A dark and silent stillness came about. Much like the calm before the storm so to speak. Slivers of subtle moonlight crept along the high eves of the tall trees, along with the eerie sense of being watched by unseen beings. With a yawn, the creature silently slunk away, keeping to the shadows, its ebony fur blending perfectly with the emptiness surrounding it, as it quickly passed hallways and corridors, edging closer and closer to the forbidden forest.

Draco was wandering the empty halls late at night; the tip of his wand lit so he could see what was in front of him. He didn't necessarily like being a prefect, mostly for this reason. It had its ups and downs, like being able to take points away from the stupid first years in the other houses for no particular reason. But when it came to losing his sleep for absolutely no reason, he despised this job.

But tonight started out different; as he turned the corner on the first floor, that was when he saw it. The shape of a dark wolf walking through the halls. Curiously, he started following it, the light tip of his wand leading the way. He kept his distance, not wanting to get attacked.

The wolf's ears pricked up, keeping a vigil out for anyone that could cause her harm or discover her. It looked around once more before escaping the edge of the grounds and heading towards the darkness where she knew the forest would be waiting for her. The small pack on its back, rattling slightly as she trotted.

Draco followed the creature quickly, keeping his wand low to stop the light from extending out too far. He narrowed his eyes slightly, noticing something sitting on its back. He had to do a double take when he realized what it really was.

What in the bloody hell was a wolf doing with a backpack on its back; knowing was too far in now, and his curiosity got the better of him. He made his way into the woods after it, sticking to the trees for cover.

The crunching of leaves under her feet, caused her to let out a sigh of contentment, and she let out happy growls and whines.

Rolling around in the leaves once before shaking them off, and continuing her journey. The smell of pine and fresh cool air, its calming and gentle aroma, her cocaine.

Draco continued to follow after the animal, constantly ducking in and out of the trees. He knew if it saw him, the wild dog could easily kill him with one snap of its jaw. He continued to stare at the backpack on its back.

A thought suddenly hit him. The way it moved and acted as it walked through the woods, the look in its eyes as it glanced up at the sky. It was very… human like. Draco smirked. This wasn't any ordinary wolf.

After having traveled for about a mile or so into the brush; the wolf bowed down, releasing the backpack from her person and laying it on the ground.

A hollowed tree was nearby, and with the pack now in its jaws; the wolf carefully went inside, and set the bag down. Grabbing a small blanket that resided hidden in a small bush out and carrying it back to her cave.

He watched curiously. There was no way this was a normal wolf. He knew that now for sure. This was a person. Student or teacher, he wasn't sure, but he was going to find out.

With a smirk, he slowly started creeping closer, the tip of his wand no longer lit, but pointed directly at the backpack sitting on the ground.

Within seconds, and an accio spell out of his lips, it could be in his possession. He just needed to get a little closer...

Her pointed ears, now erect shifted in the direction of the sound of leaves crunching. She uttered a low growl, her fur standing on edge. Physically, she couldn't see anyone, but she smelled him.

The scent of subtle cologne, and musk was familiar, she couldn't quite put her finger on it but it came from somewhere or someone she knew.

Draco froze at hearing the growl coming from the tree, slowly moving behind another tree, careful not to crunch anymore leaves. He glanced around the corner of the tree, waiting for the growling to stop, waiting for the animal to fall asleep before he made his move. He didn't want it to know it was him.

A bush suddenly began to shudder and to her surprise, it was a hare. It flicked its whiskers and upon smelling her, hopped off deeper into the wood. She chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her own silliness. Placing the bag in front of her, the wolf ducked into the blanket, resting her head on the bag and using it as a pillow. Before long, her hazel eyes were surrounded by a shroud of black and she fell into deep slumber. Her paws jerking gently an hour later, a sign that her sleep was in fact a deep one.

Draco cursed under his breath when he realized it had rested its head on the one thing he wanted to take. He stared at it, eying its chest as it rose and fell slowly, heavy breaths coming from out of its nose.

