Woo. Tom Felton/Draco Malfoy is the epitome of hotness. Everyone writes a story about Draco/OC, and I think I'm going to do one, too.

Although they're all the same piece, I'm pretty sure I can make this one different.

So, here is my mini-fic about Draco Malfoy, his man-slutness, and a Slytherin Girl never destined for the dark side. This does NOT follow the books, it's the seventh year for The Golden Trio, Malfoy, and my OC, and Dumbledore is alive. (Omg!)

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Ariadne Nocturne was never supposed to be in Slytherin. At least in her mind. Her parents, both Death Eaters, were overjoyed when their daughter was sorted into their house, their alma mater. But Ariadne personally hated the green and silver banners that plastered the majority of her life.

"Ariadne!" her mother called. The young girl awoke with a stir, almost flinging her half-conscious body onto the dark wooden floor. "You'll be late for the train! It's your last year at Hogwarts, and so help me, we are not going to be late!"

The voice of Violeta Nocturne was shrill and authoritative. The woman was in her early forties, with glittering green eyes and wavy brown hair. She was petite, compact, and as intimidating as a pregnant Hungarian Horntail. She was the polar opposite of her husband, who was quiet and reserved. Adrien Nocturne, if his voice was ever heard, was soft and strong. He was much taller than his wife, and the white-blond hair on his head was fading to silver. He saw the world through slate grey eyes.

Ariadne, a perfect mix of both, shuffled groggily toward her bathroom. Italian granite covered the floor, and the morning sun fell softly through white Venetian blinds. She reached inside her Vichy shower and turned a few knobs until the water flowed steadily. The water was scalding within seconds—just the way she liked it. She loosened the rubber bands in her golden hair and rubbed the sleep from her green-and-grey eyes. She wasn't that tall, around 5'2, with an athletic build.

She stepped across the white tiles and into the multi-headed shower, letting the boiling water relax her muscles. She would be seeing her arch nemesis today. No, not Potter. Malfoy. The pompous, self-centered brat who has tortured her for most of her childhood. Ariadne refused to have the baby pictures of them anywhere noticeable in their house. Or should she say, mansion.

Being buddy buddy with Voldemort has given the Nocturne family endless riches. Their estate was settled on the Atlantic coast, built into the cliffs of Mother Britain herself. Their mansion was a combination of grey stone and steel, protruding from the cliff with sharp, elegant angles. Her own bedroom faced the waves and opened to the highest balcony of the three-story home. It was enormous, paved with white flagstone and curved in a perfect semicircle around the western wall.

Ariadne shut off the water and wrapped a green fluffy towel around her raw skin. She stepped onto a matching bathmat and proceeded to get dressed. She chose a loose off-the-shoulder shirt as white as fresh snow. On her legs were light brown corduroy drainpipe pants which disappeared into boots of a darker brown hue. After drying her long, wavy hair, she half-jogged down the stairs and into the grand dining room. She crossed the threshold and was met by the sight of three additional people.

The Malfoys.

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"Good morning, Ariadne." her father said calmly, cutting off his wife from making an unnecessarily loud upbraiding. Ariadne returned the greeting and turned to face her parents' guests, extending a slender hand to Lucius and Narcissa.

"So nice to see you after the summer, Ariadne. Your hair looks lovely." Narcissa was always warm to Ariadne—the young girl was the daughter she'd always wanted. Lucius nodded and turned back to his omelet.

When Draco said nothing, his mother nudged him with a pointy elbow.

"Draco! Where are your manners? Ariadne is waiting to greet you!" Draco raised a platinum brow at his fellow Slytherin and stuck out his tongue while the parents were occupied. Ariadne rolled her eyes and plopped down next to her mother. With a loud crack! the family house elf was in the room.

"What would Miss like for breakfast?" the tiny house elf was named Rosie, and around her tiny body was a torn piece of tablecloth.

"The usual, please. Thank you, Rosie." with a white smile Ariadne returned to the conversation.

