange gatherings and all those fancy things I'd never even attended myself. Well, except the Yule Ball. That I HAD to attend, unfortunately.

Not wanting to let down the Headmaster or any other of the teachers, I accepted.

Being Head Girl was going to be tough, but one particular Prefect was about to make it all so much tougher.

Chapter 2: Back to School
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I made my way towards McGonagall’s office to receive some information and a schedule of my Head Girl duties. I still knew nothing of who had been made Head Boy. My speculations had been all over the place. Harry Potter from Gryffindor, perhaps? Everyone knew he was the Headmaster’s favourite student. Then again, could be Draco Malfoy from Slytherin. He is the godson of Severus Snape, Dumbledore’s right hand.

From Hufflepuff I knew of no one, so there was no one to pick from there.

I stopped as I reached a medium wooden door, and gently knocked my knuckles against its surface three times.

Magically, the door swung open to reveal Professor McGonagall and:

“Weasley?” I blurted. Ron Weasley was Head Boy? How?

Weasley shrugged lightly. “I’m as clueless as you,” he sighed and I sat down on the chair beside him, looking up at McGonagall.

“You will be sharing a dorm together on the 7th floor,” she began and Wealsey and I shared an uncomfortable glance. I knew nothing of this lad except the basics; Harry Potter’s best friend, dating Hermione Granger, brother of Fred and George Weasley, Ginny Weasley and that he doesn’t get very good grades. It had surprised me he had even made it as a Prefect. Head Boy was overdoing it. By far.

“Your password is Serpentine. The common room will be dressed in both Ravenclaw’s and Gryffindor’s main colours, and you will have one bedroom each with the colours of your house.”

Sounded fair enough. At least I got my “own” common room, which meant fewer disturbances. Unless Weasley decided to bring his lot of friends, though if he tried I’d simply change the password so he wouldn’t be able to get in. I could do that, right?

“However,” McGonagall continued, alarming me. “You will share a bathroom together–”

“WHAT!” blurted Weasley.

“But Professor!”

“Professor, please,” I said, speaking in a pitch louder than my fellow Head, getting his attention as well as the Professor’s, and to shut him up. “We are of opposite sex’s. I do not have anything against Weasley, though I do not wish to find him peeing, nor do I wish to walk in on him while he’s showering.”

“You cannot look through the glass, Miss Penelope,” McGonagall explained. “Moreover, every other Head Girl and Head Boy have been able to make it work, therefore I expect you to do exactly the same.”

She gave us both a stern look, so I rested my case. She did make an excellent point: every other Head Girl and Head Boy had been able to make it work, so Weasley and I simply had to as well.

“Dismissed,” McGonagall announced. I stood up and walked out into the hall, Weasley right behind me.

“How did you make Head Boy?” I asked him as he caught up with me. “Dunno,” he shrugged. Certainly, neither did I.



“Serpentine,” Ron, as he had asked me to call him, groaned while pulling his left hand through his fiery red hair. The door opened and we both stepped inside the warm room that immediately made me feel relaxed and at home.

There was a fireplace only few feet away from us, and it lightened up the whole room. Two big chairs in dark brown leather were placed on either side of the fireplace, and a sofa in the same coloured leather in between them, just pushed a little back as a little table had been placed in the middle of the half circle.

A little table was placed underneath a window on the other side of the room, and 5 bookshelves filled with books took up two whole walls.

“Looks nice,” Ron commented and I nodded as I approached a sign, which read “Head Girl”. There was a square hole in the wall and build in it there was a staircase. As I looked behind me, Ron had already disappeared and I figured he’d gone up his own staircase.

I skipped two steps up before I ran smack into something hard.

“Hey!” Ron grinned as he grabbed my arms to steady me. “Watch it, Kaya.”

“How did you get there?” I blurted, finding his eyes in the dark. “Through the bathroom. It connects our rooms,” he explained and I nodded in understanding. “Right. Got it.”

I grabbed for my wand and lit the torches that hung on the walls. “Don’t ever creep in my room, Ron,” I warned as he passed me, grinning. “Don’t worry, I won’t,” he replied before disappearing up his own staircase – again.

Shaking my head I continued up the stairs to examine my room. I was overwhelmed when the door swung open, revealing its inside. It was nothing like my old dorm.

In between two large windows was my King Size bed. My bed sheets were decorated in the blue of the ocean, and it looked as though I’d disappear in all of the pillows and soft mattresses.

With a girly squeal I threw myself on the bed, grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it close to my chest.

There was a blue Ravenclaw banner covering a whole wall, while another wall was covered in bookshelves.

A huge desk was placed against the wall on the left hand side of my bed with all my books on it. It just looked absolutely marvellous.

“Wonder if Ron’s room looks the same,” I thought aloud, sitting up. I stared at a door, though not the one I had entered in. “Must be the door to the bathroom,” I told myself, and before I knew it I threw the door open. To my horror, Ron stood there wearing no less than his boxer shorts.

Ron gave me a long stare before he broke the silence, “We should probably make those rules…”

“Probably,” I replied, my tone several pitches above normal.




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Chapter 3: Bloody duties
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Duties. Everybody hates duties – that is, if you’re normal.

And being Head Girl, I kept receiving more and more duties. Today, Ron and I would be holding the first meeting for the Prefects at 9 PM just outside the Great Hall and it would be Ron’s responsibility to make sure everyone showed up, while it was my duty to pair two and two to patrol. Such fun, right?

“Hey, Kaya, we’re missing Malfoy,” Ron said and I looked through my list.

Hermione Granger – Hannah Abbott

Ronald Weasley – Harry Potter

Blaise Zabini – Draco Malfoy

“Where’s Zabini?” I asked, not seeing him in the crowd.

“Hospital wing,” Ron explained and I, unfortunately, let out a short laugh. All eyes landed on me, and some were even glaring.


“All right, Ron you tell them where they’ll be going. I’ll go and find Malfoy.” I gave Ron the sheet of paper with the instructions on and he immediately started sending people off, while I walked down towards the dungeons.

Everything was silent, and I heard my own footsteps echo through the corridor. It was bloody creepy, and I’m secretly scared of the dark, which didn’t make things any better.

As I made it to the entrance to the Slytherin common room, I searched through my mind to remember the password.

“Salazar,” I tried uncertainly. I really shouldn’t forget these things.

Luckily, the wall bent to my favour and I almost felt like clapping my hands like a little girl.

I stepped inside, and ignoring all the looks I received I walked straight up to a girl I’d seen before. I believed her name to be Parkinson.

“Where’s Malfoy’s dorm?” I asked bluntly, pulling some hair out of my face.

“Who wants to know?” Parkinson asked in a snobby voice, and I almost felt like face palming her right there.

“Head Girl,” I sneered, absolutely not in the mood for her behaviour.

“It’s down there,” a male voice further back called and I turned to him, slightly taken aback as I recognised Drew Matthews, my old Potions partner. “Room 5th on the left,” he winked, and when I realised I was blushing, I quickly replied: “Thank you, Drew,” before I hurried down the stairs.

1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 …

I knocked three times on the door and waited patiently. There was no answer, and I decided to just walk in.

I pressed down the handle of the door and pushed against it, but it daren’t move.

“Darn it,” I muttered. He’d locked it. Guess he wasn’t as daft as he looked.

I drew out my wand and pointed it at the door. “Alohamora,” I whispered. I heard the lock turn, and when I pushed on the door this time, it gave away.

But not smarter than me, I thought and grinned, realising I sounded all too much like a true Ravenclaw.

Shaking my head I walked into the room, finding Malfoy almost naked, passed out on his bed.


 I looked around, realizing he was all alone. Closing the door behind me, I walked over to his bed. Carefully I bent down, shoving my finger into the smooth surface of his muscled back.

Getting no response, I shoved to two fingers a bit firmer into his back, still getting no response.

“Are you dead or something?” I groaned, starting to shake him. He didn’t show a single sign of being alive, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was softly snoring, I’d check his pulse.

Groaning, I braised myself before crawling on top on him, straddling him from behind. Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand before smacking him in the back of the head, finally drawing his attention.


“About time you woke up,” I snapped and he turned his head to look at me. His face was tired and his eyes lids barely parting. “Penelope?” he groaned, clearly not expecting my presence. “I thought you were Pansy.”

“Well I’m not. Now get up, you’ve got Prefect duties.”

“You’re on top of me, Penelope. I’m not complaining, but you need to get off if I’m supposed to get up,” he said matter-of-factly, before slowly turning his body around. “Right,” I muttered and started to get off, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned me down. I gave him a nervous glance, receiving a wicked grin in return. He’d clearly woken up fast. Just needed a girl’s crotch – what a bloke.

“Or you could stay and keep me company,” he winked and a pleasurable chill ran down my spine. “Can’t,” I stated as I slid off him and down to the floor, loosening his grip before retrieving my wrist entirely. “I got Head Girl duties, and one of them is to get your out of bed and get you dressed as you have Prefect duties.”

Grabbing the end of his bed sheets, I yanked them off him. He wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of snug, white boxers and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat unsuccessfully.

“Enjoying the view, Penelope?”

“Just get up and change,” I sneered as I gave him my back, folding my arms over my chest, fuming.

I could feel his smirk on me and heard him stand up, dressing himself.

A few moments later I heard him cough neutrally and I turned, finding him in his Slytherin robes and his sleek platinum blonde hair perfect as ever. On his finger he wore a ring with his house’s symbol on it: a snake. He was twinning it around his finger, eyeing me cautiously up and down.

“What?” I snarled, trying to keep up an annoyed attitude, while really I just wanted to get out so we wouldn’t be alone.

I’d heard the rumours about Draco Malfoy.

“Where do you want me?” he asked, his lips twitching up in a smirk that made me feel uneasy.

“Follow me,” I said in a curt voice, throwing the door open and jogging up the stairs. I could hear him beside me, so I chose not to double check. Stopping by staircase up to the owlery, I turned on my heel to face him. He stopped too close, interrupting my personal space.

“We are patrolling the corridors on this floor,” I told him, placing my hands on my hips, shifting my weight to my left leg. “I’m patrolling with you?” His smirk was unmistakable and it made me just as uneasy as the one he’d given me in his bedroom.

“Dry that smirk off right away, Malfoy, and don’t get any ideas. We will be looking for students and if found, punish them. That is all.”

“Of course,” he smiled and placed a hand on my lower back, leading me deeper into a corridor. I shook away from him, not wanting his touch. I knew nothing of it, but as I said before: I knew of the rumours.

Oh, those bloody Head Girl duties…




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Chapter 4: Say you Don't Want It
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I groaned as I looked on the timetable Ron and I had set up for the bathroom. I had first, naturally. Ron was the kind of guy who always slept in – barely making it to class in time.

Me on the other hand, suffered from always waking up early no matter how much I wanted to sleep in. Today I’d woken at 6 AM, and even though my time didn’t start before 7 AM, I knew very well Ron wouldn’t mind so I turned the knob and walked into the pitch dark, searching for the switch.

When I found it, I whipped it up and the bright light came on, stinging my eyes. I stripped down and lay my clothes in a bunch on the floor before stepping into the shower. Turning it on, I gasped. The hot water splashed painfully on my skin, and I quickly turned it colder. I had never been a person for hot showers, but my roomie was. He loved to get it as hot as possible, and me as cold as possible. Talk about opposites.

I quickly massaged some shampoo into my scalp before washing it out and applying my conditioner.

I looked through the glass at the clock, seeing it was only 10 past. I smiled, realising I had very good time, so I grabbed the body soap and rubbed it into my skin.

My head snapped up however, when the door was opened from Ron’s side.

“Ronald?” I cried, “what are you doing up?”

“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, covering his eyes as he realised I was butt naked in the shower.

“Ron, you can only see my legs and shoulders,” I muttered as I grabbed the razor.

“Yeah, uhm… Malfoy’s downstairs. He wants to talk to you,” mumbled Ron, and that’s when I realised he was almost asleep. Poor thing.

“Why?” I asked, lifting my left leg and starting to shave it.

“He just said to bring him you. I dunno why, he didn’t say.” Slowly Ron removed his hand from his eyes and looked at me. “How are you up so early?”

“I dunno,” I mumbled, not quite understanding why I was blushing. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was nude.

“I just wake up…”

“Well, I’m heading back to bed,” muttered Ron and I nodded, watching as he exited the bathroom. As I quickly shaved both legs, making sure I got everything before I stopped the water and stepped out, wrapping myself in a white towel. Grabbing my wand from the sink, I made my way down the stairs.

I’d hoped Ron had been dreaming, but as soon as I saw him standing by the wall over by the fire place.

“Took you long enough,” said Malfoy as he looked over at me, his posture relaxed. I glared at him. “What do you want? It’s 6.30 in the morning.”

“You were up–”

“I was in the shower!” I snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. “Besides, how did you know I was up?”

His only reply was a devilish smirk, and he pushed himself up from the wall.

“I want to know my schedule for my Prefect duties,” he said, standing awfully close, interfering in my personal space. I cringed. “Why?”

“I want to make sure you’re going to be my permanent patrol partner,” he said in no more than a whisper, and I felt his warm mint breath on my face, making the hairs in my neck rise.

“Zabini is your patrol partner,” I said, my voice stern and still filled with control.

“Switch,” he demanded. Not asked, pleaded, suggested – he demanded it. His eyes were glued to mine, but when he seemed to notice I was wearing nothing but a towel which was far too small, his attention broke. “Nice,” he grinned, but I decided to ignore his comment.

“I am not switching. You are with Blaise Zabini,” I said curtly before I turned on my heel. I was just about to walk away when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, and I smashed against his chest which I realised was quite hard and muscular.

“Blaise is in the Hospital Wing,” Malfoy pointed out, locking our gaze again. I tried to come up with a quick response, but failed miserably.

“And you patrolled with me last time, which – if I remember correctly – means I am patrolling with you until Blaise is fine.”

Oh, those eyes. That beautiful grey colour – and their depth. So much mysteries seem to he held within them, so much –

God damn it, Kaya! Concentrate!

“But remember, I’m Head Girl. I make the rules – I can change the rules.”

His arm brushed against mine, and I felt a pleasurable chill at the touch of his warm skin. I caught a gasp in my throat, silently choking on it.

“But you won’t,” he whispered, making goose bumps erupt on my skin and I prayed to the higher power he wouldn’t notice.

“I won’t?” I whimpered, angry with myself for giving him all the control I had only seconds ago.

He gave me a boyish grin. “Good girl,” he snickered before standing up straight, allowing me free oxygen. “You should wear that more often,” he winked before leaving for the exit.

“It’s a bloody towel, you moron!” I shouted after him, but he was already gone.

“Bloody bastard…” I muttered, making my way back up to my bedroom. “He’s an incompetent jerk who thinks of no one but himself and, ugh!” I threw my arms up in frustration. How did he dare walk into the Head common room and demand things from the Head Girl?

It didn’t matter that he had succeeded – he shouldn’t even have tried!