The animal was definitely asleep. He made his way out from behind the tree and across the woods swiftly.

He lowered himself slightly, grabbing onto the handle of the bag. Biting his lips together nervously, he slowly started to pull the back out from the head of the creature, careful not to wake it and to allow the head to fall gently onto the ground.

He wanted to let out a deep sigh when he finally got it, but held himself back, slowly stepping away from it and back towards his hiding spot, the bag against his chest and the wolf still fast asleep.

The wolf curled up into a small ball, its tail curved inward, and breathes shifting small speckles of dirt into the air, lightly snoring.

When Draco reached the edge of the forest, he turned around and made sure nobody was following him before putting the bag down on the ground. He quickly pulled it open, digging through it, throwing certain things off to the sides.

He frowned, not finding anything of interest. It was then he felt the silver rope on his fingers of a necklace. Slowly, he pulled it out. He smirked at what he saw.

"Got you now."

The morning bell echoed through the emptiness of the forest, waking the wolf up with a jolt. She groaned, heart pumping loudly against her chest. She shook the leaves out of her fur, and then turned around, heart dropping at the sight of what wasn't there. Her bag was gone.

She frantically searched for it, digging up the ground and looking around outside, nothing. She was panicking. Had someone followed her there? Or had a beast gone off with it?

The bell rang once more, giving her five minutes before class would commence. She didn't have time to look around; Snape would have her arse if she was late, again. She sprinted towards the grounds, phasing back into her human form when she was at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Her long black curled hair bellowing behind her as she ran, shoes clattering along the stone floor. Her light skin, now laced with reddened cheeks as she was half out of breath. She quickly sat down in the only empty seat available just as class had started.

But something else caught her attention, that same scent from the night before, hit her nose like a truck.

She held her breath, nervously searching around the area, scanning her eyes in search of who it might have been, but quickly brought out of her train of thought as a voice called out to her.

"Please turn to page 278, today we will be studying on how to brew the Draught of peace. This will be the potion you must perform at the end of term to pass my class." Snape said as he overlooked the classroom of students.

"Wonderful. Another detention with Snape." She muttered.

"Ms. Toretto?"

Right on time.

"May I ask why you don't have a textbook placed in front of you?" Professor Snape asked as he moved towards her. All eyes fell on her, and it made her cheeks turn pinker than what they were originally.

George Weasley raised his book in the air with a light smile on his face. "Isabella and I can share my textbook, Professor." He offered.

"All students must have their own textbooks, Mr. Weasley. One more interruption from you, and I'll deduct 20 points from Gryffindor." Snape said, still staring her down.

"Professor, if you don't mind, I have an extra book." Draco reached into his own duffel bag, grabbing the book out and holding it for Snape to see. "It's not doing me any good here."

Snape glanced up at Draco, looking at the book in his hand. "Very well, Mr. Malfoy. 10 points to Slytherin for being so generous." Snape said as he turned his back on the students and headed towards the front of the class.

Draco stood from his seat, walking over towards her desk. He placed it down, smirking at her.

"You would think, being in a class two years above your education level, you would be more careful not to lose your personal belongings." He gave her a knowing look, slowly walking back to his seat, a proud smirk on his face. She would know now. She would know that he knew who she really was.

Snape eyed both Isabella and Draco warningly. "Next time Ms. Toretto, bring your textbook or I'll have you helping Filch clean the dungeons. Is that understood?" He said, walking back to the front of the class.

Isabella nodded her head.

"What was that about?" George whispered, from the next desk over, quite confused.

Isabella shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know."

"Mr. Weasley? Ms. Toretto? Do I have to separate you two?" Snape interrupted.

The two shook their heads again, and Isabella stared at the back of Draco's head, confused, eyes widening quickly as the scent came full blast.

Draco? Draco Malfoy followed her into the forest?

