Full summary: My father tells me that I'm beautiful and smart. My mother tells me that I'm amazing. My friends tell me that they are so jealous of me and about how they wish that they could have half the things I did. Sure, I'm one of the prettiest girls in school and one of the smartest and most talented. I have great friends and family, but my life lacks the one thing I really want. Love. And not just from anybody. From that boy that just won't see me in that way. And that really sucks. Welcome to my very own fractured fairytale.

A/N Hi everyone! I'm back! So, this isn't exactly what I was planning on writing, or what you were expecting me to write. However, I had a bit of writer's block during the writing of 'I told you not to fall for me' and inspiration hit for this story. Please give it a go and tell me what you think!

I felt Tom grin as I crashed our lips together.

"Someone's feeling feisty," he murmured huskily.

So I had a bad day and wanted to take my frustration out on something. Sue me. It's wasn't as if he didn't like it just as much as I did.

"Don't see you complaining," I smirked.

"Why you are in Gryffindor I'll never know," Tom said before crashing our lips together again.

I presume you can guess what happens next, so let me take some time to introduce myself. My name is Arianna Lily Malfoy, only daughter of Draco and Skye Malfoy, nee Potter. I'm sixteen years of age and in my sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I have a brother, one year older than me. His name is Scorpius, and he's in Slytherin like my Dad was. Tom, coincidentally, happens to be his best friend.

Of course, Scorpius doesn't know about us; no-one does. But that's more due to the fact that there isn't an 'us.' Tom and I, we're not really together. He doesn't want to commit and I sure as hell don't. I like my fun with no strings attached and Tom and I definitely have fun.

My best friend, Lizzie Potter, tells me that I go through boys as quickly as she goes through clothes. And yeah, on paper it sounds bad, but in reality, I'm not a slut. I just don't like committing to a proper relationship and prefer a quick snog here and there.

Lizzie says that I'm too much like her grandfather, Sirius, was. As long as Scorpius doesn't find out though, I don't care. I can't deal with his shit about not screwing around with guys. Apparently, they want more than I can give them. He won't explain that, but I know that he means they want me to sleep with them.

But I'm not an idiot. I could kick anyone's arse if they ever tried to push me into that. I'm wicked awesome with a wand in my hand, thanks to Mum, and just as good with my fists. According to Dad, I should thank Mum for that too, but he's never told me why.

I'm not perfect at school by any means, but I get good enough grades. I could get better if I studied I guess, but that'd take all the fun out of life. I'm just lucky that I'm naturally smart enough to get through school easily.

So, that's me in a nutshell. I could go into my entire extended family, but there's way too many people to go through. My Dad's an only child, so there's not many people on that side, except my grandparents. My Mum, on the other hand, has nine siblings. Then, there's my other 'extended family.'

My grandad, James, has two best friends who he is still really close to. Growing up, they were like my Mum's extended family. So now, they're mine too. Sirius and Claire have eight kids and Remus and Tonks have five. Then, there's all of their kids as well.

Needless to say, I'm related to a hell of a lot of people at Hogwarts. Some of which are prefects, which isn't so good, considering I'm breaking curfew right now. And someone is bound to be doing rounds and I don't particularly want to get caught in my current position.

I really don't want to leave Tom though; things are just starting to really heat up. But I suppose that's the price I pay for having such a large, fucking annoying family. Geeze my life is hard.

"I should go," I said regretfully, wrenching my mouth away from Tom's.

"Stay a little longer babe," Tom murmured, kissing his way around my collarbone.

"I can't," I said breathlessly. "I think Scor's doing rounds."

Did I mention my brother was Head Boy?

"Fuck," Tom swore lowly.

He ran a hand through his coal black hair. I reached up and brought his face down, so my mouth was brushing his ear.

"We have all night tomorrow," I whispered. "Lizzie's doing rounds with Mitch. They're going to be a little too distracted with each other to be bothered with us."

"Good," Tom said.

He leaned in and kissed me again as I ran my nails lightly down his chest. He spun us around so it was now my back against the wall and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Tom grabbed my wandering hands and held them above my head.

"Keep doing that and you'll never get away," Tom whispered roughly.

"And how's that bad?" I asked seductively.

Tom muttered something I didn't hear and attacked my lips again. I don't hate much about myself, but there is this one thing that really pisses me off. It's the fact that I have to breathe. The tiny fact always manages to ruin the moment.

I wrenched my mouth away from Tom's, gasping for air. Somehow, he didn't seem to need the oxygen as badly as I did, and his lips kissed around my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone where he sucked on my skin lightly.

"Don't mark me," I warned, still slightly breathless.

That was my only rule. Tom could never, ever mark me in any way. If he did, Scorpius was bound to find out. And if not Scorpius, Lizzie would. And she wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut; she was too much like her mother in that sense.

"Yeah, yeah," Tom murmured, his lips making their way back up to mine. "You're Scor's little angel."

"Damn straight," I smirked, grinding my hips into his.