“Bastard,” I muttered as I pulled on my underwear before finding my Ravenclaw robe and pulled it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, the Head Girl sign glowing. I stuck my tongue out at it. Being Head Girl was so much harder than I’d anticipated.

I pulled my all too long, chestnut hair up in a high ponytail and grabbed my bag before walking patiently out of my room, and making my way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.


As I sat down at my table, I snatched a fierce, red apple and took a bite of it.

I needn’t look up. I knew it was hit stare that was making me uncomfortable. There were barely a couple of people present in the Hall, considering the clock hadn’t even hit 7.

For reasons beyond me, I looked up. Draco was holding a green apple, and he grinned sheepishly as our gaze locked. He lifted his apple as a greeting before taking another bite. His eyes were so mesmerizing it was frightening, and with all my might I looked away.

Why, and how, he possessed this power over me I had no idea. All I wished was for it to stop.

I held on to my apple as I stood up, exiting the Great Hall. Just being in the same room as him felt suffocating. I pushed past a couple of overly excited first years before I emerged on the grounds.

The fresh air blew in my hair, and I felt my whole body relax again.

I needed to gain control again. He was a Prefect. I was Head Girl.

I was the one with the control. Not him.

“He’s got no control over me,” I whispered, trying to convince myself. Unfortunately, I knew it wasn’t true. It was a big, fat, disgusting lie.

“Who’s got no control over you?”

I spun around, fearing the worst. Draco stood only a few feet away, leaning against a tree. “Are you following me?” I choked out, clenching and unclenching my jaw. How dare he!

“You looked quite upset when you left. Just wanted to check everything was all right with the Head Girl.”

He’d pinned me up against the tree I’d been leaning my forehead on, and I did my best to look away from his all too beautiful eyes. Unsuccessfully, I might add.

“I’m- I’m fine,” I stuttered, making myself seem like an utter fool. I gritted my teeth together, promising myself not to speak another word. I only made my own situation even worse.


“So what?”

… There went that plan.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“No,” I said, clenching my jaw. I couldn’t help but notice his muscular chest pressed against mine. My breath was coming in uneven gulps, and I was feeling highly uncertain of where to place my hands. They ended up on each of his shoulders, giving a lazy push.

I wanted him away. He was suffocating me again. At least I tried to convince myself I wanted him away…

“Want me to leave?” asked Draco, obviously having felt my pathetic attempt of a push.

“Yes!” I shouted, but no sound left my lips. Draco arched a perfect brow my way, and I tried desperately to swallow the lump in my throat.

He leaned in even closer, and all air left my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I grabbed the cloth on his shirt for support, and I feared that if he hadn’t been pressed to tightly up against me I would’ve collapsed.

“Say you don’t want it,” he whispered in my ear, his warm and minty breath erupting goose bumps on my skin. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him I didn’t want it. That I wanted him to leave.

Unfortunately, my voice let me down. Nothing came out, not a single sound.

His grin was unmistakable. It was the one of victory. He knew where he had me, as did I. He knew I couldn’t fight. Wouldn’t fight.

He leaned back, holding my gaze for a little longer before he turned and walked back inside the castle. I was alone. And I didn’t like it.




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Chapter 5: Just My Luck
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I’d been avoiding him for a week. I’d told Ron I was out with a cold, which was a lie. I just didn’t want to see him. Not only was he frightening, but he was dangerous as well. He was the Lion, and I the Lamb.

I was supposed to patrol with him until Zabini recovered, which according to my newly received letter wasn’t happening in the nearest future. Apparently he wasn’t recovering, and since Madam Pomfrey couldn’t figure out what was the matter with him, he’d been sent to St. Mungos.

This meaning my plan of avoiding my duties, and Malfoy, until Zabini was back went straight down the toilet.

Just my luck.

“You up for patrols tonight, Kaya?” I heard Ron’s voice ask from the other side on the door.

I stood up from my bed, wearing my heavy robes.

I opened the door to reveal my fellow Head standing on the other side. “Think so,” I answered hesitantly.

Ron gave me a warm smile before he lay his arm around my shoulders, and together we walked down towards the Great Hall where, hopefully, not all the Preferct’s would be awaiting our presence.


As we came down the last set of stairs, I immediately felt the same suffocating feeling. I knew he was there, even before my eyes fell on him. He winked at me, causing me to blush. However, my eyes stayed on him the whole time, until Ron spoke up.

“We’ll be doing it a bit differently today,” he announced, and I looked down at my hands to take a deep breath. I looked up with a controlled face and continued where Ron had left off. “Two and two will patrol the corridors together for two hours. Ron has made a list with the times. You will be in your original pairs that you got the first day, so Hermione and Hannah will start.”

I watched as Ron started handing out the timetables.

I saw a muscular, pale arm in the air and there was no mistaking the owner. “Yes, Malfoy?” I said, knowing I had to look at him even though I had no desire to.

“What about me? Blaise has been sent to St. Mungos. I’ve been patrolling alone for a week now, I would very much appreciate a partner.”

Oh, that brat. He remembered very well our conversation in the Head common room. He just wanted me to say it out loud, so everyone would hear. The gleam in his eyes said it all. I glared at him, hoping it was covered enough so no one else would notice.

“If you would look at your timetable, Malfoy, you’d see who you’re patrolling with,” I sneered through gritted teeth. Malfoy looked down at his sheet, and his grin was unmistakable. It was the one of a boy who’d just gotten what he wanted. Everyone else looked down at their sheets as well, and I could hear several of them gasp. “Great,” I faintly heard Drac- I mean Malfoy, whisper.

“You know what to do,” said Ron. “Now get on with it.”

He gave me a short nod in the direction of Hermione and I nodded approvingly before he walked over to his girlfriend. I myself wanted to curl up underneath my oh-so-soft bedcovers and headed back to my common room as soon as the chance was given to me.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, I heard the echo of my footprints colliding against the walls. As I reached the portrait, I whispered “serpentine” and it swung open, welcoming me. I smiled as I stepped inside, hurrying up to my room.


I hugged my pillow tight, lying on my stomach on my bed. I wanted to sleep so badly before my patrol, but it just didn’t seem possible. I looked over at my clock, 11 PM.

My patrol with Drac-… Malfoy! Ugh, why did I keep calling him Draco? My patrol with Malfoy was three hours from now, and I needed some sleep. I wouldn’t be in bed before 4 AM, which would only give me a couple hours of sleep.

I groaned as I rolled over in my bed, kicking off my bed sheets.

“Now that’s how I like it!”

“Malfoy!” I cried, grabbing for my sheets again. Unfortunately, they’d fallen down on the floor and was out of my grasp so I covered myself with my pillow, as it was the only thing I had. “WHAT are you doing here? And, wait, HOW did you get in?”

“I know the password,” he shrugged indifferently, and I stared at him with my mouth agape. “HOW?” I stammered after a short while of staring at him. He was wearing black trousers and a black tee, revealing his muscular arms, making my imagination go wild.

“Heard you say it earlier.”

“You… You FOLLOWED me?”

Once again he gave me an indifferent shrug, and a half-heartedly laugh escaped my lips. “Wow.”

My eyes glided from his God-like eyes to his strong jaw, down his torso and, wishing I had X-ray vision, I stared at it longingly for a while.

“Take off your shirt,” I heard myself blurt out. Something else was controlling my body. I had no idea why I’d just said that. He was Draco sodding Malfoy! And I was alone, wearing nothing but my knickers and a white tank top, with him.

“Why?” asked Draco, taking in my expression. Clearly not even he had expected this.

“Please, will you just take off your shirt? I can’t stop thinking-” I stopped myself before I made an even bigger fool of myself. “I need to just…”

“Okay, okay, okay,” he said in a mocking tone, but I chose to ignore it. I knew I was giving him what he wanted, but I couldn’t help it.

As his bare chest came in view I watched as he tossed his black tee at me. I stared at him for a long while, nodding slightly. “Fuck,” I groaned and covered my eyes. “Seriously?” I asked as I removed my hands, only to stare at his chest once again. “It’s like you’re photoshopped!”

Draco stared down at himself, before he gave me a rather confused glance. Oh right, he knows nothing of muggles… Oh, well. Too bad for him.

I placed the pillow back on the bed and stood up, approaching him slowly. “Can I just…” I didn’t finish, and I didn’t have to for him to understand what I meant. When my fingertips collided with the hard surface of his abdomen, a gasp left my parted lips. He was so flawless…

“Like what you see, Penelope?”

His voice awoke me and I retreated my hand fast, pressing it up against my own chest. “No,” I lied. He knew I was, but there was no way I was admitting out loud that he was … sexy.

The fact that I’d admitted it to myself was already a miracle of its own.

“You’re blushing,” he smirked and I gave him what I hoped was a dark look. “I am not. Now get some clothes on, why are you shirtless anyway, I–”

“Because you told me to, Penelope. Not going to deny it, are you?” he grinned, but I turned my back to him and marched towards my bed and grabbed his shirt. “I did no such thing,” I said, denying it with all my might. I was just about to toss his tee back at him, when I caught his glance. “What?” I snapped, feeling uncomfortably aware of my chosen outfit. If I’d known he’d pay me a late night visit I’d surely put on something a lot more flattering. Like the lace nightgown Luna once convinced me to buy, which was lying in my underwear draw where I’d put it two years ago. Wait, what? No! I didn’t care how I looked like to him. This was what I slept in, I… Oh, whom was I trying to fool?

“Keep it,” he grinned as he grabbed the doorknob and turned it. “A memory of me,” he winked before leaving my room.

Oh, I was in so much trouble…

Not only did I now stand with Draco Malfoy’s tee in my hands, but he was leaving the Head common room without it.

Oh, the looks I would get in the morning…



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Chapter 6: On One Condition
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I felt a hand on my bare arm, shaking me softly. My eyes parted slightly, and I narrowed as I tried to recognise the face. When I did I groaned. “What now?” I spat, turning away from him.

I felt Malfoy sit down on the side of my bed. “We have patrol together in 5 minutes,” he said, drawing another groan from me. I forgot about that. Talk about ruining my day … night, whatever.

I sat up in the middle of the bed and stretched. It took me a little while to notice his stare, but when I did I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s got your attention, Malfoy?”

“Your outfit,” he grinned and I frowned before looking down at what I was wearing. I hadn’t changed since –

Oh, fuck.

I was wearing his tee.

Oh, why, why, why? WHY?

My cheeks were burning immensely. This was one of those typical moments when you wished for the world to just open up and swallow you whole so you could avoid the shame and embarrassment. The fierce shame and embarrassment I was feeling right now.

Deciding that trying to explain myself would just end with me making myself look pathetic, I got up and walked up to my dresser, ignoring his stare the best I could.

I grabbed a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a white, snug tank top. Closing the drawer, I opened the one underneath and pulled out a matching pair of white lace knickers and bra. I turned to Draco, who seemed very interested in my choice of underwear. “Turn around, perv,” I snapped, and his gaze met mine. A devilish smile spread across his face before he slowly turned away from me.

Being as quick as I could, I undressed and pulled on the knickers. I grabbed my bra and cupped my breasts with it before I wrapped it around my torso. I was about to clasp the bra shut when I heard a faint whisper:

“God damn.”

“Malfoy!” I whined as I spun around to see his face lit up and his eyes hungry.

“Can’t you take a message? I told you not to look!”

“Seriously, Penelope?” Malfoy laughed, having great difficulty meeting my gaze as his was clearly busy elsewhere. “That’s like telling a kid not to eat candy. And may I say, you’re way better than candy…”

“Malfoy!” I shrieked, grabbing my bed sheets to cover myself. Unfortunately, as I let go of one side of my bra, it fell off and I’m 99% certain he saw SOMETHING before I was able to shield myself.

“Get out!” I screamed, terror clear on my face.

Malfoy sat perfectly still on my bed, clearly enjoying the view. Either that, or he was playing a memory I was certain I wished he’d never gotten.


“Oh come on. I promise not to look this time,” I drawled, piercing me with his gaze. How did he do that?!

“N-no. No! Get out!” I stuttered, knowing all too well I’d lost all my dignity. I should’ve known better than to trust him not to look.

He sighed, “Your wish is my command.”

With that he got up and closed the door behind himself.

I stood still for a few moments, calming myself down. I let go of the bed sheets, letting it slip to the floor and I bent down to get my bra.

As I was fully dressed, I pulled on my grey Converse and a brown cardigan before I exited my room.

I walked down the stairs and when I still didn’t see Malfoy, I frowned. Had he gone out in the corridor?

Shrugging, I opened the portrait and sure enough, there he stood leaning against the brick wall in a very nonchalant-way.

“Let’s go,” I said as I passed him, starting down the corridor to the left.

Only two more hours to go, I told myself, then realised that it wasn’t much of a comforting thought.


I yawned loudly as we turned another corner. “How long have we been walking?” I asked, breaking the silence that had fell upon us since we’d started. “20 minutes,” he replied after looking into thin air for a short while. “How do you know?” I asked, my tone drooling with scientism. He looked over at me and arched a perfect brow. “Guessing.”

I rolled my eyes and hit him in the arm. “Ow,” he complained, rubbing the spot my fist had connected with his upper arm. “Oh, yeah right. Like that hurt! You’re made of stone, dude,” I snapped, receiving a boyish grin in return. “It’s muscles, Penelope.”

I pressed my lips together as I crossed my arms over my chest and sped up my pace. Malfoy, of course, kept up with me easily. Why did he have to have such long legs?

I waved my wand and the clock appeared in thin air. I cursed as it glowed 2.20 AM.

HOW had he guessed it that correctly?

I could hear him snicker behind me, so I quickly made the clock vanish to avoid further humiliation.

“You should start trusting me,” I heard him say. I could feel his breath in my neck. He was way too close, yet not close enough.

“I don’t have a death wish,” I sneered, trying to ignore the goose bumps erupting all over my body.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good,” he laughed as he grabbed me by the shoulders, making me stop dead in my tracks. His hands were burning the flesh on my shoulder, but – unfortunately – it didn’t hurt. It was somehow comfortable…

I didn’t dare turn around. I knew nothing of what would happen if I did. I knew I couldn’t trust myself in his presence.

“Le- let go of m-me,” I stammered, and I felt him laugh. He massaged my shoulders gently, making my whole body relax.

“On one condition,” he whispered in my ear, his breath comfortingly warm. I gasped as I felt his lips brush over the sensitive spot behind my ear. I desperately tried to swallow the huge lump that had formed itself in my throat, but it stayed put.

He slowly turned me around, and I shut my eyes before his eyes could hypnotise me yet again.

“Open your eyes, Penelope.”

As if I was a robot, I opened my eyes at his command. That’s when I registered he was only a few inches away from me, our bodies brushing against one another. ”What do you want?” I whimpered. “What’s the condition?”

“Just admit it, Penelope,” he sighed, the devilish smile back on his face again.

“Admit what?” I asked, not feeling the slightest bit in control of the situation. His face got closer and our noses were almost touching as he stopped and whispered, “You’re attracted to me.”