"So, Ari, you'll be going to Hogwarts with the Malfoys this morning. The Dark Lord has given your father and I a special assignment. We're to track some Order Members in Diagon Alley." her mother beamed. The young blonde didn't even bother to look at Draco's face. The smirk she detested was plastered on his smug mouth—that was for sure—and she didn't need to see it this early in the morning.

"Is your trunk packed, Ariadne?" Narcissa asked sweetly. Ariadne nodded in resignation and began to pick at the French toast Rosie brought her.

"Excellent! Then we shall leave when you're finished." with a pearly smile, Narcissa rose with her husband and son and waited outside on the lowest balcony of the Nocturne Estate.

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"Does the Misses have her wand?" Rosie flit around Ariadne's bedroom, snatching the last minute things her forgetful master had misplaced.

"Yes, Rosie. Thank you. I don't think I'm going to take Zeus' carrier, either. He hates it in there." she was referring to the pure white cat at her feet.

"Of course, Misses. And with the addition of your winter coat, you should be packed!" the house elf squeaked.

Ariadne bent to hug the small house elf before she left.

"Misses! There is no need to thank Rosie, or hug Rosie for that matter! Rosie is only doing her job!" Ariadne shook her head and smiled. "Rosie, you've been such a good friend to me, and I appreciate all your help."

Large, fat tears welled in the enormous green eyes of the house elf.

"Oh, Miss Ariadne! You have made Rosie so happy! So very, very happy!" with an excited little squeal, Rosie disapparated out of the room. Ariadne scooped up Zeus with her left arm and pulled her wand out into her right hand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" her trunk was bobbing behind her like a large parade balloon as she skipped down the wooden stairs. She met her parents by the door and forced a smile.

"Here, this should be enough money for whatever you need." her mother stuffed an enormous sack of galleons into her overflowing trunk and patted her daughter on the head. Ariadne sighed inwardly—money seemed to always take the place of parental care.

"Sorry we can't see you off, love. Duty calls, you know. And just think, when you come back for winter break, the Dark Lord will want to induce you as a Death Eater!" her father sounded so proud. The tone was wrong in Ariadne's ears and her stomach twisted guiltily. How could she join a regime she had no heart for?

She shook the feelings of dread from her heart, hugged both of her parents briefly, and walked outside to the front balcony.

Their house was only accessible by apparition, seeing as their estate was carved out of the bluffs themselves. The Malfoy family lounged on the enormous deck with Mimosas courtesy of Rosie.

"Are you ready, Ariadne?" Narcissa asked. With a gulp she nodded. She knew that Apparition was coming—and she hated the feeling. But regardless, she clutched the arm of the white-blonde woman and felt her word twist into oblivion.

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They were deposited on Platform 9 3/4, right in front of the steaming engine of the Hogwarts Express. Ariadne put her trunk on a passing luggage cart and walked back to the Malfoys, who had just finished saying goodbye to their son. Narcissa closed both children into an embrace and Ariadne felt a hot tear roll into her hair. Narcissa was crying.

"Have fun you two! Now hurry, we were late to begin with!" Lucius shook Ariadne's hand before she turned to walk with her mortal enemy onto the Express. Once they were inside, they found almost every compartment full. There were open seats with the Golden Trio, but Malfoy wouldn't have a moment of it.

"Nocturne! What makes you think I'd want to spend a moment of my time with The Chosen One, a Mudblood, and a blood traitor?" he asked incredulously. Ariadne shoved him against a wall and watched him fall to the ground.

"Don't make me hex you, Nocturne!" he snarled from the floor

"Still calling me by my last name? Aren't we a little old for that?" with a coy smile she ducked into the nearest compartment, scaring a gaggle of first years half to death.

"Hello, kids! Can I take your compartment?" once the children saw the Slytherin Crest on her Hogwarts robes, the children gulped and nodded, shuffling out of the compartment one by one.

"Ellie! That girl isn't nice, she's a Slytherin!" she heard one of them growl.

