A/N: So I've missed you guys.

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YOUR HEART'S DESIRE

Chapter One

That was going to be a crappy day.

I should have known. Because, honestly, when you have a person screaming at your face at 8 o'clock in the morning thatyou're going to disappear from the face of the earth before dinnertime, there's not much improvement to be awaited till said dinnertime is over.

Right?

Yes. Damn right…

"Mr Malfoy pay attention to your crystal ball." Aforementioned soon-to-be-screaming person mutters over my head.

"I am, Professor Trelawney, it's just that all I see is this fog…" I reply while a hushed snigger comes from my right and I turn to face no other than my bespectacled, goody-two-shoes friend, Albus Potter.

"Real mature." I roll my eyes at him.

"Look closer Mr Malfoy. Look with your heart not your eyes. Only the eye of the soul can reveal the future!" I felt perfectly nauseated. Eye of the soul my arse! I wanted to scream at her.

"I try but, nothing." I take a quick look at the ball in front of me, confirm nothingness and grin back happily.

"Better luck next time." I add giving her the thumbs up. But sadly enough she had long stopped paying attention to me.

She was somehow staring at my crystal ball, like it was a pile of golden coins; her eyes even glimmered, I swear!

To add to the drama she picked it up, held it tightly for –what was it?- five seconds and then let it fall to the floor with a loud, empty 'thud'.

"You!" Her crazed glare stopped me from commenting that pointing at people (namely me) is rather rude.

"Soon your face, will not be yours and your life will another's. Lost in your foul heart's desire, you will be replaced. Your biggest fear you are yet to meet. And you will be gone from this world before midnight." She shrieked eerily and even Al, who was at the next table had to back down a little.

I laughed because it was stupid, this whole prophesy thing. And I laugh now, for having laughed back then.

Thankfully the class was over soon and I found myself walking down the countless flights of stairs with a black-haired guy mocking me.

"Can I have your broom? Since you are, you know… disappearing tonight!" I raise an eyebrow at his question.

"No." I shake my head and Al pouts.

"But you are…"

"Shut up." A death glare makes him come to his senses.

"Someone woke up at the wrong side of the coffin today…" There he was again, making stupid jokes about my skin color and hair.

"Did you finish the Transfiguration essay for tomorrow?" I change the subject.

"No. But you did. Correct?" Al tries to pass his message, forcing me to come to a halt.

"I'm not letting you copy it." I announce.

"Oh come on Scorpy!"

"Scorpy?" I shriek, like Trelawney had half an hour ago.

"There goes your chance for my Potions essay as well." I had made up my mind to force him to study a little this year. Besides it is way too time consuming to change your own work to avoid getting caught by the Professor for copying.

Not that anyone would believe I'd copy from Al…

"Ok, ok, sorry! Won't happen again, Scorp… -ius." He finishes sadly.

I just put my hand in my pockets and keep going down the stairs, coolly and elegantly, like a true aristocrat, if I say so myself.

"Watch your step princess, this way you're in serious danger of stepping on your ego and falling." A loud voice hits me from the bottom of the staircase.

Wondering who the hell was referring to me as a … well, princess, and being half-sure I already had the answer to this question I hurried to where the mocking voice came from.

True enough, a too short and too loud for her own good, redhead was waiting at the end of the stairs, her blue backpack hanging loosely from her small shoulder and her skirt going effortlessly all the way down to her knees.

What a geeky nun! I told myself.

"Well, if it isn't the school's most infamous nerd." I smirked superiorly at her. She flamed me a couple of red curls, or so I thought, before turning to Al and ignoring me completely.

"Hey Al, how're you?" She smiled at him.

"Sleepy, but I had a good time in Divination. You?" My friend shrugs.

"Great! Now look, your mom owled me the pants you asked from home. Said Emmental broke a wing or something and she couldn't send them with him." I chuckled inwards. Really, who names their owl after a cheese? My friend Al apparently…

"Oh, shit, poor Emmy! Well, thanks Rosie." Al mumbled. Whimp!

"Never mind. Gotta go. See you in lunch!" She waved at him and made a rather inappropriate hand gesture at my astounded –from disgust- figure.

"Hag." I commented more than pissed off by her 'go die' attitude towards me.