I blushed enormously and looked up in his eyes.

“What makes think that?” I tried, narrowing my eyes.

He snorted a laugh, offending me deeply.

“First, you tell me to undress–”

“I did no–”

“Don’t deny it,” he interrupted me, and I pouted slightly.

“Then you undress in front of me–”

“You were NOT supposed to look!” I snapped. THAT surely had NOT been my fault. “Oh, please,” he grinned, brushing off everything I said.

“Just admit it, Penelope.”

“Not a chance,” I sneered and spun around, storming down the corridor.

I gasped as a blast blew through the corridor, blowing out all the torches and leaving me in complete darkness.

I felt the paranoia creeping up on my immediately, as I was absolutely terrified of the dark.

“Dr- Draco?” I stammered, panicking when he didn’t answer me.

“Draco Malfoy, you answer me this instant!”

“Shh,” I heard his voice say, and soon after I felt his large hands on my upper arms. He stroke them slowly, calming me down. “Afraid of the dark, are we?”

“Like hell we are. I blame it on all the horror film I’ve seen,” I muttered, feeling a lot better knowing he was there. He heard his soft chuckle and it made me smile. The only reason I allowed myself to, however was because I knew there was no chance he would see it.

“What happened?” I asked, taking a step closer to him without realising it myself.

“Probably a kid playing around,” he answered and I felt his arm tensing. He was probably taking a firmer grip of his wand.

Without warning, the torches lit once again and I found myself pressed up against Draco’s chest.

I looked up carefully, hoping he hadn’t noticed me. Which was unlikely, as I was pressed tightly against his chest.

He was looking down at me, half a smile playing along his delicate lips. He was so perfect.

“Come on,” he said, and loosened my grip around him before he marched down the corridor from where that blast had come from.

Realising I was just standing there, my arms still outstretched as if still around him, I literally slapped myself across the cheek before I hurried after him.

Gosh, my plan of not making myself seem like some utter fool with no self-control was clearly abandoned long ago.

I felt like a dog: following his every move, wanting to lick him… You get the drill, no need for more highly embarrassing details.


“Oi!” Draco shouted, and I snapped back into reality just in time to see Draco run around a corner. Confused and curious I ran after him, having great difficulty keeping up.

I turned the same corner as him only seconds later, yet I found myself absolutely alone.

A soft blast blew in my hair from the right, so I chose to follow that path. This time, however, I chose not to run. My paranoia kept me from it – I had no idea what could be hiding in the shadows!

I wrapped my arms around my tiny waist, feeling absolutely not at ease. I’d never liked my Prefect rounds, but I’d been able to get it around 9 o’clock, so it wasn’t really dark yet. Now it was pitch black, and I was all alone – for all I knew, at least.

“Come on, kiddo. Think I’m going to buy that?”

The sound of Draco’s familiar voice warmed in ways I thought unimaginable. It didn’t matter that he sounded incredibly pissed off, because it was still his voice.

I sped up, and soon I saw the contours of Draco’s body along with a much smaller one. He couldn’t be more than a 2nd student.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I caught up with them. The kid sent me a terrified glance. “N-nothing,” he stuttered helplessly.

Draco snorted, “look behind you.”

I did, and what made me caused an exhausted groan to escape my lips. “Seriously? Was that really necessary?” I asked, as I turned back to the kid, clearly not very satisfied. He gulped.


He looked around himself in despair, but as his eyes caught Draco’s threatening glare and answered hesitantly, “M-Mark McCallister.”

“You better not be lying, kiddo,” Draco threatened, and I realised how great he was to have in these situations.

“I’m not!” Mark choked out, clearly panicking. “I swear! I promise! Cross my heart!”

“We believe you,” I said, catching his attention. Clearly he’d forgotten about me. “Run along now, to you DORM. Or do you want me to send him to make sure you do as you’re told?” I asked, a hint of a threat hanging in the air.

Mark shook his head violently before he pushed past us and ran as fast as he could down the corridor, soon disappearing out of sight.

“OW!” Draco called out as I hit him violently on the back of his head. “What was that for?”

“How DARE you run away from me? I was scared to DEATH! You heard that? DEATH!” I yelled, giving him my blackest look.

He stared at me for some time before he blurted out a, in my opinion a very inappropriate, laugh.

“Oh, aren’t you just the cutest,” he grinned as he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me along with him to continue our patrol.


“Sure you don’t want me to follow you inside?” asked Draco for the enth time, and I shook my head, trying to hide both my blush and my smile. “Yes, I’m positive,” I answered, looking up at him.

We were standing in the small alley just before the portrait that led to the Head common room.

“Yeah? I could help you undress. And it’s dark in there, you’ll need me to keep you safe,” he grinned. Clearly he picked up a lot more than I gave him credit for.

“I, uhm,” I began, unsure of how to respond to this. “I think I’ll be fine.”

Draco pushed a stray of hair behind my ear, causing sparks to erupt at our touch. I looked up into his eyes, bathing in the elegance, drowning in their strength.

Believe me when I say that I noticed how his face was getting closer to mine. Don’t believe me when I say I didn’t want it.

Just as his lips were a mere centimetre away from my own, I turned my head, causing his lips to brush from the corner of my mouth, to the soft skin of my blushing cheek. He kissed it never the less, causing my heart to skip a beat and my knees to buckle. I could feel his lips form into a smile, as they were still pressed against my burning cheek.

I moved away from him and opened the portrait. Just before I closed it I turned to look at him, only to find him staring straight back at me.

“Good night, Penelope,” he winked, forcing my to grip the frame of the portrait even harder to steady myself.

“Good night, Malfoy,” I replied before I shut the portrait and he vanished out of my sight.



A/N: Soo, watcha think? Believe Kaya can resist Draco's charm for much longer? OR do you think she'll give in? Leave me a review, and let me know! xx

Chapter 7: The Perfect Combination
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I lay silently on my bed, my head resting on his shirt. The smell of it was so comforting.

I hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, and it was almost noon. Luckily it was Saturday and I had no homework, no assignments, no essays, no nothing.

So I could just lay there, my head resting on the black shirt that belonged to Draco. I could smell his cologne off it: freshly mowed grass, vanilla and strawberries. My three favourite scents in the entire world.

I hugged my pillow closer to my chest, sighing happily.

I knew what this meant, and I knew I was a fool for letting it happen.

I couldn’t help but fall for him. His charm, his charisma, all of him was just too much for me. I’d fallen for him so easily, even though I had promised myself not to do so.

I didn’t want to go get out of bed – all I wanted was to lie there and dream myself away. A dream-version of Draco was much safer than the real deal.

“What?” I groaned as a knock on the door interrupted my dreaming. My head snapped up as the door opened and in walked my biggest nightmare.

“What do you want, Malfoy? It’s Saturday,” I sneered, pulling my covers over my face. Partially because I looked like a complete mess, and partially because I didn’t want him seeing it was his t-shirt I was using as a pillow.

“I thought you were a morning person.” I could feel him smiling mockingly at me, but I refused to remove the covers. “Come on, Kaya.”

“Go away. You’re ruining my dream,” I muttered, still not removing the covers. The air was getting extremely thin, though.

“What? I’m not better in the flesh?” asked Draco and I quickly removed the covers. “Pardon?” I squeaked. How did he know about that?

“So you were dreaming about me,” he smirked, scratching his chin. “Interesting.”

“I was not, stop being a prick,” I snapped, my defence walls up. “I’m pretty sure I told you I had a GOOD dream.”

He laughed at this, not that I understood why. I didn’t seem to understand him much at all, really.

“Planning on getting out of bed or what?” asked Draco, changing the subject.

“No,” I snapped, pulling the covers over my head again.

“All right,” I heard him say, before I felt something heavy lay down beside me. I removed the covers and turned to look at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” My voice had started out as an allegation, but turned into a mere whisper by the end of it.

He took a hold of my chin and, looking deep into my eyes, he brushed his lips over mine, along my jawline and up my chin. I could feel my heartbeat go absolutely insane by his touch, and I grabbed the clothing covering his torso for support.

I’d never before heard of anyone committing murder with the art of seduction, but then again; dead people don’t talk, and neither do murderers.

My mind was trying to form a command; some kind of warning, but all common sense had left me the moment his lips had started to brush against my skin.

One of his hands was wrapped in my hair, slightly tugging on it so I would bend my head backwards. I obeyed, but I couldn’t withhold the gasp that escaped my lungs the moment his lips touch the fragile skin on my neck. The touch was so careful, yet demanding. The perfect combination. I slipped my hands down his chest, letting them land on his abdomen. The hard surface underneath and his moan encouraged me, and I slipped my hands inside his shirt. What met my palms was hard, pure muscle. This thrilled me even more.

He was at the rim of my cleavage by now, and slowly kissed each of my breasts.

My moan was unmistakable.

He moved upwards a lot faster than he’d moved downwards, and soon his lips covered mine and I felt myself just melt away. His lips moved over mine, and I mirrored his movements.

He slightly nibbled on my bottom lip before licking it with the tip of his tongue, suggesting I gave him access to my mouth.

Not even hesitating, I welcomed him, clashing my tongue against his.

He tasted too good to resist.

We were standing on our knees now, our hands grabbing and squeezing anything grabable and squeezable.

His thumb brushed over my belly button, and I started to realise where this was going, but I wasn’t able to stop it, nor did I want to.

One of my hands was on his head, grabbing a handful of hair and pressing him as close to me as possible, while the other brushed over his stone-hard abs.

I lightly scratched my nails down his torso, drawing a very pleased moan from him. It wasn’t until my hand fell on the lump in his trousers that I realised what I was doing.

As if a switch was swapped to “OFF”, I pushed away from him and stumbled out onto the floor, staring at him in disbelief.

He stared back at me, confusion drenched into his face.

“I, we- you, you need to go,” I stammered, steadying myself on the nearest item.

Draco gave me a puzzled look, but I couldn’t meet his eyes. I knew that if I did I would lose all of my self-control again.

“Leave!” I yelled, turning my back to him and folding my arms over my chest, trying to calm myself.

I heard him move away from the bed, and the light sound of the door opening.


I could feel his eyes on me, but I refused to turn and meet his gaze. My eyes were filed up to the brim with tears, and there was no way I was going to let him see me like that.

The harsh sound of the door being slammed behind me made me finally turn around.

I don’t know how long I stared on the wooden door. The only thing I remember is lying down on my bed and crying myself to sleep.


A light shake caused me to open my eyes, and they immediately levelled with Ronald’s. “Hey, you.” His voice was warm and soothing, and I closed my eyes again. “No,” I answered truthfully and sighed. “I had a horrible night.”

“Bad sleep?” he asked, cocking his head slightly.

“Mmh, that too,” I mumbled and sat up. Ron stayed on his knees on the floor.

“You don’t look too good – no offence.” I smiled and looked at him. He was so sweet and caring, and so easy-going. Why wasn’t Draco like that? It would make things so much easier.

“I believe you,” I groaned and yawned. I felt like crap, so I doubted I looked any better.

“I don’t want you to worry about anything today,” said Ron as he stood up, brushing the dust off his knees. “I’ll take care of everything. I want you to stay in bed and get better,” he said and bent down to kiss my forehead. I closed my eyes and smiled. “You’re the best, Ronald Weasley,” I sighed, and I could hear him chuckle.

“Try telling my mates that,” he murmured before leaving my room through the bathroom we shared.

I lay back in my bed and covered my face with my sheets, falling asleep once again.


“Ugh,” I groaned as I awoke again. This must’ve been the nth time this happened.

Pulling off my covers, I walked to the bathroom to throw some cold water on my face.

I looked at my reflection for a while, studying my face. I looked … normal.

My eyes were neither puffy nor red, and my face as it used to. There wasn’t a single sign of last nights happening – well, except the bruise on my bum that Draco had left. He sure had a firm grip…

As I walked back into my room, a noticed a note on my desk that I swore hadn’t been there before. Slowly I walked over and picked it up.

“Meet me in the dungeons tonight. I want to talk to you before our patrol. 7 PM.


“Mh, great,” I muttered. He was he last person I wanted to see today, considering what had happened the night before.

My eyes regretfully landed on the watched, and it read 6 PM.

I had an hour before I had to go meet up with him.

Sighing, I opened my closet and searched for something nice to wear. I might not want to admit what I feel, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to look like I’d just gotten out of bed.

I pulled out a pair of dark jeans that sat on snuggly, and a white camisole. I chose white underwear, considering the camisole was fairly see-through.

I knew it would be a chilly night, so I pulled on a brown cardigan as well, before I applied my mascara. I had fifteen minutes left, but decided I might as well be early. Better early than late, in my opinion!


Making my way down the corridor, I was just about to turn the corner and walk down into the dungeons, when voices I recognised erupted.

“I don’t believe you,” laughed Blaise.

“She’s much easier than anticipated, mate. Almost had her last night,” Draco’s voice grinned, and I felt my heart drop like a rock. Any sense of hope I’d been clinging to disappeared along with my last heartbeat.

“Penelope, Head Girl, is easy?”

“If you know how to work her.”

“Still, you haven’t gotten her into bed yet.”

“Just a matter of time, my friend. If I got as far as I did last night, there’s just one more barrier to break and I’ll have won the bet.”




A/N: Hm, so Draco's been betting and playing around with Kaya's feelings. That can't be good.. What do you think Kaya's reaction will be? Do let me know, please! xx

Chapter 8: Love Potion
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I was so angry I felt like breaking that ferret’s jaw.

My hands were wrapped in shaking fists, and my eyes glowed red.

That cowardly, pathetic, disgusting, inhuman excuse of a man!

As the voices faded and the boys walked back to their common room, I leaned my back to the wall, slowly slipping down onto the floor.

I couldn’t help the tears that were now streaming down my face.

I knew he was a slimy bloke, but I’d hoped for a happier outcome just this one time.

But no, the only reason he was even looking at me was because of some stupid bet.

Realising it’d been Blaise Draco had talked to I stood up. Blaise was supposed to be at St. Mungos. I decided not to meet Draco and instead made my way to the infirmary. Madame Pomfrey would have the answers I needed.

I gently knocked on the large, wooden door before I stepped in. “Madame Pomfrey?” I called out, and soon enough her head popped out from behind a white curtain. “Miss Penelope, yes. What do you want?” she asked, continuing checking up on the boy whom was lying on the bed. I walked to stand by the end of it, keeping my eyes only on the healer. “Madame, I want to talk about Mr. Zabini.”

“He hasn’t been ill again, has he?” asked the healer, not once looking up from the boy’s wounds.

“Again? Madame, I received a letter from you weeks ago saying he was being sent to St. Mungos.”

“What?” This time she did look at me, and confusing was drenched into every wrinkle on her face. “That cannot be right.”

“That is what I got.”

“In my letter I wrote that Mr. Zabini had recovered perfectly and was prepared to take on his Prefect duties.” She walked into her office and gave me a copy of the letter, and I realised the handwriting was different as well.

