Malfoy meets a muggle and instantly likes her. But what will he do when he is strictly prohibited to even acknowledge muggles, let alone be in a relationship with one?

Draco Malfoy hated his life. He hated how his father wanted his only son to be just like him, and this commonly started a lot of arguments between them. The most recent one he'd had involved swearing, furniture being kicked over and Draco storming out of the Manor. He went to the nearest bar to drink out of misery, and this bar happened to be in a nightclub. He looked at women's breasts and asses to take his mind off things and suddenly got lost in one particular girl. She was wearing a short black halter neck dress, which was what drew his attention to her. Her legs were long and slim, perfect for wrapping around his waist when fucking, and she had curves which made her seem even more attractive. Her chest was slightly larger than other women, something which definitely counted and then he noticed her lips were a natural strawberry colour and her dark brown wavy hair fell around her. Her olive tanned skin seemed to be glowing, and he was so lost in her that he didn't see that she was coming towards him.

"Two shots of tequila please," she asked the bartender and then spotted Draco staring at her.

"Hi, I'm Draco, you're really pretty," he stuttered and wanted to hit himself. Pretty, is that the best you can do Draco, you pathetic, stupid-

"Thankyou, I'm Elizabeth by the way," she smiled and held out her hand to shake his. He noticed she was blushing slightly as he shook her hand and she looked to see where her shots were. There we go, that wasn't too bad, at least I made her smile, he continued and asked her if she wanted to get to know him better.

"My boyfriend is just over there," she pointed to a man who was dancing with some other women and a look of sadness swept across her face.

"Then why's he dancing with those girls?" Draco asked, unaware how Elizabeth was feeling.

"Because he's a man, all men are like that, they can't control themselves around women."

"Hey now how do you know that all men are like that?" He retorted, as though standing up for all the men in the world.

'I just do," she said and downed her shots.

"God I need more of that," she said before ordering more shots. She eventually took a seat next to Draco, who tried so hard to not think about how good she would look out of her dress. It covered all the right places but still, it seemed like it revealed too much.

"So uh, are you from around here?" He tried to ask casually.

"Yeah, I actually live a few streets away from here, what about you?"

"I live in an apartment block just across the street actually."

"The grey one?" she asked slowly.

"Yeah that one, why?"

"My boyfriend lives in the same building! Floor thirteen!" She said rather happily (it was probably the alcohol taking effect). Draco looked over at her boyfriend and realised it was the arrogant jerk who happened to live right across from him. Two arrogant jerks on the same floor, he thought and smiled in amusement before realising Elizabeth was giving him a queer look.

"Nothing, it's just that he lives across the hall from me." They talked for about an hour and all the time Elizabeth kept drinking, making her giggly. Draco didn't have as much, but he was starting to realise that Elizabeth was not like all the other girls he'd hooked up with previously, which only made him want her more. So far he knew that she worked in a bookstore, lived in her own house, went to university two days a week and her favourite colour was purple (she hadn't told him this, he read her mind with Legillimency).

He also noticed that whenever she talked about her boyfriend, she would look rather sad as though he wasn't appreciating what he had. This was confirmed when the both of them looked over at him and saw he was intensely making out with a female. Elizabeth was too drunk to go start an argument with him so she stayed put. Draco didn't really know what to do but he was going insane because he wanted to kiss her strawberry lips so much.

"It's not the first time he's cheated on me you know," she said after a while.

"Then why are you still with him?" Draco said rather moodily.

"I don't know," she simply stated. He couldn't take her seriously while she giggled.

"Have you gotten revenge on him?"

"I think revenge is wrong, and no I certainly haven't," she said poshly.

"But revenge is sweet," he said quickly and before she got to ask what he meant, his lips stopped her as he kissed her intimately. She moved closer, deepening the kiss and he could hear her groaning and slightly smiled. She was almost sitting on him which showed how much she either was a) drunk or b) wanted to snog the hell out of Draco. He pulled away and could taste a mixture of alcohol and strawberries. This was definitely a good combination.

"God, you're a hundred times better a kisser than Rick is!" Rick, her boyfriend had come over to steal Elizabeth away from Draco, not saying anything about the fact he'd cheated on her. As they left she waved goodbye to Draco and blew him a kiss, still giggling. He sighed, finished his drink and went outside into the cold night.