She looked down at her book, horrified as the scent of his cologne washed over her face and opened the textbook, feeling her blood run cold when she realized it was her own.

It was then that she comprehended just what had happened that night.

"Oh no." She whispered, panic stricken.

Draco slowly turned around, smirking at her. When nobody was paying attention, he subtly pretended to howl at the moon, chuckling to himself when he saw the horror in her eyes. He turned back around, picking up his quill and pulling out his parchment to take notes from the class. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.

She was too in shock to even realize that George was talking to her. To say she was freaking out was an understatement.

"What am I going to do?" She whimpered. Draco would surely tell anyone or everyone, or worse, blackmail her. No one could know, it would mean a one way trip to Azkaban for her. "Please let this be a bad dream. Please let this be a bad dream." She prayed to herself.

Draco stared at the board, taking one more look behind him at Isabella Toretto before turning back to the lesson. He let out a small chuckle that only he could hear. "Let the games begin..."

No notes had been taken, nor words from the professor register in her ears. All she wanted to do was run. Run away and never return. It took the ringing of the bell to bring her out of her own swirling vortex of thoughts.

"Izzy. Izzy." A voice called out to her. "Class is over, Toretto. You don't want to stay here forever, do you?" The redhead smiled at her, and crossed his arms. "Has Hermione rubbed off on you that much that you actually fancy classes?"

"Sorry, George. Must have not heard the bell." She muttered, fingers fiddling to hold her book up. She dropped it and groaned, bending down to pick it back up. "I'll see you later, Weasley. Suddenly, I'm not feeling good." She said, holding her book tightly to her chest, and running off towards common room, taking a short cut through empty halls.

Draco watched as she quickly darted from the room, his smirk only growing. He quickly walked after her. He was taller than she was, had longer legs, and was able to catch up to her despite how quickly she was making her way down the empty hall. With his seeker skills and the perfect opportunity approaching, he reached out for her, grabbing her upper arm and throwing her against the wall. He quickly trapped her in between his arms and his body, her back against the stone wall. "Where you off to in such a rush, Toretto?"

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She growled, attempting to shove him away and being unsuccessful. "Don't you have a bitch that needs fucking?" She glared at him, wanting to slap that little smirk off his cocky pale face.

"No, I'm a little too busy catching the stray dog on the loose in Hogwarts." His smirk didn't disappear as he leaned in a little bit closer to her, accidentally inhaling her scent. He felt his senses tingle at the smell of warm autumn coming from her, and instantly hating himself for the way it made him warm up on the inside. "I wonder what the Ministry would think..."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you mean your little bitch, Pansy. I'm sure she'll come home if you whistle hard enough." Her heart fluttered, and she felt her own breath hitch in her throat. "What would your father say if he saw you conversing with a half-blood? Wouldn't he disown you?" She smirked, "Being that you're stupid enough as it is, I'm sure knocking you down another peg would make your intelligence equal that of a krup."

Draco's smirk fell slightly, and he tightened his grip on her arms slightly. "Acting stupid is only going to make this worse in the end Toretto. I know your secret..." He brought his head down closer to whisper into her ear, only inhaling her scent more. "You better watch your back. Who knows what would happen if it ended up in the wrong hands."

"Either you've lost it Malfoy, or something is seriously wrong in the Wizarding World." Isabella frowned, his breath grazed her earlobe and it caused shivers to go down her spine and skin to be riddled with Goosebumps. "Now if you'll let me go, you can go back to your whore and I can get back to my room." She managed to get out, biting down on her lip while he had his head leaned down dangerously close to her neck.

Draco stared at her, lowering his hands. He couldn't explain the sensation he was feeling in his chest as he looked down at her. Something inside of him wanted to keep touching his skin to hers. "You seem to have quite a fascination with my sex life there, Toretto." His smirk grew again. He couldn't help but continue to poke and pry at her.