“Thank you,” I said and gave her a quick smile before I hurried out to find somewhere else where Zabini or Malfoy might’ve written. Sneaking into professor Snape’s office, I rummaged through the essays we’d newly handed in and found one signed “Blaise Zabini”.

The handwriting matched perfectly with the handwriting on the letter he had written to me, pretending to be Madame Pomfrey.

I was careful to sneak back out without being noticed. I wasn’t upset any longer, but I sure was mad. Not only had Malfoy played with my feeling, but Zabini had also been avoiding his Prefect duties.

I wanted to punish both of them so badly it hurt.


“So it’s true then?” I asked Hermione as she threw another spell. “Yep. You’ve been hexed,” she confirmed, chewing on her bottom lip. “Can you lift it?”

“Think so,” whispered the Gryffindor as she pulled out another spellbook and searched through a few pages before coming up to a halt. “Here we go.”

As she flickered her wand at me and muttered a couple of words, I felt something lift off me. “There,” she grinned, clearly satisfied with her own work. “Thanks,” I smiled, standing up and feeling better than ever. “You know what kind of spell it was?”

“A shielding spell. It shields a person, making you see someone else and hear another name. Why would someone cast that on you?” She frowned upon this, but all I did was give a careless shrug. “Dunno,” I said before I exited the library, heading towards the Head Common room. I’d already come up with a plan of revenge, and I had to admit; it was bloody brilliant.


I sat quietly on my bed, reading Hogwarts: a History once more. It was my all time favourite book, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d read it. I was so lost in the book, I didn’t even notice someone knocking on my door, nor did I notice when the person decided to be impatient and just walked in. “We need to talk.”

His voice scraped down my spine, leaving fresh wounds. I didn’t move. He didn’t deserve it.

“Kaya, come on. You’ve been avoiding me for days.”

I knew it was all an act, so I still refused to answer him. He deserved to be ignored for once.

The instant he sat down on my bed however, I couldn’t help but look up at him. “What do you want?”

“Talk? That’s what I’ve kept saying, isn’t it?” replied Draco smartly and I glowered at him.

However, I wasn’t as mad as I was pretending to be. It was all part of the plan. On my nightstand was a glass filled with what looked like water, but was really a love potion I’d been brewing. Knowing him, I knew he’d drink from it without me even asking him to.

“Then talk,” I snapped, hiding behind my book again. From the corner of my eyes, I saw how his hand reached for the glass, before they both vanished from my sight.

When I heard his gulp, I couldn’t help but smile.

What I wasn’t prepared for was him removing my book, seeing my smile. “Smiling, are we?” he commented, and I tried to look away. He didn’t know why I was smiling, so he probably thought I was faking being mad.

He carefully took a light hold of my chin, turning my head back so I would look at him. Of course I fell all over again, even though the pain of his betrayal still burning. “You’re not mad or anything, are you?”

I kept my mouth shut. Not because I didn’t want to say anything, but because I couldn’t. If I said no I would lie, which I didn’t want to. I wasn’t about to stoop as low as the ferret. Then again, if I said yes it might make him leave, and I didn’t want that either for some strange reason I didn’t want to think too much about.

I hated him to the core of my bone for what he’d done, and what he was doing to me, yet when he pulled me closer I didn’t stop him. I liked to that it was because I knew it would only be a kiss as the love potion would soon take its affect. Don’t believe me though. I have a bad habit of lying to myself.

The instant his lips covered mine, I lost complete and utter control. I couldn’t help what I was doing, or what I was feeling. There was no denying it any longer: I had fallen for him all too hard, all too fast.

I pulled him closer, pushing my own body against his. I could feel his muscles through his shirt, clouding my judgement even further.

I felt his hand on my lower back, slowly laying me down on the bed, placing his own body on top of mine.

Gently he pressed his thigh between my legs, drawing an all too revealing moan from me.

I felt his hand move up my stomach underneath my shirt, and even though with my clouded mind I knew where he was going with this – again. Though this time I also knew about his bet with Zabini. He needed to sleep with me in order to win it. No way that was happening.

The only reason I wasn’t pushing him away was because, because… Because I knew he soon would. Because of the love potion. Yeah, that was it. That was the reason. Nothing else. Absolutely nothing.

Suddenly I felt him hesitate slightly, and I felt slightly disappointed. At that moment I don’t think I would’ve mind helping him win his bet against Zabini.

He removed his hand from underneath my shirt and broke the kiss, looking confused.

“What are you doing?” I asked, playing along and pretending not to know anything.

“I, erm,” stuttered Draco, clearly trying to come up with some sort of excuse.

“I need to go,” he blurted before he hurried out of the bed and literally ran out the door.

Sitting up, my face developed a smug expression. I knew the risk I was taking – Draco could easily make me pay when he found out. Although, after all the embarrassment he was bound to go through, I would gladly take anything he’d throw at me. It was all going to be worth it.


I made my way down towards the Great Hall to gather all the Prefects.

Now that I was no longer under any sort of spell, I saw Zabini in class, in the Great Hall, though whenever I would see him or pass him, I would pretend not to see him.

I’d asked Ron to go and get Zabini while I gave the Prefects their new schedule. I made sure Zabini and Malfoy stayed together as a pair, but got more work than the others. I wanted to cause as much hell for them both as possible.

I gave all the new Prefects their new schedule, making sure to apologise for the mess. No one really seemed bothered, though. They got less patrol-time, why would they?

As Ron came, Zabini walked beside him. He didn’t seem very pleased.

“Zabini, glad you could join us,” I snickered, very pleased with myself. “Here’s your schedule,” I said as I handed him a sheet of paper. “You’re patrolling with Malfoy, from now and through the night. Your shift ends at 7AM.”

“WHAT!” cried the Slytherin, pinning me up with his glare. “You can’t be serious! That is insanely unfair!”

“Don’t worry, Blaisey. We’ll have the loveliest time,” grinned Draco as he laid an arm around Zabini’s shoulder. Zabini shot him the deadliest, most confused glare I’d ever seen.

The other students started to make their way back to their common rooms, Ron and I retreating to our own.

“Think Malfoy’s taken a bludger too many to the head,” said Ron, grinning to himself. “Maybe,” I smiled, knowing this was going to be a lot of fun.

Chapter 9: Confession
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“Mate, what the fuck is up with you ?” snapped Blaise, shrugging out of Draco’s grip for the nth time. Draco had been clinging to him for the last week, insisting on holding his hand and hugging him constantly. “Are you on something?”

“Only love,” giggled the blonde, cocking his head sideways at Blaise.


“Pansy, I hope?”

“No!” laughed Draco, acting as if Pansy was the silliest suggestion ever.

“You, silly.” Draco poked Blaise in the ribcage, his eyes glassy.

“You are definitely on something,” groaned Blaise, trying to push his mate away unsuccessfully. Draco giggled as he gave Blaise a smooch on the lips, startling his mate beyond belief.

“You did NOT just do that!” snarled Blaise, hexing Draco so he smacked into the wall on the other side of the corridor.

“Dude, you need to get a bloody grip on yourself!”

“Love makes blind,” sang Draco, clearly not his normal self.

“I need to take you to Professor Slughorn. Now,” growled Blaise as he pulled Draco up to his feet before dragging him with him.


Knocking hard on the door, Blaise made sure to wake the professor.

“What?” asked Slughorn in a groggy voice, and Blaise pulled the love drunk Draco in his face.

“Oh, I see, I see. Come on in,” said the Potions Professor, opening the door for his students to enter.

Annoyed, Blaise dragged Draco inside and threw him on the sofa. “He’s on something,” said Blaise, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

“Any idea what?” asked Slughorn, pouring himself a glass of firewhiskey.

“Love potion.”

“Why is that?”

“Because he states he’s in love with me,” snarled Blaise, sick of being asked questions. “Can you just FIX HIM?”

“Naturally,” sighed Slughorn and walked slowly and lazily over to his little cupboard, drawing on Blaise’s last nerves.

“Hm, no,” mumbled the teacher as he looked for the right bottle.


Blaise rolled his eyes as he waited for his professor to get a move on. He was slower than a snail in hail!

“Mr Malfoy?”

“U-huh?” replied the blonde, slightly in a daze.

“Open your mouth,” ordered Slughorn, and Draco did as he was told. Soon a bright, red liquid was poured down his throat, causing him to cough.

Soon his glare found the professor. “What did you do that for?” snapped Draco, and Blaise sighed in relief. “FINALLY.”

Draco looked over at his mate, clearly annoyed that he did not understand what he was talking about.

“Thanks, Professor,” said Blaise as he exited the room, Draco right on his heel.

“Care to fill me in on what is going on?” sneered Draco, rubbing the back of his head that was somehow aching horribly.

“You’ve been high on love potion the last week,” informed Blaise, clearly happy he’s mate was back to his old self. “Who was I in love with?” groaned Draco, waiting for the worst.

With a sigh, Blaise hesitantly answered, “Me.”

“… you?” asked Draco, not quite believing his best mate. “I was in love … with you?”

“Yes, and it’s been the worst week of my life, thank you very much.”

“… it’s been a week?” Draco scratched his neck as he started to put the pieces back together. “When was it I started to react?”

“Well you came back to the common room all weird after being gone for some time. I was hoping you were getting it down with Penelope, but then you refused to talk when you came back and yeah.”

Draco looked at Blaise as a switch went off, and he stopped. “There’s something I need to do,” said Draco, and Blaise turned to look at him as well. “You know who did it?”

“I do.”


I turned again, trying to fall asleep. It was 3AM, and I wasn’t getting an ounce of sleep. I removed the covers from my face, and froze as I saw a man standing by the end of my bed.

Draco was leaning on the bed pole, glaring at me with eyes full of fury.

I smiled.

“I see you’re back,” I said as I sat up, stretching my arms above my head.

“You poisoned me,” sneered the blonde, but I merely shrugged nonchalant. “I wouldn’t say poisoned. You were never in danger.”

“How did you know I saw going to drink from your glass?” Draco pressed the bridge of his nose, trying his best to control his anger.

“You take whatever you want, when you want it. It wasn’t difficult to know you’d bee taking a sip from it. You’re not that difficult to read, Malfoy.”

“WHY did you do it?” asked Draco next, locking our gazes. His stern, grey eyes were intense, but he didn’t look angry any more. Just tired.

“Why?” I sneered, anger filling my tired body. “Because you deserved it! You deserved to be humiliated, you deserved to be made a fool of!”

“Why? What did I ever do to you?” yelled Draco, now angry as well.

“I know!” I cried, throwing a pillow at him. “I know about the bet between Zabini and you. I know you forged the letter from Madame Pomfrey, I know you hexed me so I wouldn’t notice Zabini,” I yelled, seeing his face pale more and more as I revealed his plan. “And I know the only reason you even lingered in my company was to get me laid.”

Draco covered his face with his hand, holding the pillow I’d thrown at him with the other. “Right,” he sighed, drawing a hand through his hair and pulling at it. “You weren’t supposed to find that out.”

“Too bad,” I sneered, biting my quivering lip to keep from crying.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” said Draco, sighing heavily. “You didn’t,” I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “Because nobody breaks my heart.”

Draco scoffed, laying the pillow carefully down on my bed. “Well, clearly I am nobody,” he answered before he retreated from my room, leaving me alone.


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Chapter 10: Abracadabra
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Slowly I reached for the white pillow at the end of my bed, hugging it against my chest. He hasn’t broken my heart, I told myself, pressing my face into the soft fabric. He hasn’t!

I sobbed quietly, almost wanting him to come back in that door again as he had oh-so many times. But the one time I wanted him to, he didn’t come. I waited and I hoped, but he never came back through those doors.


“Kaya, you need to get out of bed. You need to eat.”

Ronald’s voice sounded muffled, which was due to me having pulled the covers over my head the instant I heard the bathroom door open. My feet felt cold, as they were exposed to the chilly air.

“No,” I said firmly, still not removing the covers. I knew I looked horrible.

“Kaya, get the hell out of that bed and shower up. We’re having breakfast before our meeting with McGonagall. Which you ARE attending whether you want to or not.”

Violently Ron ripped the sheets off of me, and I changed the position of my head to look at him. “I don’t want to,” I pouted, giving him my cutest puppy eyes for no use. His expression didn’t even flinch. He was just as serious, and I sighed as I sat up.


I stood up and slammed the bathroom door shut behind me, turning on the shower.

I quickly stripped down, laying all my clothes in a bunch on top of the toilet before I stepped inside, letting the cold water wrap itself around me. Knowing not even Ron would see if I was crying, I allowed the flood of tears I’d been building up release itself, and I leaned my forehead on the shower-pole. I’d been building up so many emotions, they all escaped me at once, and I collapsed in the shower. I was a mess.

“Kaya? Are you all right in there?” asked Ron’s voice from the other side of the, knocking slightly. “Kaya?”

Unable to answer him, I pushed my knees up underneath my chin and wrapped my arms around them, hugging them tightly. Burying my face, I sobbed.

I heard the handle of the door being pushed down, and Ron enter. I couldn’t even be bothered with the fact that I was naked.

I felt the shower door being opened, before water was turned off.

“Come here,” spoke Ron’s soothing voice as he wrapped me in a towel and lifted me up. “It’s okay,” he whispered, stroking my wet hair. “It’s okay not to be okay.”

He sat down on the floor, placing me protectively on his lap. His arms were draped around my shaking body, comforting me without words.


Sitting on the bed, I stared at my own reflection in the mirror.

After my breakdown Ron hadn’t asked me what was wrong. He’d simply helped me helped me up and asked if there was something else he could do for me.

Why couldn’t I just be with him, he was sweet, caring, loving, and he didn’t hurt be. He was perfect.

But oh no, I was so stupid as to fall for the badest bad boy this school had ever seen.

Sighing, I stood up and straightened my robes before exiting my room. Down in the common room I met up with Ron, and I gave him a thankful smile. “Thank you,” I said, though Ron only sent me a knowing look.

“Come on,” he smiled. “We’ve got to meet up with Mcgonagall.”


Sitting on my regular place in the Great Hall, I tore a piece of toast loose and shoved it into my mouth. I had a fiery feeling on my neck, but ignored it.

Tearing off another piece, I played with it, twirling it between my fingers. I shoved it into my mouth as well after some time, before I took a sip from my goblet containing pumpkin juice.

Giving in, I turned around to confirm my suspicions.

Draco was picking on his food with his fork, his head hanging. However, his eyes were tilted up, staring straight at me.

Swallowing, I straightened my back as I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall. I was not about to satisfy that Slytherin by showing him how vulnerable I really felt.

I walked in a fast pace, wanting to be alone. I was absolutely not in a mood for company, so I decided to take a stroll on the grounds.

As the chilly December air met my face, my whole body shook in discomfort. I wrapped my arms around my waist as I headed into the cold.

A hand on my shoulder had me spin around abruptly, only to stare into a pair of all too familiar grey eyes. I shrugged out of his grip hard, before I gave him my blackest look.