Not that it was something new or whatever, but it just didn't seize to annoy me. Thankfully she didn't put families into the game too often. Otherwise we'd be in very bad terms. Whereas now we're in relatively bad terms. In a sense that I hate her more than my mother's porridge (which unfortunately is horrible) but less than Voldemort (who was a serial killer nut job).

"Don't be too sad she didn't notice you exist, mate." I raised both my eyebrows at his idiocy. It seemed that no matter how much (and clearly) I explained to him that I harbored no feeling other than disgust towards his cousin, Al's tiny brain could not comprehend this.

Still, to me Rose Weasley was nothing but necessary evil. A little dirt that came together with the package that was Albus Potter. I had to see her almost daily, hear her banter about how great school was and throw out her LML ( Love My Life) bullshit because, for some unknown reason Al liked her and I liked hanging out with Al.

But that was all.

Any further encounters we had usually included us two fighting over… whatever. Hexes flying left, right and middle. I can't deny that it was intriguing, but at the same time it was annoying. She was annoying!

Yet, if I had a galleon for every time I heard Rose Weasley was awesome I'd be even richer than I am now. And that's really rich!

Now I could give two explanations for that. Either she had fed everyone in the school except for me with Amortentia-poisoned candies, or studious, arse-kissing, prissy, frizzy redheads were the new trend and I just didn't get the memo.

Well, whatever the case, it was beginning to drive me up the walls, the fact that everyone adored her so. Even guys like me, who were supposed to like hot, eager girls had a soft spot for the nun.

But enough about her.

What was I saying?

Oh, yes.

"I don't give a shit if she noticed or not. So shut it." I repeated to Al.

"Defensive…" He sing-songed.

"Annoying." I replied likewise.

"So anyway, why is she in a hurry?" It's not like I actually cared. I was just bored and wanted a distraction.

"Went to meet her new boyfriend." My friend explained and my brows furrowed on their own accord. For a dork she really did date a lot.

"A new one?" I chirped, putting these thoughts at the back of my mind.

"Yeah." He nods. "Austin Thomas from Gryffindor." Hah. Another Gryffindor hero-wannabe. Well, at least he was decent. As opposed to Emeric Smith who deserved a Crucio instead of a girlfriend.

To my great relief the next few classes passed uneventfully, to the point that I felt confident enough to inform Al that he should stop hoping to get my new broom cause I planned on being around for a long time.

"You trying to say that Professor Trelawney's prophecies don't come true?" My black-haired friend adapted the most pretentious scandalized face I've ever seen.

"Outrageous." He said and threw some more food into his bottomless stomach. I was too hungry to 'keep the sarcasm going' as he and I liked to call it.

Instead I grabbed another piece of what looked like chicken pie and stuffed my mouth with it.

And I was currently finishing my third piece when I realized that the nudge I've been feeling on my shoulder for a few seconds was not going away unless I did something about it. Apparently it couldn't wait till I was done with lunch.

I made a full turn so that my back was now facing the table and I looked up boringly.

There was a 6 feet tall, broad-shouldered, angry looking guy glaring down at me in all his hero-wannabe magnitude.

"Can I help you Thomas?" I smirked and leaned back nonchalantly. He crossed his arms and his dark brows came so close to his eyes that looked like an extension of his eyelashes.

"You called my girlfriend ugly. Apologize!" He spat out unbelievingly. I barely refrained from bursting in laughter. Did I really have to apologize for calling someone ugly when someone was? Either way, did Rose-hex-your-brains-out-Weasley really need him to protect her honor? And did he actually think that going after probably one of the few men in our year that didn't find Weasley charming was the way to go about things? Shouldn't he focus more on his possible antagonists?

Then suddenly a new question popped in my head.

More importantly, had I called Rose Weasley ugly?

I remember calling her many things but not that. It was rather odd really, since I always thought outwards appearance was the last thing she had to worry about.

Well, whatever.

"I'm trying to eat here. Go tell your bullshit to someone else." I discarded his words completely.

"Are you denying it then? That you spoke badly of my-" Oh, I had had enough.

"I'm simply saying I don't care. Go away." I said it as if I was talking to a three-year old.