"Arnold, so what if she's Slytherin? She was nice enough to ask. If you keep up that attitude, I bet you two galleons and a box of Bernie Bott's you'll be sorted into Slytherin!" the boy shut his mouth after that piece of logic. Ariadne made a mental note to be nice to the first year named Ellie. She had faith in humanity still.

A few minutes later Draco stormed into the compartment, hair slightly ruffled. He found Ariadne reading an edition of Teen Witch Weekly.

"You look like a startled bird, Draco." Ariadne didn't even look up from the article she was reading. Draco smoothed back his platinum hair and glared at her through steely eyes.

"Don't talk to me, Nocturne. If Blaine's compartment wasn't full I wouldn't be sitting with you!" Ariadne raised a manicured brow and smiled knowingly.

"You mean, if Pansy Parkinson wasn't in that compartment. Don't have the heart to tell her no yet? How pathetic are you?" Malfoy snatched a pillow off the upholstered bench and threw it at her. It knocked the magazine from her hands and onto the floor.

"Oh no you didn't." Ariadne locked the compartment door and yanked down the shutters, whirling on Draco in one move.

"You're trapped now, Draco. What're you gonna do?" before he could reply with some insult Ariadne tackled her fellow Slytherin. His head slammed into the carpet and she sat on his chest, pinning his arms down with her knees. His legs kicked out, trying for purchase, but Ariadne leaned back on his ahem "man area" and he stopped struggling immediately.

"Do. Not. Throw. Pillows. At. My. Head." she hissed. Draco wiped the look of fear from his face and replaced it with muted triumph. This change of pace confused Ariadne momentarily.

"If you wanted me so badly, Nocturne, you just had to tell me so. No need to let Pansy get in the way of you and me." he winked an icy blue eye and laughed as Ariadne's mouth fell open in disbelief. She slapped Draco across the face. Hard. She was satisfied when her handprint was branded onto his pale cheek. The look of actual hurt was so clear on Draco's face she stood instantly, even more confused than before. Draco got up and sat on the opposite bench and glared at her.

"I'm sorry." hurt was replaced by surprise on the young Malfoy's face. Ariadne gingerly picked up the magazine off of the floor and continued to read it. They sat in silence until the Express wheeled to a screeching stop. Ariadne glanced out the window to see Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, swinging a lantern and beckoning the first years loudly.

"Firs' years wit me! C'mon now, get yerselves in gear! Firs' years this way!" she watched the young girl named Ellie walk next to her cynical friend Arnold. She hoped the girl would be sorted into her house. Slytherin could use more kind souls.

Zeus awoke from his five hour nap to climb onto Ariadne's left shoulder, his preferred place when traveling. She looked over to Draco and saw him fast asleep. She walked over to the boy and nudged him with her hand.

"Hn…Ari..oddd…..neee….ughn…" he was mumbling incoherently in his sleep.

"Zeus?" the blonde girl watched the cat leap from his perch and land on Draco's face, blocking any sort of air flow the boy needed. Within moments he awoke with a gasping, seizure-like movement.

"Good kitty...Good morning, sunshine! It's time to go to school!" with a fake smile Ariadne brushed the hair out of the boy's eyes and left the compartment.

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The entrance hall was as polished and ornate as ever. Ariadne looked over at the four large hourglasses that held the jewels used for counting House points. Their meters were all set to zero. Her eyes trailed off to the grand staircase, the countless portraits, and the trophy cases which paraded the glories of past Hogwarts legends. Her train of thought was broken by a tap on her shoulder.

"Miss Nocturne!" she heard the smile in his voice before she saw him. Her best friend and fellow Slytherin, Hiro Taminama. He was a tall and skinny Japanese wizard, with a spiked black fauxhawk and odd eyes. His right was a warm chocolate color, while his left was a cloudy blue. That eye was destroyed in a magical mishap when he was very young. Her eyes moved to gaze upon the entirely opaque blue sclera before he swept her into a bone-crushing hug.

"How has the summer been?" she dove into her boring summer routine while he listened intently. The two seventh years took their seats at the Slytherin Table in the Great Hall while the tiny first years came in.

