Hey! This is my second story on fanfiction! I hope you enjoy this! Anything you recognise, J K Rowling owns, lucky woman! I wish I could own Draco Malfoy! ;P

So here we go!

My name is Maya. I'm sixteen years old. And there is only one word to describe me. Invisible. To all my peers and teachers in school that is. Not at home. My home life is fairly normal. I have both my parents and I have a little sister who is thirteen and a little brother who is nine. I am also a witch. Not one of those fancy purebloods who have a load of money, nope, but I am a half-blood, which to be honest, I pride myself on. I mean, it's like best of both worlds. My mum is a witch and she works in the Ministry of Magic and my dad is a muggle police man.

My sister, Lizzie and I both go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are both Gryffindors but she is in third year and I am in sixth year. Hogwarts is the only Wizarding School in the country but the best in Europe.

I don't have a clue as to why I'm Gryffindor because I have none of the traits (bravery, courage and ambition... nuh huh definitely not me). I don't run off on wild adventures like Harry Potter and his two friends Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. I tend to stick to the basic places, you know the ones, that's the Great Hall, the classrooms, the dorms, the common room and last but certainly not least, my sanctuary.

The Library. That's where I am now.

I put down my quill and re-read the Potions essay I had just finished. I smiled as I reached the bottom of the two foot long piece of parchment. If I didn't come second to top to the class with this (I could never beat Hermione, after all, she wasn't called the Best Witch of our age for nothing), I never would. I had spent four hours writing, re-writing, editing, taking noted and then finally re-writing it neatly. What else would I have to do on a Sunday evening? Hang with friends? What friends? I thought bitterly.

I yawned widely as I glanced at my watch. It was only 8 o'clock. That essay had really knocked the stuffing out of me.

After I shoved all of my work stuff into my rucksack, along with my precious copy of Pride and Prejudice, I started the 10 minute trek back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Half way there, I turned one of the many corners of the castle only to walk straight into a wall.

"Ouff!" exclaimed the wall. Wait, walls couldn't talk...could they? From the position where I had landed (on my ass), I looked up straight into stormy grey eyes. They were gorgeous and I couldn't look away.

Once realizing that I had actually hurt myself (I could feel a shooting pain go up my back), I scrambled painfully to my feet.

"Ow" I muttered pathetically. I glanced up again and took in the shaggy blond hair that fell into the gorgeous stormy eyes. My eyes followed the shape of his straight nose down to his lips and across his strong jaw line. Draco Malfoy. In other words, the Slytherin Prince or Player. Draco Malfoy came from one of the oldest wizarding families. He was rich, gorgeous, could have any girl he wanted (which he did, one for every week) and he was cocky. It was known throughout the whole school that he hated muggleborns (more commonly known to him as mudbloods) and he hated Gryffindors. He thought of himself higher than anyone else in the whole school, even above a couple of the teachers.

Why wasn't he insulting me? Or glaring at me? Or having a go at me for walking into him? Wasn't he meant to be nasty, the ultimate Slytherin Prince?

"Are you ok?" He asked. But all I could think was Ummm...? I'm sure my eyes were the size of saucers.

"Uh yeah, well, um, no, not really uhhh..." I took a deep breath. "I mean, yes, I'm fine just a tad shocked, that's all, thanks."

I know I'm in Gryffindor and he's in Slytherin and we were meant to be enemies, but I had to treat him politely and with manners because after all, he had never done anything wrong to me, maybe others, but not me.

"Oh right, ok. What's your name? I've never seen you around here before, are you new?" I guess he saw me wince because confusion crossed his features. "What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself after all?"

I tried to lie, but there was something stopping me. So I blurted out the truth.

"It's just I've been here for six years, I started here the same year as you, I have been in most of your classes and I have even been your partner a couple of times in some lessons but you still don't know my name?" I asked.

I know I don't have any friends but I thought someone from my class for the past 6 years would be able to put a name to my face. Clearly not.

"Oh." He looked, surprisingly, kinda guilty. "But you didn't tell me, what's your name?" He looked me straight in the eye. My legs felt like they had turned to jelly. All I could think was he's so fit. I looked down at my feet to try and organise my scattered thoughts.

"Maya, my name is Maya."

"What house are you in?" His eyes were sceptical. I could hear what he was thinking: Well, she's not Slytherin otherwise I would know who she was but I hope I haven't just wasted a conversation on a Gryffindor, maybe she's in Ravenclaw? That was all he could be thinking.