“What do you want?” I sneered, shuddering slightly as a cold blast lifted my hair and exposed my neck.

“Drop the hostile act, Penelope,” sighed Draco, shaking his head slightly.

“Who said it was an act?”

“You said you know me – well I know you as well, whether you like it or not. I know I hurt you, and now you’re putting up this silly act to make it seem as if you’re stronger than you are,” said Draco, grabbing me by the shoulders and forcing me to look at him. “You’re not fooling me.”

“Why won’t you just go away?” I asked, a sob escaping me without permission.

“I don’t want you here. I want you to go away. Go away.”

“You think you can just say ‘abracadabra’, and I’ll vanish? Sorry, love, but that is not the way it works.”

“Just please,” I begged, covering my face with my hands. “Please, just go away!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, squeezing my eyes shut.

Taking a deep breath, I removed my hands and opened my eyes. I felt a rush of relief and sadness that I was all alone.


The fire burnt wonderfully, warming me perfectly. I sat in the armchair, reading Hogwarts: A History.

“You’re like Hermione.” Ron’s voice snapped me back into reality, and I peeked over the top of its cover. “Hm?”

“She keeps reading that book as well,” said Ron, nodding towards the large book in my lap. “Don’t get why, though. But I bet you do.”

“It’s my favourite book,” I defended, and Ron grinned at me. “No surprise there.

“Hey, could you take the check today? I’m kind of behind on homework and Hermione refuses to do them for me.” Ron grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
“Yeah, sure,” I smiled before I folded the corner of the page I was on, and closed it.

Grabbing the list on the wall, I let my finger trace the names and dates before I stopped at the 21st of December.

“Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini,” I said in disbelief.


“Oh, nothing,” I lied as I let my hand fall to my side. Trying to focus, I slipped outside of the common room and made my way down to a corridor I crossed my fingers they wouldn’t be in.

Turning a corner, I smacked right into someone, and I looked up at Draco Malfoy.

Of all the corridors in this castle! The ONE I chose just HAD to be the one he was walking through?

“Well, well, looked what the cat dragged out of bed. What are you doing up, wondering the corridors of Hogwarts?” he asked, smirking superiorly down at him. I couldn’t understand why – after all, being a Head Girl put me above him.

“As much as I regret to say this, I was looking for you.”

“Were you now?” His smirk formed into a wicked grin, did I can’t say I liked.

“You and Zabini to be precise. Where is your friend?”

“Blaise has a bad throat so I told him he could stay in. Now, over to you.” He leaned on his arm against the brick wall, looking down at me with a pair of teasing eyes.

“Right,” I muttered, cursing my bad luck. Actually, bad luck would be understating it. “Well, how’s the round going?”

“It’s getting better and better,” smirked Draco, leaning closer to me.

I tried to clear my throat, hoping to get in control of the situation again. But I knew I never would. I was never in control around him. Probably never would be. Gosh, curse that smart arse Slytherin!

“That’s good,” I strangled out, trying to ignore what I knew he really meant.

“Met any problems, or?” I scratched my hand instead of my arm, as I guessed he knew if I scratched my arm I was nervous.

“Wouldn’t call it a problem.” He leaned a bit closer, and I inhaled. His aftershave infiltrated my nostrils, sending me into a daze. Damn, he smelled sensational.

I shut my eyes, hoping he would go away just like last time. I could hear his amused humming. “What are you doing?”

“Hoping you’ll go away. It worked like a charm last time.”

“Last time? Babe, I haven’t talked to you since that night in your dorm,” said Draco as he looked at me, slightly cocking his head to the right.

“You’re lying,” I accused, not daring believe he was doing anything but.

Draco chuckled slightly. “Trust me, I wouldn’t even occur to me to lie to you. You always seem to find out if I am anyhow, so there’s no use.

“Which means, you think about me so much that you are actually daydreaming about me.”

I bit my bottom lip, thinking over his words. Could it be true? Had I just imagined him earlier?

Gently placing his index finger underneath my chin, he lifted my head so I would meet his gaze so I opened my eyes again.

“Don’t sweat it, Gorgeous.”

I couldn’t help the smile forming my lips. “Don’t try to fool me,” I warned, though I didn’t sound as serious as I had wanted. My goofy smile was ruining everything.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Draco gave me a meaningful grin before he wandered off into the dark corridor, and I quickly retreated to my own common room. It was empty; one a single torch still alit. Blowing it out, the common room went black, and I retreated to my room.


A/N: Sorry for taking so long, peeps!

But what's up with Kaya? Did she imagine meeting Draco, or did Draco lie? Hmm..

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Chapter 11: Love
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A/N: Right so first of all I want to apologise for being a horrible updater. School's taken up more of my time than what should be legal, and I've been having a lot of trouble with my inspiration. Bitch just took off. Anyway, I got inspiration today, in the middle of night (which is usually when I get my inspiration but I got to bed too early these days to get enogh sleep). So I just hope you guys like this chapter even though it's very short and I promise to be better in the time forward!


Sighing, I strolled down yet another corridor. I couldn't really understand why I was doing this – it was 7 AM on a Saturday, hardly anyone would be up.

Deciding it was time to check the entrance again, I dragged myself towards the front door. It was one thing to patrol when people might be out, but you were allowed to be up at 7 AM on a Saturday if you wanted to, though people rarely were. Sighing, I popped my head outside, which was when I noticed someone running down by the lake.

Wrapping my arms around me, I shuffled down towards the shape, whom I soon realised looked more and more like Draco Malfoy.

As I understood my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, I turned and walked as fast as I could back to the castle, but it was too late.

"Now, now, look who came looking for me," grinned Draco, catching up with me as easy as nothing. I kept my mouth shut, knowing I'd embarrass myself if I didn't.

"Gone mute, have we?" he teased, and I gritted my teeth together.

Don't speak. Don't speak. Don't speak.

"Kaya." His voice was so near my ear. Oh my goodness, he smelled so good even when he was … sweaty. Don't judge me.

"Go away. You smell." Yes, I lied. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Liar," he grinned. That prick. Why must he be so confident? Why?

I growled in a low voice, and started to walk up the stairs when I got inside, but of course he followed after.

"Come on, drop the front," sighed Draco, running in front of me and blocking my passage. I just looked at him. How could I not? His face was perfect. His jawline was to die for, and his eyes so mesmerising.

I sighed as I turned around and sat down on the step, pulling some of my hair out of my face. I could feel him sit down on the step behind me, but it only made me feel comfortable. I leant back and my head rested on his chest, his head resting on top of mine. I couldn't help but feel safe. He felt like … home.

"This is better, Kaya. Keep those walls down," whispered Draco, and I smiled. "Don't count on it."

His chuckle warmed me in places I didn't know possible. "You're so fierce. Quite the turn on."

"Excuse me?" I gasped and stood up abruptly, staring at him wide-eyed. "Oh, little, innocent Kaya. Guys do get turned on, you know," he snickered, and I glared at him. "I know THAT, it's just.. You don't get turned on by, well … me."

Arching a brow, Draco stood up as well and walked a step down, his body now pressed against mine. My eyes met his and I felt my heart beat a tad faster. "I do."

His words made butterflies in my stomach, and I opened my mouth to say something, but no words escaped past my lips. Not even a sound.

"You really shouldn't be so surprised, love," said Draco, leaning in so that his lips grazed mine.

Oh sweet mother oh god, he was so intoxicating I almost collapsed right there.

"You've got one hell of body," he murmured, sliding a finger down my side, "and the face of an angel.

"Kaya, you are beautiful, you are intelligent, you are fierce – and even though you don't want to admit it; you are smoking hot."

I wanted to look away, sort of, but his eyes… Oh those grey, beautiful, amazing, -

Oh god, he's getting closer. Oh no. He's going in for a kiss. No, not a kiss. This is Draco Malfoy. A snog. He's going in for a snog. Oh god, help me.

He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt the taste of heaven for the first time. He grasped some of my hair, but he needn't pull me closer. I was already pressing myself up against him.

It took me ages to pull away, realising I was snogging Draco Malfoy on the stairs leading to the Great Hall, in full visibility for anyone to see.

"What?" asked Draco, looking into my eyes. Oh, how I wish he'd stop that.

"Mmh, yeah, not here," was all I managed to say before I jogged up the stairs, not caring I still had patrol.


As soon as I got to my room, I had thrown all my clothes on the floor and went for a shower. I needed to calm down, badly. I think I stood there for an hour – maybe even more. I just stood there, letting the water calm me, and helping me think straight. I wasn't able to with him around. He messed up my head. Messed it up and twisted and turned it, making it one big mess.

Turning off the water, I wrapped a towel around myself and towel dried my hair, before I stepped out.

I was immediately met by that same taste of heaven, and same lust I had felt not too long ago. Pushing him off me, I gasped for air. "Draco, what on earth do you think you're doing?" I yelled. Firstly, I was pretty much naked. Second, I wore no make up, and third my hair was a complete mess. Talk about bad timing?

"Finishing what I started," he answered simply, before he pulled me into another kiss and this time I didn't resist. I simply didn't have the strength.

He walked me carefully over to the bed and removed his shirt. My mind processed a few thoughts.

Shirtless. Bed. Naked. Sex. Shit.

When any boyfriend, or fling or whatever had even slightly hinted about sex, I would run faster than lightening.

But it was different this time. I wasn't scared. Well I was scared I'd be rubbish and he'd dump me the next morning (because we all know the reputation that boy's got hanging over his head), but not the terrified feeling knowing you would be having sex.

I've heard you only feel that way when you really like someone – or love them.

Oh, please, I can't love Draco Malfoy.

Can I?



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Chapter 12: My Biggest Mistake
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For ages I just lay there, in his arms. I didn't do anything. Just stared at the ceiling. I didn't even try to think, try to make sense of things like I always did.

No, not this time.

This time I just lay next to him, my head on his chest and his arm around me. His warm body felt so comforting.

I could feel him move his arm, and soon his fingertips were grazing my forehead. I smiled.

"Morning," he murmured, and I looked up at him. "Good morning," I smiled, before I turned around to lie on my stomach. He opened his eyes and squinted at me. His eyes trailed down my naked back, and I felt very exposed so I pulled the duvet up over my shoulders making Draco chuckle.

"Have you always been so shy, Penelope?" He gave me a teasing stare, and I huffed. "There is nothing wrong with being shy."

"No?" Draco sat up, leaning his back against the bedframe and the duvet covering just what was necessary. I swallowed, wanting to keep some of my pride.

"No," I stated, my voice sounding a lot less strong than I'd wished for.

He shook his head, and it was clear on his whole face that he found this very entertaining. "Stop being such a douche," I complained, drawing the duvet over my head. I could hear his laugh before I felt his arms slither around me and lift me up on his lap.

"Oh, my Gosh! DRACO!"

"What? It's morning," shrugged Draco, while I desperately tried to get as much duvet between us. "Kaya, you've –"

"I know I just slept with you, but I don't want-... Just put me down!"

"You never know until you've tried," chuckled Draco and I growled. "Draco!"

"Fine, all right, sorry." I could still hear the smile in his voice, but at least he lifted me off his lap. Thank God.

Carefully I slipped out of bed and pulled on a jumper, before I walked over to my dresser and got out a pair of knickers.

"I fucking love that ass of yours," said Draco, and I turned sideways to look at him. "Likewise…"

He grinned, folding his arms behind his head. "Why are you getting dressed?"

"Because I want to." It hadn't dawned on me until then what I'd really done. I'd done the one thing I'd promised myself I wouldn't ever do. I'd fallen for the temptation, I'd given him what he wanted without even thinking about it twice.

I felt his eyes on me, and I knew he was going to brag about this to his mates. And now he'd won the bet with Zabini as well. I was going to be ruined. Smothered. People would stare and me and whisper, they would point fingers and laugh.

How could I not have thought about this?

"You need to leave," I said as I walked towards the door and making sure Ron wasn't in the common room.

Draco's face lacked any emotion, but his eyes showed confusion. I bit my tongue in an attempt to keep a sob from rolling off it.

"You need to leave." I said it more firmly this time, hoping he would understand that I wasn't the least bit joking.

Throwing the duvet off him, Draco pulled on his jeans that hung low on his hips, and grabbed the rest of his clothes.

As he approached me, I stood still as a rock by the door. His piercing grey eyes sliced into mine, and I felt my breathing become more rigid.

Lifting my arm, I did the gesture of inviting him out of my room, and then he left.

I closed the door behind him, feeling my heart ache. How could I have been so foolish? How could I just let one single touch lead me to make my biggest mistake ever?

I leaned my back on the hard wood of the door, before I slid down and pulled my legs up underneath my chin and wrapped my arms around them.

It wasn't just that I'd slept with him, but of all things I'd given him my goddamn virginity. Talk about no self-control.

He'd just showed up in my room and kissed me, and I'd fallen into his trap and become just another girl on his list.

I stared at my bed, long and hard. I didn't want to slither back underneath those sheets; I didn't want to come near it period.

Standing up on my feet, I walked towards to bathroom, but I simply walked through it and into Ron's room.

"Are you awake?" I whispered. All I received was a low grunt, but I took it as a yes.

"Ron, can I please sleep here with you?"

I knew it was nearly midday, but I didn't want to go out and face the population of this school. Not today.

He lifted his ram above his duvet and made a simple hand gesture for me to come over, and I crawled in beside him. I snuggled close, glad Ron had become Head Boy. He was so relaxed, and he always made me feel comfortable. Just like now.



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Chapter 13: Haunted Soul
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I didn't leave the Head common room at all that day. Nor did I the next. I didn't walk through that portrait until Monday morning, when I had no other choice.

Beside Ron I walked, heading towards the Great Hall. I was a bit sad we had to part to sit by our tables, but I sat down next to Luna and grabbed myself a couple of toasts.

"Good morning." She greeted me with a large smile, and I gave her one back. "Morning, Luna."

"You look like upset," she said as she cocked her head to the left, and I felt like a rat being examined.

"I'm fine," I said, scratching my left upper arm, something I always did when I lied.

Luna simply smiled, seeing right through my pathetic lie.

As I looked away from her, someone else captivated my eyes. They were so dark brown they always looked black, and belonged to only one person – Blaise Zabini.

He smirked at me, and I knew Draco'd told him. The Slytherin leant over and whispered something, and soon Crab and Goyle were smirking at me as well. I felt so embarrassed, hurt and exposed. Zabini elbowed the lad beside him, and my eyes moved to Draco who seemed rather uninterested, but he did look up. He held my gaze for several moments before I broke away and stood up.

As I exited the Great Hall, I walked outside. I need fresh air, and I needed to concentrate. Channel my hurt to anger. It was easier to live on anger than to live on hurt.

Sitting down on a bench, I inhaled deep before exhaling slowly. My hands were shaking, my bottom lip quivering.

I looked up and saw people walk out of the Great Hall and to their classes, but I just couldn't. I couldn't face them. Soon everyone was going to know the Head Girl had fallen for Draco Malfoy.