It was then that the hazel met the grey. Her tense body instantly softened, something behind that cruel and cocky gaze had sparked something inside her, and her mind went completely blank. She wanted to look away, but her brain wouldn't allow her that privilege. Those same eyes she learned to hate and avoid, now had her captivated and she couldn't stop her own from locking onto them.

Draco stared back at her, his body softening slightly as they couldn't pull away from each other gazes. He felt his defenses falling, his weakness showing through his skin and eyes as he continued to stare into the depth of hers. Feeling he needed to pull away from her, he cleared his throat, opening his mouth to say something, but quickly changing his mind. He grabbed her bag from over his shoulder and threw it down in front of her, staring at it. He had wanted to keep it, to use it to his advantage, but he felt the need to run, his vulnerability coming out. He glanced at her one last time before quickly darting away from her and down the hallway, his legs carrying him like lightning.

"Draco Malfoy, you are a strange boy." She was shaking her head in amazement, still somewhat dumbfounded as to what just happened. The weight of his body off of her, left her somewhat lightheaded, and she hated to admit it to herself, but she missed his warmth and scent. What was she saying? Draco Malfoy? Missing him?

"Merlin, I am going mad." She said to herself, bending down and pulling the zipper off her bag, finding all her possessions still inside. "At least, he's not a thief." Tucking her book into the bag, she threw it over her shoulder. Her only desire: To go back to bed and sleep this whole thing off.

Draco tore around a corner and froze, his back to the wall, staring straight ahead, pondering what in the hell had just happened to him. He couldn't explain the feeling that was occurring inside of him. He had never experienced them before. He had been with plenty of girls, sure. Had gotten close to them like he had just done with her, but never had they made him feel so... weightless. He ran a hand through his hair and started walking back down the hallway. He reassured himself it was nothing. He was Draco Malfoy. He didn't get that way with girls. Never had. Never would.

"Now, seeing as some of you are in this class for showing capabilities of magic beyond the ordinary wizarding level." Snape's eyes loomed over to Draco in particular. "And some of you are in this class merely because other teachers thought you showed promise." He then looked to the rest of the class, locking eyes with the few students who like Draco, were 5th years in a 7th year potions class.

Isabella glared at him. "It's only because Malfoy the spoiled brat gets Daddy to bribe the teachers into passing him." She mumbled under her breath, causing snickers to break out from a few students beside her.

"Ms. Toretto? Do you have something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

"Nothing that isn't already known Professor." She replied innocently, turning her attention back to her Cauldron in front of her.

Two weeks had passed since the little incident in the forest with Malfoy, and he didn't bring it up since then. Perhaps he had forgotten all about it,or maybe he had a change of heart? Nevertheless, no student or member of the faculty had mentioned it to her, nor her parents owl her about it; and although she was worried, her overall sense of nervousness was gradually calming.

Draco moved slightly in his seat to glare at Isabella from a side glance. He rolled his eyes at her, turning back to his seat. His mind went to her necklace that he had kept from her bag on that night two weeks ago when he had stolen it from her. He had it kept in his own bag, safely tucked away and out of her sight.

"Seeing as most of you failed the simple sleeping potion you were meant to make last week, I'm going to give you another chance to make it up. If you fail again, I'll take points from your house." Snape glared over at the Gryffindors. "Now, get out your supplies and get to work. Before I change my mind." He sulked back to his seat, cloak billowing behind him.

"What's wrong with Snape? Think he's alright?" Isabella asked, grabbing some Valerian Roots. She held all the ingredients in her arms and then turned to the red head, raising an eyebrow. "You didn't slip anything into his drink did you?"

"He's not the cunning one between the two of us, Izzy." Fred came in between the two, separating them and grabbing some Sopophorous Beans. "If anyone slipped anything it would have been me."

"Yeah, sure you would have, along with raising our marks as well?" George smirked.