Waiting to see the disgust on his face, I told him: "Gryffindor." I glanced up to see a frown mask his features.

"Oh. Right. Well, Maya, I got to get going now. I'll see you around." He walked past me with a wink.

"Um bye, Draco." I turned and looked back around the corner to see his retreating figure. I pulled my bag back onto my shoulder and trudged on back to the common room.

That had to be one of the weirdest things to have happened to me whilst I have been at Hogwarts.

The Slytherin Prince himself had spoken to me, Little Miss Invisible. And then looked guilty when he didn't know my name. Then, he winked at me, after finding out I'm in fact, in Gryffindor, so basically someone he was brought up to loathe. Could that get any more confusing?

When I finally reached the common room, I went up to the dorm, got in my pyjamas, got into bed and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep and dreaming of a certain blond-haired Slytherin...

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the rest of the girls in the dorm getting ready. I just laid there for about half an hour trying to open my eyes but failing each time. I listened as one after another, my dorm mates left the room. It was once when they all had gone down to breakfast then that I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. As I hopped in the shower, I tried to remember what my dream was about last night. It was something to do with Draco and trees. Merlin knows what it was. Perhaps he climbed a tree in my dream? That was the sort of thing my brain would conjure up; something totally weird and confusing. After I got out the shower and dried my hair with a beauty spell I had found in a Witch Weekly magazine, I put on my school uniform which was a skirt that came to just above the knee (I was not one of those slags that had their skirt so high that it was no longer than a belt), a blouse and a cardigan which had the Gryffindor crest on it. I put on some tights because it was kinda chilly and popped on my ballerina pumps. For finishing touches, I put on some foundation and some mascara (my limits) and left my hair down. I glanced at my appearance in the full length mirror. I wasn't skinny but I wasn't fat either. I'm just slim with curves. My hair was auburn and came down past my shoulder blades. I had deep blue eyes that at the moment were staring right back at me.

On my way down to breakfast, I wondered as to why I was making such an effort this morning, perhaps what had happened the night before was still fresh on my mind. I also wondered as to why the corridors were so empty. I felt dread creep into my tummy as I glanced down at my watch. I read 9:15am. Damn! That made me 15 minutes late and I still had to get down to the dungeons to get to Potions. Forgetting all about breakfast, I started running towards in the direction of the dungeons. On the way, I figured it all out in my head. It would take 10 minutes to get to the dungeons whilst walking so hopefully I would get there in half the time if I ran. But then I was facing points being docked and/or detention. Snape, as it was universally known, did not like Gryffindors. It's been a proven fact since Merlin knows how long.

I was panting heavily once I had reached the door; it had taken me 6 minutes. I took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Ah, Miss Moore, nice of you to join us. Ten points from Gryffindor for your tardiness now please take a seat." Snape sneered. I sighed and looked around the classroom for a spare seat. Double Potions was shared with the Slytherins, so I looked over at the "Gryffindor side" and couldn't see any spare places. I spotted a seat and, without looking to see who was next to it, I sat down. I got out my book, a piece of parchment, a quill and ink bottle.

"So as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, we shall be making Ambrosia, which Miss Granger so kindly informed us, is a love potion which smells of the person's favourite things." Professor Snape droned on. I have never enjoyed Potions and I tended to zone out once I had found out what potion it was we were going to be studying. As I got more and more bored, I glanced to my left to see who I had sat next to and to my surprise it was, of course, Draco Malfoy. Typical.

I quickly looked back down at my parchment and began taking notes, hoping that he hadn't seen me and was too busy making eyes at Pansy Parkinson. I felt all of sudden angry and found myself planning the pug-faced girl's demise. What was this I was feeling? And why?

"Hi, Maya" I heard whispered next to me.

"Hi, Draco" I replied without looking up. Why was he talking to me?

"Miss Moore, would you please refrain from disrupting my class even further than you already have? Once more and it will be detention." I sighed again. I think have been told off more in this one lesson than I have in the rest of my schooling at Hogwarts.

I was surprised to see a piece of parchment in front of me when I looked down again. In beautiful, curling handwriting, it read:

Sorry about that. Anyway, how are you?

Don't worry about it. I'm good if not a bit bored, you?