"They seem to get shorter every year…" Hiro said uneasily. A first year, who only came up to Hiro's thigh, squeaked and ran when she heard him. Dumbledore rose to start the ceremony.

"Good evening, Hogwarts students! Welcome to the new school year! I would like to introduce to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Alastor Moody! For those of you who don't remember him, three years ago he taught for a single year before departing. Well, he didn't teach, rather, an imposter did, but that's beyond the point. May I also present Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, who will be sorting you first years this evening." with a sweep of starry-colored robes, Albus Dumbledore sat in his golden winged chair.

An old witch with a pointed hat rose from her spot at the teacher's table and pulled from beneath her cloak a battered old hat. She conjured a stool and placed the hat atop it. Much to the first year's shock, and for some, fear, the hat's seams split into a face that began to sing a song.

A thousand years or more ago
when I was newly sewn,
there lived four wizards of renown,
whose names are still well known:
boldGryffindor, from wild moor,
fairRavenclaw, from glen,
sweetHufflepuff, from valley broad,
shrewdSlytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
they hatched a daring plan
to educate young sorcerers
thusHogwarts Schoolbegan.
Now each of thesefour founders
formed their ownhouse, for each
did value different virtues
in the ones they had to teach.
ByGryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
ForRavenclaw, the cleverest
would always be the best;
ForHufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungrySlytherin
loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

'TwasGryffindorwho found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

The hat waited for further instruction from McGonagall, who produced an enormous parchment from thin air with the names of the first years written on it.

"Ellie Arneston!" the tiny, brown-haired first year walked up to the stool with short, choppy steps. With shaking hands she placed the hat upon her braided head. It instantly came to life and began laughing. She shrieked in surprise.

"Little Ellie! Oh, what a fine mind you have! And a fine heart, too. Very brave. Hmm…" the hat seemed to be mulling a few things over. "Maybe Gryffindor! You've surely got the valor! Or Ravenclaw, perhaps? Your mind is bright and new…or maybe even Hufflepuff. Your loyalty stretches beyond the norm, young lady." Ellie blushed at the praise from the hat.

"But Slytherin…what about Slytherin? Hm. You're sharp as a tack, dear lady. And you've got ambition. Where do you want to be?" in Ellie's mind she begged not to be sorted into Hufflepuff. That was where her sister was, and she hated her sister.

"Not Hufflepuff, eh?" an outraged yell erupted from the yell0w-and-black table. Ellie tried to avoid her sister's enraged face.

"Fine. I've made my choice. Slytherin!" the tiny girl's robes changed from plain black with the Hogwarts crest to silver and green with the signature crest of Salazar Slytherin. With shaking hands she stumbled over to the Slytherin table, who cheered loudly for their newest addition. The girl had no choice but to sit directly across from Ariadne and Hiro.

"You're the girl on the train!" Ellie Arneston exclaimed. Ariadne nodded with a slight smile.

"Welcome to Slytherin. I'm Ariadne Nocturne, and this is my best friend, Hiro Taminama!" the little first year shook Hiro's hand hesitantly, eyes glued to his visual impediment.

"I lost it along with my parents to a backfired spell." he winked his blue eye and she gulped.

"Don't mind him. He's a loony." she giggled as her friend Arnold was being sorted. The black-haired wizard looked as if he were going to be sick. The hat chattered away about the boy's family and the long line of Ravenclaws he hails from and whether or not he belonged in their legacy. His eyes shut tight and he was whispering furiously to the hat.

"All right, All right already! Bloody hell, for a little tyke you sure talk a lot. Gryffindor it is!" the scarlet and gold table erupted in applause as he took his spot next to Harry Potter and a boy Ariadne was sure was named Colin Creevey. Either way, he had a camera and was taking loads of pictures incessantly.

Ariadne watched Ellie curiously—waiting for her reaction to her friend's new House. The girl looked sad—perhaps she had a bit of a crush on the pessimistic boy.

"Don't worry. Not all Slytherins and Gryffindors are enemies!" Hiro assured her. Ellie looked back with scared brown eyes.