"I am not going away unless you take it back." He stomped his rather big foot on the stone floor. He was giving this hero-thing his all. Well he better had. Otherwise he'd have no chance in front of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"Fine, fine. Rose Weasley is a cute and charming little bookworm. Her dorkiness makes my heart beat faster." My tone was all but honest but Thomas didn't seem to notice. Merlin, I'd like to see him going up against the Dark Lord. He'd probably be like 'Wait, Voldemort ? I thought we were fighting someone called You-Know-Who.'

I was ready to tell Al exactly what capacities I thought Thomas' brain had when I was forced to stand up. By a hand pulling up my collar no less.

"I knew it." He shouted for everyone to hear. I very much doubted he knew anything but still I complied.

"What now?"

"You fancy my girlfriend!" And he came to that breakthrough all on his own, I tell you. Yeah…

"Are you insane?" I stressed every single word.

"You act like you don't like her but the moment I press matters a little, you're making a confession to her." I just had to gag at that.

"Have you been going out with her behind my back?" He shook me back and forth as I tried to understand how I had gotten myself into this mess.

"No way!" I huffed when he finally stopped with the shaking.

"I don't believe you." Austin Thomas barked. "I'll go ask her."

And with that ending line he was gone.

"What just happened?" Al nudged me and asked.

"Beats me." I answered a little tipped off that he hadn't even stopped eating to see if I were ok and all.

"She drives 'em nuts doesn't she?" Brody asked and both I and Al rolled out eyes. As if. I thought.

And I was right. She didn't drive Thomas crazy. On the other hand Thomas might have messed with her already 'upset' mind a little in the one hour's time my Potions lesson gave him. Because the moment I got out from the dungeons and began walking to my Quidditch practice I noticed Rose Weasley waiting for me.

Notice being an understatement. She was standing at the middle of the corridor, hands in front of her small frame, hair throwing flames here and there, eyes likewise.

"I wonder some times," She began, slowly.

That was probably her favorite quote, cause she kept repeating it over the years. "Are you freaking mental?"

And yes, that is what usually followed the quote. Or something similar, like 'Are you demented', 'serious', 'for real', even 'taking drugs' .

I stared at her, then at my fellow Slytherins that were sniggering nearby, then back at her.

"Another problem?" I breathed out defeated.

"Yes, how did you know?" Her voiced went so high it was pretty much pointless for people to listen. Bats might find it easier to understand the sarcasm though.

"I didn't say you were ugly, damn it." I explained.

"No you didn't!" And before my brain managed to process this she added. "What were you thinking?"

I blinked repeatedly.

"Huh?" Was all managed.

"I sent him specifically to you, so that you would tell him I'm ugly. And for some reason he came back thinking we're dating behind his back." Insert some evil, Slytherin laughs here. "And I ask you, how did this happen?" She tried to fix her hair but failed.

"Hey! You sent him to attack me?" I hollow in turn.

"Don't be such a cry-baby blondie." She smirked my smirk. The 'you're so ridiculous' smirk that I had specially created to use on her.

"I am not obliged to play with your troll Weasley."

"I never asked you to, just to say what you think of me. Was that so hard?"

"It wasn't hard, it's just that I was going to get killed for it." See my dilemma here? Say the truth or stay alive? Of course the answer is easy for every Slytherin.

"Like I said, cry-baby."

"Oh, please, don't you think it's actually pathetic that you have invented such methods to 'train' your boyfriends?"

"I was just trying to show him that not everyone likes me." Because just saying so would be too hard…

"Well, it's not my fault he can't take a hint now is it?" I retorted.

"It sure is. Especially when you call me cute and charming!" Now that was paraphrasing.

"A cute, charming bookworm, is what I said."

"Are you challenged? That's neither a compliment nor an insult."

"I was being diplomatic."

"Really? Then how did I end up single?"

"Point is, I stayed unharmed." And then on afterthought. "Why do you worry anyway? It won't be long till you find a new fan to shag."

"Excuse me?" if she were a wild animal she'd be showing me her front teeth menacingly about now.

"Well, we all know it doesn't take you long to get over a break-up and start over." I could tell that hit her hard by the way her face changed. Before it was just angry, now the marks were deeper. She seemed, almost hurt. Or I was just over sentimental about it.

"Take that back!"