I wrote back. I mean, yeah, having a short conversation last night was acceptable, if not a bit odd. But why was he starting a conversation in the middle of Potions in front of all him mates when he could be having a conversation with one of said mates?

I'm good too. I know Potions can get quite tedious can't it?

Not to sound rude, but why are you talking to me? When you could be talking to one of your mates?

I wrote because I really wanted to know why, of all the people in the room, he chose me to talk to.

Well, why not? And what mates?

I dunno, because you don't know me really. And what do you mean what mates? There's Zabini, Goyle, Crabbe and um... Parkinson.

Well, having a conversation is a good way to start knowing someone, right? And what I meant by what mates was that yeah there's Zabini, but he can be a bit of prat, Goyle and Crabbe are like two baboons so they wouldn't even be smart enough to have a conversation with me, and Parkinson, just ewww, don't get me started on Parkinson.

What do you mean, don't get me started on Parkinson, aren't you like, dating or something?

Nope, no way! All she ever says is oooh, I love you soo much Drakie-poo! I mean c'mon, just yuck!

LOL, then why were you making eyes at her just then?

That was not making eyes at her! That was my 'hey-girl-your-my-exe-but-just-because-I'm-bored-I'll-look-at-you-so-you-do-something-stupid' look.

Your what look?

You know, when you stare at someone for so long then they get paranoid and then they do something really funny. It's a good past-time, you should try it someday.

Umm, ok?

LOL, so Miss Moore, as I said earlier, there is no better way to get to know someone than having a conversation, so what's your favourite colour?

You didn't say that. But anyway, I can't tell you.

Why?

Because then I would have to kill you.

Why?

Because it isn't my house colour and then you will take the piss.

So what colour is it? I won't take the piss, promise.

Ok. It's green.

Oh, interesting, the traitor of all Gryffindor because her favourite colour is green.

Was that sarcastic?

Haha, no, what made you think that?

I dunno, I just got this inkling.

I smiled. This was rather fun. I thought he would be all moody and boring. But he was actually very funny and sweet. I watched as he bent over and scribbled something down. His hair fell in front of his eyes and what he was writing so I couldn't see.

LOL, ok, so what is your favourite food?

That's easy. Pizza.

The food you hate?

Anything from the sea.

Uh huh. What's your favourite subject?

Charms.

Who's your favourite teacher?

None. Ah, perhaps Dumbledore, but does he count as a teacher considering he doesn't teach us?

Yeah, if you want.

"Miss Moore!" Snape bellowed. I jumped a mile. I looked up to see Professor Snape glaring at me, his face slightly red.

"That is it! Get out of my classroom right now and you will be serving detention with me tonight at 7 o'clock, don't be late, now GET OUT!" I quickly grabbed all my stuff. I was about to pick my parchment when Draco put his hand on my wrist.

"Sir, it was me as well, it wasn't just Maya, so shouldn't you send me out and make me serve detention?" Draco spoke up. I looked at him as if he were crazy. Like the rest of the class and the teacher as well.

"Very well, Mr Malfoy. Detention same time and you should leave the classroom." Draco packed up his stuff and followed me out the door.

As soon as I was out the door, I whirled and rounded on him.

"Why did you do that? You have to serve detention now!" I exclaimed all the while ignoring the fluttering that was going on in my tummy.

"Well, it was my fault you got sent out wasn't it?"

"Well, yeah, but why would you hand yourself in like that? For a Gryffindor, too?" I asked quietly.

"I..." He looked me intensely in the eye again. Then he turned less serious and smiled. A genuine smile, not the smirk everyone says he has. "So, I can now interrogate you out loud."

I groaned. Why was he so bloody interested? Nobody knows anything about me and to quite frankly it scares me to think that all the things I had kept to myself after all this time, I would be telling someone and not just someone, Draco Malfoy.

"Now, now, I'm not that annoying am I?" He chuckled.

"Well no, it's just that no one knows these things about me..." I mumbled whilst looking down.

"Well now someone is. So do you have any brothers and sisters?"

"Yes, I have a younger sister, Lizzie, she's thirteen and a younger brother, Matthew, and he's nine."

"What's your favourite flavour?"

"Ummm, must be chocolate." I answered. If he was serious about this question lark then we were gonna be here a while. I slid down the wall and sat there whilst Draco sat down beside me and rattled off questions and me answering each.