A/N: It's 1:59 AM and I am writing this story to distract me from my summer homework. I'll get to it eventually, after summer is over. Eh. Sorry about any grammatical errors. I could make up an excuse as to why there might be grammatical errors, but I'm too lazy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything belonging to J.K Rowling.

"Borges, Pamelia." Called the witch who stood before all the trembling first years. The crowd parted way as a small brown haired girl walked up to the stool with a smile that reached from one ear to the other. Sitting down, the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. That smile never leaving her face. Less than a minute later the hat had made its decision.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The witch removed the hat and the girl proceeded to the cheering table. Wearing that same bloody smile.

Draco Malfoy sat staring out the window of his room in Malfoy Manor, remembering the day he had first seen the smiling Hufflepuff. Back then he had thought very little of the girl. He couldn't and wouldn't be bothered to even glance her way. No. He had much more important things to do.

That was until the beginning of third year.

Just as Draco had turned a corner on his way to transfiguration, someone forcefully bumped into him knocking his bag down. As he turned to insult the idiot who bumped into him, he came face to face with her.

Her hand was outstretched waiting for a handshake. Just to make sure she wasn't insane he quickly glanced over his shoulders. No one was behind him. This girl was actually waiting for him to shake her hand.

"Pamelia Borges, nice to meet you. Awfully sorry about your bag." Draco had just stared at her. Wondering how many times she had been dropped on her head as an infant.

"I'm not going to shake your hand, so you might as well lower it." He finally managed to say. Needless to say he had hoped for the girl to run off, preferably crying. But instead she remained motionless with a wide grin on her soft olive skin.

"Let me help you, least I can do!" She reached down and grabbed Draco's satchel from the floor and picked up a book that had fallen out. She offered the bag over to Draco once she had placed the book back. With a scowl, he snatched it from her hands. "I have a free period, thought I'd take a walk out side. Lovely day today, eh? But I can walk with you instead. Right?" She said, showing her pearl-white teeth in a smile.

"I'd rather you not." Draco said as he stepped around her continuing on his way to class.

"Nonsense! This way we can get to know each other!" she said walking quickly to catch up with him.

"No."

"Oh please! I have nowhere to be!"

Draco was getting quite annoyed with the young brown haired, green-eyed witch, heaved a reluctant sigh. "Look, err- what did you say your name was?"

"Pamelia Borges!"

"Right… Look, as long as you keep your mouth shut and your hands to your side you can do whatever you bloody like." He said as he descended some stairs. Pamelia hot on his tail, grinned so wide that her whole face contorted in happiness.

Of course, they were half way to the transfiguration classroom when she burst out talking. Asking him questions about his life, telling him about her life, informing him about new charms she discovered (which were completely pointless). Alas, it had felt like years had gone by when he finally reached the transfiguration room and told her to booger off.

It had come as a real shocker the next day when Pamelia stood waiting for Draco at the same corner, prepared to walk him to class again. This soon became a routine for both Pamelia and Draco. Even though Draco would never admit it, he found Pamelia interesting. She talked more than any thirteen year old should, yet he found himself listening to every word she spoke. Sometimes he could feel himself fighting back a smile.

Pamelia distracted him from the worries of classes, his family, and Potter. She was easy to talk to and always had a smile on her face. She knew practically everyone and got along with all the teachers. Even Snape and the other Slytherins tolerated her.

He knew it wasn't like him to make friends with just anyone, especially a Hufflepuff, but few to no one knew about their friendship. Even if they did, Pamelia was born into a respectable Portuguese pureblood family. Her great grandfather happened to have been the Portuguese Minister of Magic. Lucius would have been proud of Draco, if anything. Draco desperately wanted his father to be proud of him.

So when Lucius told Draco about the Quidditch World Cup, Draco had asked if he could bring a friend, Pamelia Borges to be exact, and Lucius had quickly agreed.

So Draco Malfoy sat staring out the window of his room in Malfoy Manor, waiting for Pamelia's reply.