"What, that you are easy to bed?" I pushed it a little further, maybe I was not thinking very clearly about it. Because the next moment she was sending my wand to the floor and hissing.

"I swear Malfoy you'd better run if you want your life."

And like the obedient person that I am, I ran.

And ran and ran till I had no breath left and no sense of direction. Luckily I could not hear her anymore, but I was totally and absolutely lost as well. Which was rather unfortunate.

I stopped and looked around for students but found none. There weren't even any painting on the walls that might direct me to the Great Hall. I was pretty sure I had come from the right but then again going left didn't seem too bad. I reallywished there was some place for me to hide.

In the end I decided to open the first door I'd find and ask someone where I was. I'd try to avoid mentioning I was a seventh-year in case that person would feel like pointing out that I should have learned my way around this place after all this time.

With that in mind I boldly opened the wooden door; only to come up with a pitch black room, probably a broom closet. I started looking for my wand to cast a Lumos spell, but stopped as soon as I remembered how that idiot Weasley had taken it. Just my luck.

Still I had stepped in and stood carefully by the door, mumbling to myself how much I hated that redhead. I forced myself to calm down and took a good look around. It sure looked bigger than a broom closet but not more inviting than one. The room was as dark as hell and smelled something between mould and mud. A small light allowed me to face a pair of stone walls that had greens spots here and there.

Suddenly, the sound of feet on the floor had me jumping up and retreating even further in there.

First I felt something cold and big colliding with my back, something I noticed just then. To my great surprise, I sensed said big and cold thing falling backwards. Before I managed to turn around a loud 'bump' was heard and soon many smaller 'crack' and 'creaks'.

For the thousandth time that day I cursed Weasley and wished she'd just disappear. It was all her fault after all.

To my great relief the small light inside the room and allowed me to see exactly what I had destroyed. True enough the mirror was reduced to pieces. And it was a real pity because it was a rather beautiful mirror.

I messed my hair, picked up the pieces and tried to put them back to the frame.

"Damn it, just come back to life you stupid piece of-"

Right now I should probably mention that this was not a broom closet.

Having cleared that up…

I felt a strong gust of wind sweeping me off my feet and pulling me forwards. It was a peculiar sensation I must say. Like I was being eaten by something and being hit on the head with a hammer at the same time.

It became even darker because I closed my eyes shut and tried to hold on to something till the 'storm' was over. And just like that, for a few moments I lost consciousness.

When I woke up a wave of relief covered me. I had not let go of what I was holding and was still in that strange place. I made sure I could stand on my two feet again and walked out.

It was a real wonder how many magical rooms there are in this castle, I'm telling you. And it's a bloody school so shouldn't there be some protection? You can't just walk into death traps now can you?

I sighed audibly when I saw the paved floor and the stone walls of the corridor again. I looked around for Weasley but since she was nowhere to be found I decided it was time to head back and call it a day.

Besides I was more scared of that place than her.

I took the moving staircases and arrived in the Great Hall faster than I would have expected. There, people were already in the middle of their dinner.

I cooled my step and whipped some sweat off my forehead. Al was sitting at the far end of the Slytherin table together with Brody and Goyle whom he knew I didn't really like spending time with. I cursed at his antics and patted his back with my hand.

"Hm?" He looked up from his pork chops and gave me a questioning look.

"Have you seen your cousin?" I whispered quickly looking cautiously around.

"You'll have to be a little more specific." He muttered boringly.

"Your cousin, Rose is after me. Need I say more?" I hissed, causing Goyle to glare at me. Bloody dolt!

"You mean Roxanne." Al pointed out more than asked. I shot him a perplexed look.

"Nooo… I mean Rose." I paused to wonder what he was trying to pull this time.

"You know, red hair, terrible mouth, reads all day…" I said.

"Look, Malfoy, I don't know what has gotten into you, but please don't bother me. I'm eating here." My best friend Al spat in my face.

"I always said this dude was crazy." Goyle intervened, Merlin knows why.

"Look, Al doesn't have a cousin named Rose. Got it?" He added.

Instinctively I gasped for air.

It was starting to dawn on me that something was wrong.

A/N: Ehem, a bit of a cliffie that one.

Still what do you think? Should I keep going or drop this?

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