Author's Note

This story is written by my dear friend kannaroxallyallssox and me. I hope you like it! I would say if it follows the story or not, but the thing is it takes place during the summer before Hogwarts so I really don't know if it does or not. Read and Review!

"NO!! NO, NO, NO, NO, AND NO!!!!!" Chrys yelled as she clung onto the banister in the mansion of a house she lived in. Her mother was trying to pull her towards the fireplace so they could floo to the place they were to stay for the rest of the summer.

"Chrysanthe listen to me! It's not that bad, we go every year! They're our friends!"

"They're YOUR friends mother, yours and Dad's! If I have to see that little weasel's face one more time I swear I'll blow something up!"

"Why do you always have to be so goddamn melodramatic?! If you don't come this instant I'm getting your father to come in here. And you don't want that to happen!" Chrys let go of the railing and turned to glare at her mother.

"I hate you."

"I hate you too, darling. Now come along. There's a girl." Chrys reluctantly followed her mother into one of the many spacious living rooms in their house. Her father was waiting in an armchair reading the newspaper. He looked up at her with cold, calculating eyes.

"Are we done bitching, Chrysanthe?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, we're already five minutes late. And you know how I hate to be late."

"Yes, sir." He took a handful of floo powder and threw it into the furnace.

"The Malfoy Manor." He said before he was engulfed in emerald flames. Her mother was next, and then her. She took in a deep breath, threw in the powder, and stepped in. She was tempted to say hell instead of The Malfoy Manor, because they were of course the same place, but instead decided she'd rather behave than face her father's wrath. But one of these days she was actually going to say hell and see if it took her there.

"The Malfoy Manor." She said glumly, rolling her eyes. The flames licked up at her and she was transported to the place she dreaded the most. She was now standing inside Draco Malfoy's house.

"Ah, Chrysanthe, such a pleasure to see you again." Narcissa Malfoy said as she put her bony arms around Chrys in what was supposed to be a hug.

"Nice to see you too, Mrs. Malfoy." Lucius Malfoy was the next one to offer his greetings, but as he stepped up he stopped and looked her up and down with a shocked and skeptical glance. She smirked. She knew he wouldn't approve of her look. She had on black jeans, combat boots, a white tank top, and many chunky black necklaces. Her shoulder length hair was black like her father's except she had dyed the ends red. She had bangs that fell into her piercing blue eyes and her skin was as pale as the moon, just like her mother. But what he really disapproved of, more than her outfit and hair, was the numerous piercings in her ears (and one in her navel that he couldn't see) and the tattoos on both of her shoulders. They weren't the biggest ones she could've chosen, but certainly not the smallest. She had two dragons on each shoulder, each one's fiery breath blowing up the sides of her neck.

"It's good to see you too, Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes, yes, quite nice." He mumbled as he glanced at her father, giving him a look that said 'DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DAUGHTER LOOKS LIKE?!' The Malfoys smiled at Chrys politely, both looking very uneasy.

"Oh, I almost forgot Draco wasn't here!" Narcissa exclaimed.

"That's o…"

"DRACO SWEETIE! COME DOWN AND GREET OUR GUESTS!"

"…kay, really." Chrys finished glumly. Great, just what she needed, seeing that pig before she had to. A few seconds later he came strutting into the room, flipping his platinum blonde hair out of his eyes. She tried her best to keep her lunch down.

"Mr. and Mrs. Scott, it's great to see you again." He said in a suave voice. She sneered, that boy could sell ice to a polar bear.

"You've grown up so much, Draco!" Chrys' mother said. "You've become quite the looker, hasn't he Chrysanthe?" Chrys raised her eyebrows and said,

"Oh yes mother, definitely. I've been having trouble not swooning right here and now, but I've been trying to control myself for you." All the parents of course, couldn't tell she was being sarcastic and said 'Aw, isn't that cute' and other various things along those lines. Draco could though. He glared at her.

"Now, we're going out to dinner, so get ready." Narcissa said.

"Yes, Chrys, please change that outfit." Chrys' mother added.

"Yes, Mum." Both Draco and Chrys said at the same time and filed upstairs. As soon as they were out of ear shot the verbal sparring matches began.

"What was that you pulled down there, Chrysanthe? I know I was being civil."

"Well, Draconium, at least I'm not chicken enough to wait until my parents can't hear me to be myself!"

"That's not true, I was being myself! Just in a more subdued form..."

"Mr. and Mrs. Scott! It's soo great to see you again!" She mocked, fluttering her eyelashes then sticking her finger down her throat. "You make me sick."

"Your face makes me sick!"

"Your mom makes me sick! Ohh! What now?!"

"You are so juvenile."

"Says the boy who just last year wet his bed because he had a terrible nightmare."

"How did you find out about that?!"