"Yeah! Hermione Granger, the curly-haired witch next to the redhead and Harry Potter? We've been friends for a long time. Both of us have a slight rivalry—but only in academics. Otherwise we're perfectly friendly!" Ariadne smiled, trying to stave off the look of despair from the young girl's face.

"Okay. If you're sure…" she took a skeptical glance over her shoulder toward the Gryffindor table.

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Dumbledore finished his announcements and ordered the feast to begin. With satisfied sounds of surprise, the students eagerly took to the now overloaded platters of food on their tables. Baked chicken, filet, fish of any variety, potatoes, salads, and other sides were in abundance. Ariadne and Hiro took matching plates of lemon chicken, Caesar salad, and wild rice. She was about to take the first bite of the meat when she was doused by what was sure to be a goblet of pumpkin juice. A high nasally voice began laughing.

"Sorry, Ari! I didn't see you there!" Pansy Parkinson cooed. Her black curly hair bounced around her pug-like face.

"Pansy. You have three seconds to piss off before I smack you." Pansy said nothing and began making faces at her.

"How old are you, you twit? Three? Four, maybe? I said, get away from me!" her voice was low and dangerous and a hush fell over the hall as she rose. Ariadne was taller than Pansy by about two inches, but it was enough to get the hall's attention.

"Miss Nocturne? Is there a problem?" Dumbledore had barely raised his voice, yet it carried easily across the hall.

"No, Professor. Miss Parkinson merely has spilled her pumpkin juice all over me. May I be excused?"

"Before dessert, Miss Nocturne?"

"Please, Professor." Dumbledore gave his permission and Ariadne strode from the hall, planning her revenge on Pansy Parkinson the entire way to the dungeons.

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Professor Snape gave her the password on her way out, and she reveled in the solitary walk down to the Slytherin dungeons. She reached the stone wall next to the portrait of Elizabeth Burke and uttered the key: "Basilisk." The stone wall slid open quietly to admit her into the Slytherin common room. The place was paved entirely of slate grey stone, a color that was not unlike the irises of Ariadne's father.

The dungeon had a low ceiling made of a thick glass—the Hogwarts lake was right above them. It gave the common room an eerie, greenish glow, that cast its spell over the armchairs and couches in the center of the room. A large, black-marble hearth already had a roaring fire within it—the only non-green light in the room. She veered to the left and up to the girls' dormitory to bathe.

Ariadne grabbed her toiletry bag from her trunk—already sent up by a caring house elf—and skipped down to the washroom. After drawing the curtains and turning the tap in the bath to almost boiling, she sank into the scalding water and scrubbed the sticky juice from her hair. Three washings with strawberry shampoo later—her hair was back to normal. She began to drain the bath as the other Slytherin girls were entering the bedrooms. Ariadne walked back to her trunk and put on a loose white t-shirt and pajama bottoms of a deep purple color. She went back down to the common room to sit with Hiro in a plump green loveseat. Their friendship has always been platonic, a deep love that is only shared by friends. As she snuggled next to him, she never believed their friendship would progress beyond that. And that was definitely okay, she was tired of all the unwanted advances she usually got. Hiro stroked her freshly washed hair with long and slender fingers, humming an indecipherable song. She almost drifted off to sleep when Draco stormed into the room, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He and his friends took the couch across from the loveseat Ariadne and Hiro were sharing. The blonde girl felt her best friend's muscles tense at the sight of the Malfoy boy, so much so Ariadne sat up.

She squeezed his hand as if to ask, "Are you okay?" Hiro squeezed her hand back twice: no. Ariadne rose then, taking Hiro and walking toward the boys' dormitory.

"Be sure to use protection, Nocturne!" she heard Malfoy call. Ariadne strode back to the boy, fists clenched. In front of the entire common room, she punched Draco Malfoy in his eye.

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So, there's my attempt at Draco Malfoy romance so far! Tell me what you think, review and recommendations only make me a better writer for you guys!

Happy reading, Katie.