I covered my face with my hands. I rubbed my temples hard, trying to massage away my headache. Maybe Hermione would be an angle and lend me her Time Turner? I could really need it about now.

Closing my eyes, I listened to the sounds of nature and relaxed. I felt a lot better knowing I was all alone.

I wasn't all that fragile, and now it was time to show it. I didn't realise I was smiling until I opened my eyes. I wore a big smile, and I felt confident.

Standing up again, I walked back inside. I bumped into Neville in the corridor, and together we walked to History of Magic.


I sat on the stairs, reading through today's patrols as I heard footprints approach. I barely shifted my gaze, and saw a pair of black-leathered shoes.

I knew it was Draco before he spoke.


I looked up at him and folded my hands together on my knees. "You're 5 minutes early," I said, looking down onto the sheet of paper I was writing notes on.

"I know. I needed to talk to you."

"Go ahead, then," I answered bluntly, pairing up some new people.

"Oh, okay then. Uhm..

"Well, first I never meant to hurt you-"

"Draco, listen. You didn't hurt me. I knew what I was doing. It was just sex." I looked up at him and arched an eyebrow, and I saw clear shock in his eyes.

"What?" he stuttered and I placed my papers and pen next to me and stood up, levelling my eyes with his.

"Draco, give it a rest. You got what you wanted, now can you please just leave me alone. I have work to do."

I bent down again, grabbing my papers and stuffed the pen behind my ear.

As I walked up the stairs, his voice called after me, "we both know you'll come back to me. You need me."

I scoffed, pressing the papers closer to my chest and speeding up my pace. What bothered me the most was that I had a sensation he was right.

When I came up, Ron was sleeping on the sofa. His snore had all the paintings cover their ears, and it made me smile. Carefully I sat down on the sofa beside him, and shook him awake.

"Hey," I smiled.

"Hi." Ron dragged his hand down his face, his face looking rather groggy.

"Tiring day?" I guessed, and he nodded.

"Maybe you should go back up to your bed, and continue sleeping there?" I pushed some of the hair in his eyes away, and he nodded at me before stumbling up to his feet and dragging his body up the stairs, and I followed his example and retreated to my own room.



A/N: I beg you; if you read this PLEASE leave me a review with your opinion! Bad or good, it doesn't matter. I just want to know what you all think!! xxx

Chapter 14: Before the Dawn
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I woke up by the castle shaking horribly. It took a while for my to realise something wasn't right. The earlier night I'd chosen to sleep in my old dorm. Not quite sure why, but it's what I'd chosen. That certainly wasn't it, though.

I threw the covers off me and ran to the common room, where I met several housemates. "What's going on?" I shouted over the loud thump, but everyone shook their heads.

I pushed my way through the crowd and out into the corridors. Just as I did, an arm hooked around my waist and pulled me back as a large rock fell down right where I'd been standing moment ago.

I swirled around and saw the ginger hair owned by the one and only Ronald Weasley hanging in front of his blue eyes.

"Ron," I breathed out, only now realising I'd been holding my breath. "You're welcome." He looked at my face, his face stern and serious. He definitely wasn't in character at the moment.

"What is going on?" I asked as he dragged me with him, and I stumbled barefoot over rocks that once belonged to the castle walls or ceiling.

"Death Eaters," Ron said as he scooped me up in his arms instead. He started to run instead, and I held onto him for dear life. "They're attacking the castle."

I felt my heart beat pound against my chest. "What? Why?"

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe they got bored doing nothing." The sarcasm dripped off his words, and I felt sort of stupid for probably the first time in my life.

"Sorry, just stressed," Ron apologised, but I shrugged it off.

He sat me down by the Great Hall and pulled the hair out of my face, and placed a hand on each side of my face. "Get inside with the others, and don't come out. Not for anything. You'll be as safe as possible in there, which is why I don't want you putting as much as your foot outside. Understood?"

I nodded, and he gave me a smile. "Good."

Then he ran up the stairs again and disappeared.

I felt bad as I ran down the corridor, but I couldn't do nothing. It wasn't in my blood.

I kept left at every turn, not really thinking of where I was going. I just didn't want to sit on my bloody arse and do nothing.

I halted to a stop as I spotted three Death Eaters in front of me, one having a very young boy – possibly a 1st year – thrown over his shoulder and the other had his arm around another boy's neck, this boy looking about a couple of years younger than me. The third one had his eyes fastened on mine. The eyes were a perfect grey deep with mystery. Draco gave me a hard look, which clearly said, 'run!'

I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could, but unfortunately I managed to kick a little rock. Of course it made a loud echo and I instantly heard someone shout at Draco to get me. His footsteps were close for a long time, and I ran as fast as my legs allowed. Then suddenly I felt an arm once again hook around my waist, but this time not to save me.

I tried to fight him off, even though part of me didn't want to and the other part of me knew it was a waste of energy considering he was ten times stronger than me.

I leaned my head back and whispered, "I'm a dead man, aren't I?"

He didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms tighter around me and dragged my back to his fellow Death Eaters.

He changed his grip and instead grabbed a strong hold of my wrist, forcing my arms behind my back in an extremely uncomfortable position.

"Such a pretty face," sneered a voice from my left, and as I turned, eyes so vicious that just looking at them made the hair all over my skin crawl, stared into mine.

I'd always said blue eyes were my favourite. I'm taking it back.

Draco pulled my a bit away from Greyback, and gave him a hard stare. "You've got your student, I've got mine," Draco snapped, and for some reason Greyback shrugged his shoulders and stepped back. Draco pushed me to walk, and dragged towards the Great Entrance.

"Where are you taking me?" My voice was low and trembling, and I bit my lips.

"Just shut up and walk," he hissed, and I did as he said.

It took my a while to realise the fighting had stopped. "What happened?" I asked, ignoring Draco's former request.

"The Death Eaters are having some fun, making them think it's all over. Just wait, they'll strike pretty soon," he whispered, the tip of his wand boring into my back.


Draco reacted before I did, and sent Ron flying backwards into a wall. "Try that again, Weasley, and I'll kill her right here."

Draco moved his wand the pressed he tip against my throat now, holding Ron at a safe distance. Draco's warm breath in my ear had butterflies go mad in my stomach, despite the situation. Backing out, I looked at Ron who now had Hermione and his sister at his side, and he gave me such a frightened glance I closed my eyes as Draco ducked outside with me.

"You could have hurt him!" I cried as he dragged me away.

"I had to."


"Do you really want to get into more trouble, Kaya? Be happy it was I who took you and not Greyback," he hissed so fiercely I cringed. "If he'd gotten his hands on you, you'd be dead by now! Is that want you want?"

I shook my head, not even looking at him. "Figured."

Then he apparated.

We landed outside a great manor, and I craned my neck to look all the way up.  "Where are we?"

This time Draco ignored my question and pushed me inside and up a staircase. As he pushed me through yet another door, I fell to my knees on the hard marble.

"Well, well," a high-pitched, female voice chimed. I knew it before I even looked up.

The black mess of curly hair hang around her face like cobweb and her eyes filled with such menace I didn't even dare glance into them.

"Nicely done, Draco," she giggled, and I heard the sound of a knife being withdrawn.

Was she going to kill me, just like that?

I closed my eyes, my dark hair falling to cover my face.

One swift movement, and I felt something warm on my cheek. Then the pain came, and I gasped. I realised soon the warm liquid was my own blood.

The high-pitched giggle of Bellatrix LeStrange, and I knew I wasn't ever coming out of this alive.



A/N: I am sorry this took a while to write, but I was in London with friends for a week and just got home, and I've been planning out possible endings etc for this story. At least I hope you enjoy this chapter and please give me feedback. A writer is nothing without their reader's thoughts!

Chapter 15: Blood Traitor
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I had no more strength left, so this time I just lay there. My body was completely covered in cuts and bruises, Bellatrix hopping up and down while clapping her hands only feet away from me.

I was too tired to do anything, and just closed my eyes, hoping she would soon get bored and finish me off.

"Draco, take her down to the cellar. She'll be more fun once she's recovered a bit," said Bellatrix, and soon I felt Draco's arms beneath my back and legs, and then he lifted me up bridal style.

I just lay limb in his arms as he carried my down the staircase he had pushed me up more than 24 hours ago.

I barely registered doors opening or anything else for that matter. I didn't notice anything until I felt a different sort of warm liquid grace my forehead.

Draco was crying.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he carefully lay me down on the cold marble. He probably thought I'd passed out because of all the torture. He swiped some of the strays of hair that lay plastered to my sweaty forehead, and pressed his lips against my pale skin.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered again, and then I blacked out.



I had to blink several times to get a clear vision. I managed to get up on my feet and stumbled over to the bars keeping me locked in what looked like an enormous cell.

Just outside stood Draco, face lacking all emotion.


He looked up at me, and a flash of relief crossed his face, but it was so fast I wasn't sure if I'd imagined it or not.

His eyes were still slightly red and puffy. He had been crying.

"Have you been crying?" I asked, just to be certain. He didn't say anything, just stared at me with an empty expression.

I gritted my teeth. "Can you just stop it?"

"Keep quiet, they do not want to be disturbed."

"Here we go again!" I snapped, ignoring his request bluntly. "Pretending to turn it off. Pretending not to care."

He stepped forward and his face now a mere inch away from mine.

"I feel, Kaya," he sneered. "And it sucks!"

I shook my head, looking right back into his grey eyes.

"I care too much," he growled, curling his lip. "I'm a liability." He spat out the last word as if it had been a worst curse word known to man.

I slipped my arms between the bars and cupped his face in them. "Draco, you can be the better man."

He gave a low chuckle and shook his head.

"I can't be what other people wants me to be," he whispered and took a step back, and my arms fell down. "What you want me to be."

I looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes due to the fact that no matter how much I wanted to deny it, he was right. He was right about everything.

I was about to open my mouth and push out an apology, when heels clicked and I shuffled backwards. I couldn't go through all of that again. As the face of Bellatrix stepped into the light, I choked on the air trying to access my lungs.

"Hello, sweetheart," she giggled in a fake-sweet tone, and I cringed. Slowly putting one foot behind the other, I backed away.

"There isn't anywhere to hide," she pointed out, even though I was already fully aware of it.

I could sense the fear growing inside me, and I looked to Draco for help, but he turned his back to me and walked the stairs leading up to the ground floor.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I closed them, hearing the metal bars being pushed to the side.

I sobbed, not caring if I seemed weak because that was exactly how I felt.

A bony hand grabbed my upper arm and pushed me out, and I had to rest my palm against the cold stone to steady myself.

As we reached what I now noticed was a dining room, it felt eerie. There wasn't a single person present – I was all alone, with Bellatrix.

Feeling her knife pierce the skin on my lower back, I braced myself for several more hours or torture.

"I don't have any information," I choked, not understanding why she was doing this to me. I'd already told them I didn't know anything – just because I shared a dorm with Potter's best mate didn't mean they let me in on every plan they made.

A low giggling caused shivers done my spine, before the tip of the knife made a gash just where it had penetrated the skin only seconds before.

I fell to my knees in shock of the sudden pain, choking on air.

With the back of her stiletto heels, Bellatrix gave my back a hard push and I fell flat on my face. I licked my lip, tasting nothing but blood.

I rolled over on my back, looking up into the blackest, most vicious eyes I knew I'd ever see.

"I don't know anything," I sobbed, closing my eyes as she got closer.

"You know something!" she screeched, bending over me.

"Please," I begged, shaking my head 'no'.

A fierce pain shot through me, and I shrieked louder than my own ears could comprehend. The pain was so unbelievable, and it wouldn't stop.

It just got worse, and with the last of my energy I kicked and wriggled. I did everything in my power to make her get off me and to make the pain go away.

I closed my eyes, realising with all my regret I had nothing left to fight with.

My head fell to the side, and I realised I was actually alone now. Bellatrix had left, and my eyes moved to my arm. It was soaked in my own blood, and I realised what she'd done.

Squinting my eyes, I made out two words:

Blood traitor.




A/N: I know it's taken me a while to write this, but there has iterally been so much going on at school these past few weeks. I have done pretty much nothing but study, sleep and eat. Can't wait until I graduate ... in two years. At least I got summer vacation to look forward to, eh?

Also, what do you think about Draco's behavior in this chapter? Do you think he's going to help Kaya, or let someone else do it? Or let her die?

I do love your thoughts to bits and even though I might not respond to every review and read all of them and each time I notice I get a new one I get extremely happy. They also keep this story going - without the people who are kind enough to review, there wouldn't have been a story! So thank you so, so much xx

Chapter 16: Pretending
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I tried to open my eyes, but bright light prohibited me.

"Hello?" I called out, but there escaped no sound. I started to panic.

I tried and tried to cry out, but I made no sound.

"It's okay," I heard a distant voice say, but I couldn't make out where it came from.

"You're safe now."

She bent over me, and I saw her face. Long hair, so black it had a blue tint to it. She had bright blue eyes, and her skin pale.

I choked on the question I wanted to ask, not sure I would make any sound now either.

"Am I dead?" I choked it out, but it was a mere whisper.

She smiled down at me. "You just go back to sleep. You need to rest."

I blinked, and the minute she'd mentioned it I felt drained. Would you feel drained if you were dead? Well I guess so …


"She's going to be okay, right?"

"She's stabile for now."

I might've been exhausted, but I could make out as much as a male voice and a female voice.

I recognised the woman's voice from earlier. Guess I wasn't dead then…

"For now?" the male voice growled. He didn't seem very pleased.

"I'm sorry, sir, but she has severe bruises and cuts. It will take time for her to heal."

I try to sit up, bright light still blinding my vision. "Hello?" I call out, my voice croaked as my throat is as dry as the Sahara dessert.

I feel a large hand on my forehead, carefully pushing me back down. "Rest."

That's when I recognise his voice, and I feel torn. I want to grab for his hand, but at the same time I'm scared.



I shake my head, lifting my arm to try and shield myself from the light so I can see his perfectly lined face.

"Where am I?"

"St Mungos. I brought you here when the others were busy."

This time I didn't hesitate, and grabbed his hand.

"You'll get in trouble…"

Draco didn't disagree with me, so I held onto his hand a bit tighter.

"Rest, all right?" he said as he gently pulled his hand back, and started to walk towards the exit.

"Don't go," I called after him. "Please. Please, don't go."

I could hear him sigh.

He turned his head and looked at me, shaking his head.

"Please, just let me go," he begged, but I shook my head.

"No," I protested. "I can't do that. Because I feel. I feel everything."

Draco closed his eyes, drawing a shaky breath. "Kaya, stop."

"You stop! Stop pretending I'm some little girl with a crush on you, and stop pretending you don't feel the same way. I care about you, and I know you care about me, too!"

Draco tightened his grip around the cot sides of my bed.

He looked up at me, but now his eyes were like glass. "If I let myself care," he started, his voice lacking so much emotion that I tried to reach for his hand, but he yanked away. "If I let myself care, all I feel is pain."