"You'd need more than a simple potion to do that. You'd need a miracle." She joked, chuckling.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." He rolled his eyes, and as Fred left, he turned back to Izzy, forcing a smile. "Hey, Izzy. You think you and I could talk for-"

"What makes you think she even wants to talk to you?" Draco shoved his way in-between the two, nudging George hard with his shoulder, reaching into the cabinet himself and grabbing what he needed. "Might as well give up now, Toretto." He smirked at Isabella. "It's not like you'll pass a second time anyway. You'd need help from someone who has intelligence in this practice to get anywhere at it."

"Let me know when you see someone." Izzy rolled her eyes and walked away, setting her ingredients back on her desk.

"You really have a way with girls don't you Malfoy?" George mocked, shaking his head and leaving Draco alone as the other students gathered around the shelves, gathering ingredients.

At least Pansy was far away, her sickening behavior would have made her lose her lunch; even the thought of it made her shiver, but she quickly pushed the thought away and began to cut up the ingredients laid out on the table.

Draco quickly grabbed all of his ingredients, throwing down on his table before walking back over to Isabella, a smirk printed on his face. When he reached her table, he leaned over onto it, resting his elbows on the edge. He kept his voice low as he spoke. "So, Toretto. I figured by now you would have come to me and asked for it." He glanced at her neck. "Your neck seems a little... bare."

"Go away Malfoy. I don't have time for your little games today." She kept her eyes down on the table, setting up her ingredients to be thrown into the cauldron, ignoring him. "Why don't you do something for a change? You know, work. Or maybe bother someone else?"

"Nah." He shook his head, grabbing one of her ingredients and examining it, "I like bothering you too much." He looked down at her as she started cutting up her lizard tongues, raising an eyebrow. "You know, you're supposed to juice those first. Then cut them up."

"I wasn't asking for your help, brat." She glared, setting her knife down and making eye contact with him. "Can you just leave me alone? What is it with you and meddling into my life? Don't you get enough out of making other people miserable?"

He smirked at her, grabbing the knife from her hand. "And don't you want a good grade. Merlin, all I'm doing is trying to help you." He tried forcing his smirk away, but failed miserably. He reached for her jar of lizard tongues, grabbing three of them out and squishing them with the side of the knife. When he was satisfied, he pushed them back towards her. "Here, just cut them up and throw them in there. Don't be a stubborn Gryffindork and just accept my help."

"I want you to leave when I get back."

She moved the tongues away and took some more out of the jar, repeating Draco's action and cutting the tongues into small pieces. The smell coming from them was revolting, and it took everything in her not to vomit. The color in her face was fading, and she held her breath, leaving the table and going over the shelves and grabbing a sprig of lavender to calm herself; allowing the scent to hit her nose and overpower the smell of death.

When she came back over, Draco was still standing at her table, but with something else in his hand. Her necklace swung in his hands, the two dogtags glistening in the little light that emanated from the darkened room; as he smirked at it, watching as it moved back and forth in front of his face. He stared at it with interest, more than even he thought was possible.

Her eyes widened with shock. "You had it?" She asked, reaching to snatch it from his fingers and grasping emptiness as he pulled it away at the last minute. "Give it back, Malfoy!"

He shook his head at her, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Toretto." He put it in his cloak pocket, out of her reach. "You're not getting it back that easy..."

Isabella pushed herself off the table, storming over to his end, pointing to his pocket and looking around for a brief moment before scowling at him. "Malfoy, I swear on Godric Gryffindor-If you don't give me that necklace back-"

"What?" Draco snapped back, scowling at her. "What are you going to do about it?" He got a little bit closer to her, keeping his voice low.

"Maul me to death?" He glared at her. "Go ahead. I dare you. Because the second you transform, I'm turning you into the Ministry."

She opened her mouth to say something, but the bubbling of her cauldron caught her attention. It was boiling over, "Shit! See what you've done!" She exclaimed, struggling to get the cauldron to turn into a light shade of lilac, stirring it and nervously following the directions of the potions book in front of her.