Tom let out a moan and threw his head back as I repeated the action. I giggled softly; loving what I could do to him. His head snapped back up and his dark eyes searched my blue ones.

"Vixen," he grinned.

His hand slipped beneath my top and traced slow, sensual circles on my stomach. This time, it was my turn to moan. His kissed around my face and neck while I tried in vain to capture his lips with mine again.

"To-om," I groaned. "Kiss me properly already."

"Nah," Tom smirked, pulling away. "Don't think I will."

As he continued to torture me, I tried to get my hands free. They were still pinned above my head with only one of Tom's hands and that annoyed me. His hand was moving over to trace my hip and the feeling made me too weak to fight his strength.

So, I did the only thing left to do; grind my hips into his again. Tom let out a guttural moan and attempted to stop my hips from bucking. But, with only one hand that task was impossible.

The second his other hand released mine and slid to my hips, I grabbed his head, crushed his lips to mine and spun us around once more.

I released his lips and my hold on his head, both of us left breathing heavily.

"I have to go," I said.

My hand was on the handle of the broom cupboard when Tom finally found his voice.

"You're a fucking tease Ari Malfoy," he said.

Without having to turn around, I knew he would grinning; he loved every second of my teasing.

"Later Tom," I said.

I turned to wink at him and blow him a kiss. He was standing there, tie loose and shirt undone, running a hand through his hair and looking like such a freaking god it was a joke. I grinned at him and left, slipping into my dormitory a few minutes later.

"Where the hell have you been?" Lizzie's voice was shrill and piercing.

"God, want to wake up the rest of Hogwarts?" I snapped.

"Sorry Ari," Lizzie sighed. "But seriously, where have you been."

"Around," I replied vaguely, making my way into the bathroom.

Lizzie wasn't going to let me go that easily, though. She followed me.

"Oh come on," she said, keeping her voice low. "You've so been with a guy."

"So what if I have?"

"You have?"Lizzie let out a squeal.

"Lizzie!"

God, that girl only had one volume; loud.

"Sorry, sorry," Lizzie said hurriedly. "But you have to tell me."

"I don't have to tell you anything!"

"I'm your best friend! It's like a rule."

Yeah, and why she was still remained a mystery to me. Just kidding; I love Lizzie like a sister. She pisses me off constantly but she puts up with a lot of my shit too.

"Yes, I've been with a guy," I said, rolling my eyes as Lizzie grinned widely.

"The same guy you've been with all week?"

"All week?" I repeated dumbly.

"Yes all week," Lizzie said impatiently. "You've been out every night this week and when you come back you always have this little lovesick smile. It's kinda cute."

"No way," I shook my head. "I am not lovesick. I don't do lovesick."

"Whatever you say," Lizzie laughed. "But tell me; it is the same guy yeah?"

I thought for a moment. Had I really been with Tom everyday this week? Tonight I was, but was I yesterday? Oh, right. So I was. The more I thought, the clearer it became. I had been with Tom every day this week and most days last week too.

"Well?" Lizzie was bouncing up and down in excitement.

"Yeah," I admitted. "It's the same guy."

Lizzie let out another high-pitched squeal.

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP?"

Ah, Lucy Black. What a bitch.

"So sorry Lu-Lu," I said sarcastically. "I'd hate to interrupt your beauty sleep."

"Get fucked Malfoy," she spat, drawing her curtains around her bed.

"Always a pleasure Black," I rolled my eyes.

"Don't be so mean, Ari," Lizzie scolded me. "It is late. Lucy has every right to be annoyed."

"Whatever," I shrugged.

Lizzie, for some reason, had a higher tolerance of darling Lucy Black than I did. Sure, my Mum and her Dad were best friends, but nobody ever said we had to be. We were way too different.

Once upon a time we got along just fine. Unfortunately, we now hated each other passionately. I don't think even we understood it. Actually, scratch that. She's fucked around too many times with Tom for my liking. And that's not to mention the fact that she was kinda obsessed with him.

Rumour has it that they were making out when he called her by my name instead of her own. She's hated me ever since. I believe that she's over that particular crush now, but she still hates me. Probably because I've been such a bitch to her as I hate her cause Tom's mine. Only mine.

WHOA! Hold that thought. Tom is not mine. Tom has never been mine. Tom will never be mine because I don't want Tom to be mine. We have fun together, and that's as far as it goes...right?

"ARIANNA!" Lizzie snapped her finger in front of my face and I blinked stupidly. "I said we should go to bed. We have classes tomorrow."

"Right, sure," I nodded, not really comprehending what she had said.

"Honestly," Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."

"Night Liz," I muttered.

So I've been out with Tom all week. What's it matter? It doesn't mean I like him. He's a good snog, he knows what I like and he's hot as hell. Yeah, I'm attracted to him physically but not in any other way.

Feeling satisfied that I had cleared up Lizzie's mistaken interpretation of my feelings, I crawled into bed and let sleep overtake me.

A/N So, please leave me a review and give me some feedback. This is quite different to anything I have ever written so I would love to hear from you all! Thanks.