"Now, for once, do as you're told!" he sneered, and for the second time he turned to leave. But before he could exit, I called after him.

"If you walk away now, you'll lose me forever."

I begged for my miracle to happen. I begged for him to come back to me.

But he stood frozen for a few moments, until he eventually walked out the door and left me behind him.

A/N: I apologise for the extremely short chapter, and I'm not the least but happy about it - guess it's one of those chapters your just have to get out of the way for the story to continue. Still would've liked your thoughts, though.

Chapter 17: Déjà vu
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Rubbing my throbbing temple, I felt as if Snape's voice was digging holes into my brain. That man could not shut up today. God, how I hated theory.

A little nudge in the side, and I knew to sit up straight and pretend to be listening.

Neville Longbottom was nice to have by your side in these situations.

"You all right?" whispered Neville, and I nodded. "Just didn't get much sleep last night," I answered, covering my face with my hands.

"For days by the looks of it," muttered Neville, and I shot him a dark look.

"Well, it does," he apologised, but I kept the look on him.

"It seems you haven't gotten any ever since you came back. It's been months. What happened, anyway? You haven't told anyone. People are starting to talk…"

"Then let them talk, for fucks sake! I don't give a shit!" I hissed, getting the attention of some students around us.

"Miss Penelope!" snapped Snape, and I groaned. "10 points from Ravenclaw!"

My shoulders sagged as I leant my forehead against my palms. My head was aching, mostly by the lack of sleep but also the lack of information.

I'd always been the one with the answers, but now I was left completely in the dark. Love is a bastard. I had no idea what was going on in Draco's head, and I hated it.

I must've blacked out, because before I knew it Ron stood before, waving his hand. "Kaya?"

"Hi!" I exclaimed, snapping back into reality.

"I was wondering if you could do the checklist today?" Ron asked, and I could hear the plea in his voice. "Hermione has been nagging me about not spending enough time with her, so-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do it," I reassured him with a smile, as I collected my books and stood up.

"THANK YOU!" He grabbed me and hugged me tight, squeezing all the air out of me. Despite the pain, I could keep the smile from creeping up on my face.

"I love you, too – but I love air just a little bit more," I choked out, running out of oxygen.

"Oh, right," said Ron as he cleared his throat and released me.

"But really, thank you SO much. I owe you."

I simply pushed Ron out the door, and I heard him chuckle in front. "Could you also help me choose an attire?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Keep moving, Ginger!"


I felt something hard and cold collide with my heavy body, and a moan escaped me. "Ow…"

"Everyone's awaiting your presence, Kaya."

My head snapped up as I realised who was staring down at my almost nude body.

I frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Rumours say you were doing the checking for tonight, but you didn't show up. The others sent me up here to come and get you." He face didn't falter, and he kept it emotionless.

"Why you?"

"Black&White and paper, rock, scissors."

"So they don't-…"

"Know about our past? No."

I stood up, ignoring the pain in my hip. "Don't refer to it as the past."

"What else should I refer it to? It is the past."

"It's only been a few weeks since you froze me out."

"You still mad about that?"

"No, I'm mad at you because I love you!" I snapped, spilling something I had no intention of telling him at all when he was like this.

But just as I spilled, his facial expression changed into shock and surprise.

"Maybe that's the problem," answered Draco bluntly after he got his facial expression back under control.

I blacked out for a moment, but when I returned again my palm was pounding, Draco's head was turned sideways and his cheek bright red.

I'd hit him.

"Don't you dare say that again," I sneered, my chest heaving and sinking.

Draco's pale grey eyes sliced into mine, and he second they did our gaze locked, just moments before our lips did.

My hair ruffled his hair, his hands grabbing me by the waist and pushing me up against the wall.

After several moments of heat and passion, we'd somehow ended up on the bed, Draco on to of me, his body weight keeping mine in place.

Abruptly, Draco stopped. His lips still against mine, he spoke, "I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?" My hands fell limb to my sides, as I studied his face. I'd longed to see some expression in it.

"This. You and I. I'm not going there."

He rolled off and lay beside me, placing his arms behind his head.

I sat up, supported by my elbows. "And what is that supposed to mean? Seriously, you're impossible to understand."

He chuckled lightly, but he kept his eyes on the roof.

"You were supposed to leave me alone when I told you to," he said, before he finally looked at me. "I was hoping that for once you would do as you were told."

I nodded in understanding.

"And then you handed me exactly what I needed."

It was obvious that he read my puzzled expression; because he repeated the words I had spoken so many months ago, "If you walk away now, you'll lose me forever."

I nodded slowly, biting my bottom lip. "I usually keep my word."

"I was hoping you would."

I looked at him and moved over to straddle him, catching his full attention.

"Are you saying you don't want me?" I asked, scratching my upper arm.

He did a half smile before he sat up properly, taking my hand away from my arm. He knew I was nervous.

He gently placed my hand in my own lap, before he placed a hand on either side of my eyes, once again slicing his eyes into mine.

"I love you," he spoke the words clearly, "so much."

It warmed me beyond belief to hear those words escape his perfect lips, but there was still something bugging me.

"The show it," I begged. "Do something. Draco, anything is better than trying to convince me you don't care."

His hands faltered from my face, and he sighed.


"No!" I snapped, interrupting him. "You'll fight after everything you've put me through. You owe me that!" I cried, and now my eyes were slicing into his with so much force my breath was rigid.

It was eerie silent for several minutes, before Draco broke it in a whisper, "I guess I do owe you…"

I raised a brow at him. "Don't make this sound like some favour, Draco."

I flashed me a grin. "I could do you a lot of favours, love," he smirked, removing some hair with his finger. Slowly he moved it across my face, down my neck, before swiftly sliding one of the straps of my tank top down.

"But fighting for you wouldn't be a favour."

I smiled, and leant down to give him a kiss, but he interrupted me:

"It would just make me responsible for your death."

I stopped dead in my tracks and lightly rolled my eyes. "Draco…"

"I'm serious, Kaya."

"Well then you've got to stop being serious."

He gave me a sad smile as he grasped my shoulders and gave them a light massage.

"You've already been hurt, once. Badly. I'm not risking that again – you might not be as lucky."

I sighed, leaning my forehead against his. I desperately rummaged my head to find some sort of excuse or explanation or something that would make Draco give in.

"Why am I so terrible? I'm a pureblood." I decided to go the "blood-way", knowing Draco's family was obsessed with status.

He shrugged, "my aunt did spend three days torturing you. I got a feeling you're not a big favourite of hers."

"But still-"

"Kaya, love, you've got a cold case here."

I opened my mouth to insist I didn't, but all of a sudden I felt something hard and cold collide with my heavy body, and a moan escaped me. "Ow…"

"Everyone's awaiting your presence, Kaya."

My head snapped up as I realised who was staring down at my almost nude body.

I frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here because you are late for your check list-duty, so get dressed. I don't have all day," snapped Draco, crossing his arms across his chest.

I stood up slowly, and walked to my closet, knowing something wasn't right. This Déjà vu felt a lot more like a lost memory…

A/N: So what do you think? Did Kaya dream her encounter with Draco, or did it actually happen? Tell me your theories, and thow in whatever else you feel like as well! :))

Chapter 18: Change
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I walked beside Draco in silence, fiddling with the sleeve of the oversized jumper I'd hastily put on. I was still fondling on my earlier Déjà vu feeling, but I couldn't put a specific finger on it.

"Why did they send you?" I asked, once again getting that annoying Déjà vu feeling.


I snorted, hearing the lie in his voice. He ignored it however, clearly still going for the whole "I-don't-care-about-anything"-attitude.

When we arrived, a lot of tired Prefects sent me glares and I cleared my throat. "Yeah, sorry about that," I mumbled as I got out my list, and started to call out their names. After I noted everyone was present, I gave them the new watch list before I apologised once more, and then retreated to my own bed.

However, on my way back up a large hand yanked me back and my back was pushed up against a wall.

"What's this?" sneered Draco, pushing the new watch list in my face. I pushed it away again, raising a brow. "What about it?"

"You've given me double shifts every night this month, from two till six. How do you expect me to sleep?"

I shrugged away from him, giving him my blackest look. "Guess you'll have some time to think, then," I sneered back, stamping my way back up to my room to confirm my statement.

Okay so maybe I'd done that little bit on purpose, hoping it would change his mind. A month with thinking would do that, right?


No, after a month of having to walk the corridors from two till six, he was still a cold bastard who still ignored me.

You'd think he'd get it by now, wouldn't you?

I lay in my bed, face down into the pillow, trying to come up with something else, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Kaya, could you sit up, please?"

I turned my head and looked over at Ron, who was standing in the doorway.


"Because I've got some bad news…"

I frowned, and did sit up. Ron sat down next to me. "Kaya, I'm leaving Hogwarts for a little while."

I stared at him, mostly in disbelief. "What?"

"I lied to you last month. When I said I was going on a date with Hermione? Well I was with her but it wasn't exactly a date. We've decided we want to help Harry defeating You-Know-Who. Harry is leaving Hogwarts to, uhm, get his hands on some resources. And we're going with him."

I was shaking my head, giving myself a headache but I didn't care. "You can't just leave. You're my Head Boy, you're the closest I have to a brother, I need you here. You can't leave. You just can't."

Ron smiled at me as he pulled me into a bear hug, holding me tight.

"You'll be all right," he said as he cradled me. I pressed my face into the grope of his neck, refusing to let him see my tears.

I'd never imagined Ron every meaning this much to me, but thinking about it he'd been there for me every since we'd been made Heads. With everything going on with Draco, I need him now more than ever.

"When are you going?" I choked out, my voice muffled due to the fact it was pressed against his neck.


"How am I going to do everything on my own?"

"You'll be fine, I promise. Besides, you pretty much are doing everything already."

I smiled, because I knew he was right. But I still wasn't too happy about him leaving.

He kissed the top of my head, before he ruffled my hair.

"Cheer up, I got cake."

"Cake?" I gasped, sitting up properly and making Ron laugh.

He handed me a plate with a large piece of carrot cake on it. When he found out that was my favourite I have no idea, but I wasn't about to ask questions.


I let out a frustrated groan, tugging at my hair. There was no way I could get all of my duties done in time.

I got a strict "shh!" from the Librarian, and I rolled my eyes.

It was awfully quiet at the school lately. Ever since Snape had taken Dumbledore's place as Headmaster after Dumbledore went missing, the mood of the school had changed drastically and being Head Girl was tougher than ever. Snape kept giving me extra assignments, things that not even a Head Girl was supposed to do. Death Eaters were also used as teachers; meaning torture was expected on a daily basis.

Today I was needed in Snape's office to help with God only knows what.

I slammed the book I was reading shut, receiving yet another  "shh!".

I glared at her before I walked out of the Library, heading towards Snape's office. I walked up to the Headmaster's office and knocked on the door, and to my surprise a face I hadn't seen for ages met me.

"Come on in," said Draco. I walked past him, not able to not notice how tired he looked.

I looked over at Snape, absolutely not feeling the slightest but comfortable.

"Now tell us why you brought us here," said Draco, standing a few feet behind me.

"Wait, I need to do something with him?"

"Miss Penelope, you're Head Girl, missing a Head Boy, am I right?" Snape looked straight at me, his eyes blacker than the night itself.

Oh, no. I knew where this was going. Ron, come back!

"…not really. I'm doing all right by myself."

"The rules clearly state that a Head Girl must have a Head Boy by her side, and vice verse."

I looked over at Draco, but to my annoyance he still kept his face as emotionless as a stone.

"You're making me Head Boy?" asked Draco, crossing his large arms over his muscular chest… Bastard.

"Yes," said Snape.

"You cannot do this!" I cried, furious with them both. "Ron was announced Head Boy, and he will remain Head Boy!"

"Miss Penelope, calm yourself." Snape stood, fixing his robes as he walked toward us.

"Mr Malfoy, you will move into the Head Boy's room immediately."

"I don't want to sleep in Weasley's bed," said Draco in a disgusted voice, and without being noticed by the Headmaster, I kicked him hard in the chin. I saw Draco's mouth twitch a little and his eyes narrow. Oh, yeah. It had hurt.

"No, obviously not," agreed Snape, and I almost kicked him in the chin as well.

"The sheets will be changed and the colours – everything. You're dismissed."

I was out of the door in no time.

I heard Draco walking behind me, so I slowed down to walk beside him. "You can't keep ignoring me now, you know."

I couldn't help but smile when he didn't answer. He sure was a stubborn one.

"Are you honestly going to keep pretending that you don't care about me? You are going to have to talk to me sooner or later."

I gave him a hard look, hoping he noticed, before I walked away from him and hurried up to the common room I soon had to share with him.


Gasping, I sat up straight in my bed, heaving for breath.

The Déjà vu. I'd been right. It had been a memory.


"Why you?"

"Black&White and paper, rock, scissors."

"So they don't-…"

"Know about our past? No."


Draco's pale grey eyes sliced into mine, and he second they did our gaze locked, just moments before our lips did.

My hair ruffled his hair, his hands grabbing me by the waist and pushing me up against the wall.


Abruptly, Draco stopped. His lips still against mine, he spoke, "I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?" My hands fell limb to my sides, as I studied his face. I'd longed to see some expression in it.

"This. You and I. I'm not going there."


"I love you," he spoke the words clearly, "so much."


He'd removed my memory. He'd wiped out something from my own mind.

Filled to the rand with fury, I threw my duvet to the side and stormed through the bathroom and into Draco's room.

I grabbed a pillow he wasn't using, and smashed it in his face, waking him up.

"What the hell?" he whispered, clearly confused.

"How could you?" I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks. "HOW COULD YOU?"

"What are you on about?" asked Draco, raising his voice.

"You walk into my life, and you break down every wall I spent years putting up! You left me weak, and vulnerable! You ruined my life!"

"Hey, he –hey!" shouted Draco as he grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to drop the pillow. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his face still lacking emotion.

"You told me you loved me. You told me! And then you remove it from my mind as if it never happened!" I shouted to his face, finally drawing emotion from it. "How could you?" I sobbed, sinking together. Draco wrapped his arms around me, scooping me up on his lap.

"You ruined me," I sobbed. "This is all your fault!"

I felt his head being placed upon mine. Even though I was furious with him, that simple movement meant everything to me just then, because it proved that he cared. My newfound memory proved that he cared for me. And that was all that I needed.

A/N: I HAVE AN EXCUSE! School.. But don't you worry, in just over a week there will be no more! I've already started a new story, which will be uploaded ... soon enough :)) But first you need to tell me what you think of this chapter! xx

Chapter 19: All over again
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I blinked a few times, squinting due to the sunlight shining through the window. It took me a while to realise my sheets weren't blue, but green.

Last night hit me unexpectedly, and I sat up. I could hear the shower running, but then the sound disappeared, and soon Draco was standing in the doorway with nothing more than a towel hanging on his hips.