Draco smirked, proud of himself. "Told you, you wouldn't be able to do it without the help of someone who knows what they're doing. Because, clearly, you don't." He shoved his hands in his pockets and walked back over towards his table, fingering her necklace in his pocket the whole time.

"I hate you Malfoy!" She yelled loudly, a few Slytherins snickering as they looked over.

"Turn the temperature down Izzy, and stir it counter clockwise while adding some asphodel." Hermione said, noticing the distress in her friend's voice. "Let it sit for about 5 minutes more and it should turn light pink."

Isabella did as she was told and minutes later, the potion did indeed simmer down and change in shade, becoming lighter. After bottling the potion in a flask; she glared over at the Slytherin end of the classroom; bashing Draco's annoying little face in her mind.

Draco hadn't even bothered to do his potion again. He had passed with an E the first time, and found no need to do it again. Hell, it wasn't like he had to anyway. Snape would pass him no matter what. He glanced over at Pansy as she gave him a seductive smile. His own smile grew on his lips. He of course, was only using her. The sex wasn't amazing, but it was good enough for him. And while he knew Pansy had feelings for him, he could care less about that. He had told her he didn't want a relationship with her, and she had continued to come to him night after night anyway. The bell ran, dismissing the class, and Pansy quickly jumped from her seat, walking over to Draco, still smiling.

"Drakey, want to hang out later?" She held onto his arm, smiling up at him, and whispering. "I think there's a few of us sneaking away to go and drink some alcohol at the top of the astronomy tower."

"Ugh, this is disgusting." Isabella mumbled, gathering her things in her school bag, with a saddened look on her face. Her necklace was lost for good, and she didn't have the heart to tell her brother that the necklace was lost to a snooty Malfoy. With a sigh, she draped the bag over her shoulder and walked out.

Isabella quietly slunk through the halls yet again as a new moon was in the sky, allowing the halls to be darker than usual. As quiet as she could, she left Gryffindor Tower, went down the staircases and out into the main hall, hiding behind pillars to keep hidden as Filch came up at the end of the hall, a bright lantern in his hands, and his loyal cat in tow.

Draco let out a sigh, sitting down on one of the stairs, his elbows on his hands. He was exhausted, and not to mention stressed. For the past two days, he hadn't been able to get Isabella or her damn necklace out of his mind. He reached into his pocket, pulling it and holding it in front of him, staring at it. He didn't understand the hold it had on him. It had even started to affect his sex life. She would constantly come to his mind, and he was beyond frustrated with it. He had never had one single person affect him so much, and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to put a stop to this, right away.

The feline stopped in front of her, meowing and coming toward her. Her back was to the wall, and she stopped breathing, keeping as still as she could.

"Go away, stupid cat." She thought, biting her lip and hoping the cat would leave. It suddenly hissed at her.

"Come on, my sweet. Let's go. There's no vile children here." Mr. Filch spat, his shaky hands rattling the lantern.

The cat planted herself right in front of the girl, causing panic to course through Isabella.

"Mrs. Norris, come on. We've still got patrolling to do before Ms. Umbridge asks for our findings."

The cat turned to him, hissing at her once more, and trotting away to him with her tail high in the air.

She let out a sigh of relief as they disappeared and wasted no time in practically running down the halls, and towards the forest.

Draco glanced up from the necklace when he heard steps echoing down the hall. That was when he saw her, running past one of the entrance ways. He acted quickly, standing up and throwing the necklace back in his pocket and sprinting after her. He had said he wanted to put a stop to his sudden... curiosity for the Gryffindor, and he knew just how. He caught up to her just as she turned another corner, grabbing onto her arm and throwing her against the wall, trapping her.

"Well, well, well, look who's out of bed again." He smirked at her.

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The Story is indeed finished but not yet fully edited and uploaded. Updates will hopefully be once a week (Thursday's) and thanks for your patience on waiting for the next chapters. -L & B