"I have my ways." He narrowed his eyes at her and stomped into his room. Chrys-one, Draco-zero. She walked into the guest room she always stayed in and grimaced at the pink walls, curtains, bed, well, pretty much everything. Her bags were already put away by the house elves and she picked out a black halter dress to wear and put it on. But they weren't going to make her change her look entirely; she put on a pair of boots as well. They weren't her beloved combat boots, but they would do. She freshened up her make-up and then went downstairs to join Draco, the Malfoys, and her parents.

"Is everybody ready to go?" Her mother asked.

"I think so." Narcissa answered. One by one they stepped into the fireplace and flooed to Lamberge, a haughty French restaurant. They would've apparated, but Draco and Chrys couldn't yet so they all went by furnace.

"Reservation?" The woman asked when they walked up.

"Scott." Her father answered and the woman checked her long list.

"Right this way." She took six menus and began to walk to where their table would be. "Unfortunately," she said as they reached a table for four, "we only had a table for four and a table for two left. Is that ok?"

"Yes, Draco and Chrys can sit at the other table. They probably wouldn't want to be stuck with us boring old adults anyway." Chrys' mother said as the four parents sat down at their table. Chrys and Draco scowled; they knew their parents had arranged this. The woman led them to their table, which was candle lit and screened off from the rest of the restaurant. Chrys sighed and sat down, Draco following suit and sitting across from her.

"Your waiter will be here in a few moments." She said before she returned to her post at the front.

"Well I think we both know who's behind all of this." Draco said as he motioned around him to the romantic setting.

"Oh Draco, you shouldn't have. I mean it's one thing to be so kind and charitable towards me, but all this wasn't necessary." He glowered at her.

"I meant our parents."

"I know, you dolt. Ever heard of sarcasm?"

"Yes, I have actually. Ever heard of manners?"

"I'll be nice when you stop being an ass. That being said, it looks like I'm never going to be nice."

"I am not an ass!"

"Really? Cause you sure could've fooled me!"

"Well I'd rather be an ass than a bitch!"

"Well in order to be a bitch Draco, you'd have to be a girl. But then again, I guess that isn't a problem for you."

"I meant that YOU are a bitch!"

"Well, yes, that goes without saying."

"…um…yea…"

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Well you're not supposed to agree with me!" Just then their waiter entered.

"Welcome to Lamberge, can I start you out with a drink?"

"Just water for me." Chrys said sweetly.

"Water's fine for me too."

"Ok then, two waters. I'll be right back to take your order." Chrys smiled at the man and waited until he had left the screened off area. She then turned back around to look at Draco with narrowed eyes.

"Let's just get this over with, ok?" He spat at her.

"Sounds good to me." She replied nastily. They took their menus and began to scan the list of entrees. After a few moments Chrys smiled and mumbled something to herself.

"What did you say?" Draco asked.

"I said Chrys-two, Draco-zero." He glared at her.

"You're keeping count?"

"Yep."

"I hate you, Chrys."

"I love you too, Draco." Soon the waiter came back in with two glasses of water, two champagne glasses, and a bottle of champagne.

"What's all this?" Chrys asked as he began to pour them both a glass of bubbly.

"Courtesy of your parents." She sighed. She should've known they'd try something like this. "Are you ready to order?"

"Ladies first," Draco said. Chrys bit back the impulse to say 'then go ahead and order.'

"To start out I'll have a cup of the Crème d'Argenteuil au Crabe and a Salade de Champignons a la Crème. For the entrée I'll have the Bar Roti aux Agrumes with a side of Pommes de Terre Dauphinoise and oh I think the Asperges Sauce Maltaise." Both the waiter and Draco were astounded that not only could she speak French almost perfectly, she could eat that much food!

"And for you sir?" The man asked after a while.

"I'll have the shrimp bisque and the halibut with tomato vinaigrette."

"Ok, I'll be back shortly with your food." He took the menus from them and Chrys smiled innocently at Draco.

"That was…wow…you know how to speak French?!"

"Facilement."

"Uh…"
"Fluently, you idiot."

"Well excuse me if I can't speak French."

"Tu sont trop bete a parler François, tu connard." (You are too stupid to speak French, you asshole.)

"What?"

"Never mind." She said with a devilish grin.

"Ok…"

"Chrys-trois, Draco-rien."

"Let me guess, Chrys-three, Draco-zero?"

"Well, Chrys-three, Draco-nothing, but you were close enough." He rolled his eyes at her and she smirked. This was just too easy. The rest of the dinner passed by in silence. Finally it was over and they walked out to the fireplace to wait for their parents. They came shortly afterwards.

"How was the dinner?" Chrys' father asked.

"The food was quite good." Draco commented.

"But the company was lacking…" Chrys mumbled to herself. Only Draco and her mother seemed to hear and both shot daggers at her. She sighed.

"Shall we go?" She asked seeing as how they were all just grouped around the fireplace.

"Ah, yes, yes we will." Lucius said, still amazed at the fact that she had actually gotten not only one tattoo but two bold ones in plain sight! They all went back to the Malfoy Manor and up to their bedrooms. This was going to be a long summer.