"You're awake," he said, clearly not the least trouble about being practically nude. Not that he had a reason to or anything…

"Yeah," I breathed, watching him as he made his way towards the dresser.

"Are you going to stop pretending you don't care?"

"I don't have much of a choice, do I?" He pulled on a pair of boxers, his eyes on me the whole time.

"Why did you tell me you love me?" I asked, pulling his duvet closer to my face.

"Because I do," he answered truthfully, zipping up a pair of trousers.

"Then why did you remove my memory?"

He came towards me and sat down on the bed, giving a thoughtful sigh.

"Because I wanted to keep you safe. You broke through my act, so I removed your memory of it to build up my act and keep you out easier."

I watched him closely; so glad his face was back to normal.

"Then you went and remembered everything."

"And that's a bad thing?" I asked, brushing some hair out of my face. Draco gave me a steady look, and half a smile. "Yes," he admitted, standing up again. "In all ways possible, I'm afraid."

"Of all the boys at it school, I had to fall for you. You!"

Draco chuckled, pulling a t-shirt over his head.

"That was foolish of you," he agreed, but I wasn't letting him off the hook that easy.

"It's your fault, you know."

"Mine?" Draco snorted, looking over at him like I was stupid.

"Oh, do not dare to give me that look! You stared flirting with me because of that stupid bet of yours with Zabini. You stared flirting with me, and then you went and kissed me."

Draco scratched the back of his head, and it seemed he had realised that I was actually right.

"So if you had only used your head, neither of us would have been in this mess."

"I guess I owe you an apology, then don't I?" He sat down on the bed and gave me half a smile. "Maybe," I agreed, smiling back.

"How do you prefer it?" he teased, slithering an arm around my waist and yanking me closer. I grinned foolishly, feeling butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I took his perfectly lined face in my hands and brought it closer, smiling when he pressed his lips to mine.

"Jerk," I muttered, though my voice slightly muffled.

He pushed me down onto the bed, holding my hands securely above my head while straddling me.

"You need to stop being such an adult," Draco stated, his eyes playful.

"I do not act like an adult!"

Draco cocked an eyebrow at me, clearly not taking my sides of things.

"You're worse than my mother," Draco mocked, drawing a gasp from me.

"Take that back!" I cried, struggling to try and escape his grasp. I wriggled, trying my best to get away, but it seemed my trying to escape turned out differently.

I saw Draco's face cringe, before realising why.

I burst out in laughter, clearly enjoying this a tad more than him.

I grinned up at him, wrapping my legs around his hips.

"Oh, seriously?" asked Draco, looking down at me in plea. I bit my lip, loving this moment. I was actually in control for once. And I loved it.

Tightening my thighs, Draco closed his eyes and released one of my arms to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You're making matters worse, Kaya," he said, but I heard he didn't mind.

"Oh, I'm making matters better," I grinned, and with all my strength (luckily he didn't object), I pushed Draco over so that our positions changed.

Draco just lay beneath me, simply watching me with amusement.

"You get turned on quite easy, Mr Malfoy."

He sat up and supported himself with his elbows, raising his eyebrows.

"That's only because you're grinding yourself all over me."

"Excuse me?" I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest. "Are you accusing me of anything?"

"Only of getting me horny," he stated, and I could feel a smug smile grow on my face. "Which, by the way, I'm expecting you to do something about pretty soon."

"I thought you could take a cold shower? Those usually work, don't they?"

I braided some of the hair hanging over my shoulder, knowing I looked smug as hell.

"I've had enough cold showers to last me a lifetime the last few months. Now that this," he pointed a finger between himself and me, "seems to be working, I'm expecting you to make sure I don't need any more cold showers."

His grey eyes sliced into mine, but this time I was in control.

"Well, I'd say you could use a few more cold showers to co down that ego of yours."

Oh, his face was so worth it. Oh, I have never seen a more shocked face in my life. "Oh, look how cute you are when you're shocked!"

I bent over to kiss him, and he more than happily greeted me.


Tic-tic-tic-tic. Tic-tic-tic-tic.

Tic-tic-tic-tic. Tic-tic-tic-tic.

I groaned into my pillow, trying to cover my ears with it. "Dracoo! Turn it off…"

Tic-tic-tic-tic. Tic-tic-tic-tic.

Tic-tic-tic-tic. Tic-tic-tic-tic.


"I'm in the shower!"

Stretching out my arm, I smashed down everything on the nightstand, and considering the beeping stopped, I'd say mission completed.

It was peaceful and quiet for a while – until Draco came waltzing out of the shower.

"Kaya, what the hell?"

"I want to sleep in. So let me sleep in, or you will regret."

I could hear his smirk, I could feel it. Bastard…

"As you wish," he muttered, and I heard the wardrobe doors open and close, before I drifted off again.


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Chapter 20: Turning the Wheel
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A loud crack had me pulling a pillow over my head again.

Why would the world not let me sleep in today? It was Sunday, and I finished all my duties yesterday, so for God's sake why couldn't I get some -…

Another loud crack was heard, but this time my whole room shook – shook my right out of bed it did. Pissed me off it did.

Then I realised a whole wall was missing. Not normal…

It took me a lot longer than I like to admit for me to realise I hadn't just wacked down the wall when I shut the alarm clock off.

"Oh, holy mother of-"

Another blast sent bricks flying my way, and I covered my head with my arms.

When everything fell quiet, I got to my feet and hurried down the stairs. Talk about a bad morning. The fact that I was wearing nothing but knickers and an oversized shirt didn't seem to cross my mind at that moment, though.When I got out, most boys were running around in their boxers or pyjama trousers. Not that I complained…

Snapping out of my hormone filled head, I ran to the McGonagall's office. Right now she was the only one I knew of that could offer help and guidance.

I threw he door open, but the office was empty. Grinding my teeth, I hurried over to her desk and rummaged through everything, hoping I would find something that could help me. Thought due to my horrible luck, I came up empty handed.

"SERIOUSLY!" I cried, pulling at my hair. This was not the right time for whoever being up there to mess with me.

"Professor –"

I looked up towards the door, and in the doorframe stood a boy no more than 12-13.

"Head Girl?"

I gave him an improvised smile, and stood up straight. "And you are?"

"Oh, Jason Clark. 3rd year."

"All right, Jason. You were looking for McGonagall. What do you need?"

The fact that I was keeping so insanely calm in a situation like this even surprised myself. Maybe I was a good Head Girl?

"My friends. They're scared. I don't know what to do."

I nodded approvingly, and walked around the desk towards Jason. "Which house are you in, Jason?"


"All right," I smiled and as I stopped in front of him I felt incredibly small. He might've just been thirteen, but he was only a few inches shorter than me.

"I'm sure you're scared, but when people look up to you like your friends clearly do, you need to be brave."

Jason nodded, but I saw in his eyes he wasn't just scared. This boy was terrified beyond belief.

I clasped my hands on either side of his face, and I looked him straight I the eye.

"Want to hear a secret?" I asked, and he nodded hesitantly.

"I'm probably even more scared than you. Being the leader is tough, but you need to keep your head clear to think. Whatever crazy idea comes up in your head, if there's just the smallest chance of survival – take it. Even though you're not entirely sure it'll work, don't show it. Because if they see that you're hesitant, they will be even more hesitant."

"I don't want to die," he sobbed, and I felt so guilty. "You're not," I promised him. "You're going to be all right. I know it."

I dried his tears as he nodded, and then we ran to find his friends.


I thought duties were pure bull, but in a situation like the one I'd been thrown into, I realised those duties had actually prepared me for taking on bigger challenges. Guess I should never underestimate the power of duties.

After I helped Jason find his friends, I watched him take the lead for a short while before I left. I wasn't sure where I was going or what I was looking for, until I stumble over something and smashed against the hard stone. I closed my eyes. I knew the dark side of war. People would die. And they would lie where they died because nobody would have time to move them. Turning my head to look at who I had stumble over, my heart stopped for a short moment and I felt coldness wrap around me. I felt empty.

"No!" I shrieked, hurrying over to him. "No, no, no, no, please, no."

I brushed the ginger hair out of his face, slapping his cheek continuously.

"You are not allowed to die. Not you, please, not you," I begged, tears streaming down my horror struck face. This was NOT happening.

I pressed two fingers to his neck, closing my eyes and hoping with all my might I would find a pulse, but there was nothing. This just couldn't be happening. I couldn't lose my best friend.

"Ron, please…"

I took a hold of his shirt, and I clenched my fist. Of all the people who could…

I bit my lip, and with all my strength I hauled Ron so that he was lying alongside the wall. No more people would kick him.

Forcing back my tears, I stood up. I had never before felt so heavy, so empty, and so shattered.

Everything felt so … wrong.

Just as I was about to turn away from the body, a pain shot through my head and I covered my ears to try and block it out.

Then the creepiest, nastiest voice bored itself into my head;

"Bring me Harry Potter, and you' will be rewarded greatly; you've got one hour."

Then everything went eerie quiet on the outside, but in my head everything was a mess, and I completely blacked out. 

The next thing I remember, I was pressing what seemed to once have been a white tee against Aden Hale's shoulder. His bleeding wouldn't stop, and panic was rushing through me, along with adrenaline. I was acting on impulse, glad I had seen rows and rows of Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice whenever I was home on holidays. 


"It's a lost fight, Kaya," said Aden, but I just shook my head. "I've lost enough people. I am not losing you, too."

"Since when were we that close?" He choked a laugh, and I couldn't help but smile. "You stood up for me once. I'm sort of in dept."

"You mean that time in first year? You remember that?"

"Of course I do. I never forget people who are nice to me," I gave him a friendly smile. "Especially not the ones whose face I see every day."

Aden smiled and lay back down, trying to keep still like I told him to.

I tried several more healing spells, but none of them gave any massive change.

Gritting my teeth, I rummaged my mind to find any more spells. There had to be one.

Trying everything I could come up with, I finally got the bleeding to stop and took a deep breath.

I got hold of a young boy, and had him get Aden to the Hospital Wing.

"Now I owe you," he smiled, but I just shook my head. "We're even as long as you heal and become your old self.

He nodded before the boy escorted him away, and I was left on my own. I was covered in Aden's blood, my shirt now soaked.

As I looked around, a light above me caught my attention. Someone was fighting in the Astronomy Tower.

Bracing myself for another run – this time even with a million flight of stairs, I set off.

I ran past several duels, casting a few spells and hoping it would maybe help some of them.

Then I sprinted up the stairs, and I didn't stop until I reached the top. And then I stopped properly, dead in my tracks.


Only a few feet in front of me stood Harry, clearly ready to fight.

Draco looked rather uncomfortable, though.

"Draco, what are you doing?"

"Stay out of this," hissed Draco, keeping both his eyes and wand on Harry.

"No," I said, walking up to Harry. "No."

"Kaya, you're making matters worse."

"No, you are. I can feel something missing from my memory. I know the only person getting something out of removing parts of my memory is you. You're making matters worse."

"I took what I did to spare you. You wouldn't understand. You won't ever understand."

"That's not true and both know it!" The fact that I was standing right next to Harry didn't bother me. And I doubt he had anything against it as long as he wasn't attacked.  "You just never gave me the chance…"

"Because I had a mission. And I need to fulfil it! I might have felt something for you back then, but that was never important. Everything that matters is this. Nothing else."

"So after everything, that's what mattered?" I asked I disbelief. "Destroying him?" I gestured for Harry, staring at Draco in disbelief.

"Destroying him is all I have left," said Draco, his eyes still fixated on Harry.

"You had me!" I cried, wanting him to realise he was being stupid.

Draco shook his head, finally, finally looking at me.

"I lost you the minute I got this mark," he said, and drew up the sleeve on his left arm. He revealed the Dark Mark, and I looked away. I knew he had it – I'd noticed it before.

"You just haven't let yourself admit that," he said and pulled down the sleeve again. "But it's time you do."

In rage I grabbed Harry's hand. "If you intend on hurting him, then you need to get rid of me first," I snapped and pushed a willing Harry down the stairs, and ran.

I soon lost track of him, but I continued to run.

Then the same horrible voice invaded my mind;

" I am commanding my forces to retreat, so that in their absence, you can dispose of your dead with dignity."  

 I looked around, and saw everyone around me doing as I; covering their ears in a helpless attempt to keep the voice out.

"I am now speaking directly to you, Harry Potter; tonight you have been a coward and let others die in your place, and there is no greater dishonor.

If you do not come and join me in the Forbidden Forest to confront your faith, I will kill ever man, women and child who tries to conceal you from me." 

I immediately wished I had kept track of Harry so I could tell him not to go into that forest. I would more than gladly fight for him. Voldemort had already taken Ron from me, and Draco. I was giving that bastard our last hope of a good ending, too. 

I didn't realise I was by the Great Hall until I almost ran into Luna and Neville carrying a young girl. She looked too pale and lay too still to be alive. She couldn't be more than 13.

"You all right?" asked Neville, and he looked relieved to see me on my feet.

"Fine," I answered automatically, even though I was nowhere near fine. 

"Is this…"

"A morgue, sort of, yeah," Neville nodded, and I walked with him and Luna inside.

That's when I saw him.

Brave Jason, who had come and asked me for help now lay emotionless on a barrow. His eyes were closed, and he almost looked like he was sleeping.

Luna and Neville lay the girl they'd been carrying onto the barrow next to Jason, and that's when I realised she was Jason's friend, Annabelle.

"You found him?" I asked, stroking Jason's cheek. I couldn't help but feel guilty for his death. If I hadn't told him to be brave…

"I witnessed it," Neville said, and I looked up at him. "You did?"

He nodded, "brave boy. He stood up to Yaxley all on his own, after he had killed this sweet girl. He fought nobly as well, until Yaxley used dirty tricks and this boy, unfortunately, was thrown off guard.

"You knew him?"

I nodded, and stood up.

"This has to end," I said firmly and both Neville and Luna agreed.

"But there's not much we can do," sighed Neville, and I felt as if a light bub should have gone off above my head.

Without any further due, I ran for McGonagall's office again. I could stop this. All of this. This war didn't even have to happen. Ron would live, Jason would live. Everyone would be fine. By a few simple turns.

This time there was no door to push in, and I threw papers everywhere. I was pretty sure McGonagall wasn't to fixated on how clean her office looked right now. If she even was alive.

As I found what I was looking for, I lay the necklace around my neck, and brought it up to my face.

One last time I looked out of the window, but only to see the damage this war had cost. To think of all the innocent lives that had been taken.

Then I turned the wheel, crossing my fingers I would end up in the right time.

Then, closing my eyes, I let go.

A/N: This might be the end for Nobody Breaks My Heart, btu look out for the sequeal! Yes, the sequeal in which Kaya will end up in a new time, make new friendships and struggle with new romantic events. The question is, will she be able to carry out the mission she arrived for?

As for quotes I have used Voldemort's speech which has been taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, owned by Warner Bros Inc. and J.K.Rowling.

I have also mentioned Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice, which belongs to Shonda Rhimes.