A/N: Hello my faithful readers, this story is replacing Bewitched. I felt like it needed to be put back into the thought processor and refined. What came back out was a much better story. I have been re-watching all the Harry Potter movies so the inspiration has been flowing. I hope you all enjoy the re-vamping. Enjoy ;D

Lessons in Pride and Prejudice

Chapter I

Draco walked briskly down the streets of Diagon Alley in fairly high spirits. London was experiencing one of its abnormal sunny afternoons, the temperature being at a pleasant 75 degrees. The sunlight caught off of his white-blonde locks that hung loosely about his face. He was still pale, not having gotten a lot of sun over the summer holiday. Except for these short trips to Diagon Alley once a week, he mainly kept to the manor. A rare smile found its way to his pale lips. He had come to look forward to his trips to the Alley. They were a piece of excitement in his otherwise dull life. His pace increased as he saw the little café coming into view. Subconsciously, Draco smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles from his white button-down and shook the hair from his eyes. As he approached, he took in the familiar site of the patio with its collection of wrot iron tables and chairs and vibrant, polka dotted umbrellas. It was surprisingly empty on such a nice day, but this didn't seemed to bother him one bit. In fact, he kind of preferred it, less distractions.

He made his way to a table where a young witch sat deeply engrossed in some novel, idly stirring the spoon in a small tea cup beside her with a deft, circling motion of her index finger. Draco's smile grew as he grabbed the empty chair across from her and sat down with a soft "hello". The witch looked up from her book with wide, blue eyes before her shocked expression took on a warm sign of recognition. She beamed back at him and replied with an animated "hey". Draco repressed the amused smirk that would have normally overcome his features; her American accent was still pretty thick. In a way, he found it to be kind of endearing; just one of her many qualities he thought made her so pleasantly unique.

He watched as she marked her place in the book with a pale blue ribbon with an ornamental, silver fleur de lis hanging from it. Her eyes practically glittered in the sunlight, reminding Draco of precious blue topaz. Her smile became teasing as she said with a gesture towards his apparel, "Always so formal, Draco."

Draco glanced down at his clothes and gave her the infamous Malfoy smirk in return. "Have to look my best for the lady."

The girl blushed slightly and directed her eyes to her tea cup shyly as she took a sip from it. "You know you don't have to dress up because of me."

Draco's smirk softened slightly as he replied, "I don't mind…really."

She smiled back up at him as the waitress came by and asked Draco for his order. He gave it to her promptly before returning his attention to the girl in front of him. She was one of the only people he knew that would still wear long sleeves in such warm weather. He didn't think their climate was that much different than it would be in New York, but then again, he had never been to the states. Though, he had to admit black was a good color for her; it emphasized her porcelain complexion which matched his own. He wanted to trace the pale blue designs on her sleeves that were made to look like a tangle of vines, but he kept hands tucked comfortably in the crooks of his arms. Her thick mane of dark hair cascaded over her shoulder in soft waves only partially gathered at the top. Realizing he had just been sitting there gawking at her, Draco chose to break their silence by asking, "So, Elena, what masterpiece of literature have you chosen to enrich me with today?"

Elena smirked slightly and held up a rather old-looking book encased in ornate, green leather. Pride and Prejudice was engraved into the spine in gold lettering. Draco chuckled as he read this and leaned back into his seat leisurely. "Always the romantic."

"It's a classic, Mr. Malfoy." She chided him, teasingly. "Even you should know the wonders of Jane Austen, regardless of the fact that she was a Muggle."

"Then I guess I have no choice in the matter." He replied with a resigned shrug as his tea and a blueberry scone were set down in front of him.

He tipped the waitress as Elena opened the novel and began to read the notorious opening paragraph. Draco sat back and casually sipped his tea, letting Elena's soothing voice read the poetic lines before her. When he left to go back to school the following day, his week would almost seem incomplete without their little reading sessions. He had grown so accustomed to her reading and company in general that going so many months without it seemed like a punishment. Draco was just beginning to realize how much he was really going to miss this…miss her.

Munching on his scone, he mused on the fact that he really didn't know much about her. All he pretty much knew of her personal life was the fact that she had moved with her sister and brother from New York to live with her aunt here in London. Most of their conversations stayed on the topics of books and music. To be honest, Draco wasn't too keen on divulging much of his own personal life, so the fact that they rarely touched on such a subject suited him just fine. Anything that didn't fracture their charmed little world…

Slowly, he drifted out of his thoughts and back to the passage that Elena was now reading, listening intently to the words that flowed from her mouth.

'"Her resistance had not injured her with the gentleman, and he was thinking of her with some complacency, when thus accosted by Miss Bingley:

"I can guess the subject of your reverie."

"I should imagine not."

"You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner-in such society; and indeed I am quite of your opinion. I was never more annoyed! The insipidity, and yet the noise-the nothingness, and yet the self-importance of all those people! What would I give to hear your strictures on them!"

"Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow." '

Draco chuckled and commented, "This Darcy guy is so full of it."

Elena looked up at him from over the book and smirked back. "That is kinda the point, Draco. He is supposed to be self-important in the beginning. His character evolves throughout the book."

"And he is supposed to be the epitome of male perfection? That is what women really want?" Draco continued with an arch of a pale eyebrow. "Pride isn't exactly an endearing quality."

"Hello, my name is pot. Have you seen my friend kettle?" Elena giggled, tauntingly. "We have much in common, you see? We both are quite black."

Draco rolled his eyes playfully and smirked back at her. "Okay, I get your point. I guess a little pride never hurt anyone."

"You're such a hypocrite sometimes." She retorted, sipping her now lukewarm tea. "You know that?"

"Hypocrisy is just another one of my many hobbies." He explained, raising his cup to her in a mock toast.

Elena giggled with a shake of her head and closed the book, marking the page beforehand. Draco's brow furrowed as he watched her do this. "Don't stop! I was just joking around. You know that. I like the story!"

"It's ok. I'm just taking a short break." She assured him as she summoned the waitress back over to ask for more tea.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, merely enjoying each others company. Vaguely, Draco wondered when and where she was going to school. Maybe she and her siblings would be going back to New York. They didn't necessarily have to cut all communication after this last meeting was his musing. He was on the verge of asking about owling when Elena cleared her throat and asked, "So you leave for school tomorrow, yes?"

"Yeah," he replied a little hoarsely.

He could tell the topic was already becoming a little awkward. Draco watched as Elena shifted restlessly in her seat.

"Do you like school?" She inquired with a small smile.

"At times," he answered with an indifferent shrug, "sometimes it's the people that make it a little unbearable."

Draco had three specific people in mind when he said this…

Elena giggle faintly and nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. There are people back home that I felt that way about."

Draco smiled softly. "I'm sure that you don't have the social problems that I do. You are so much more agreeable than I am."

Elena blushed and looked down at her hands that remained folded on the novel. "I'm not too sure about that. I have to confess…with you, I'm almost a different person. I don't know what it is, but you make me…better."

Draco felt something stirring in the pit of his stomach, and it wasn't something totally unpleasant. He knew exactly what she was talking about. She made him feel different too, like he didn't have to put up his usual front of arrogance and hostility. It was a relief; a huge weight had been lifted. He risked reaching across the table and laid a hand gently on top of hers. They both shivered from the contact. Draco felt the warmth from her skin flow into his own. It was so…comforting. Their eyes locked, and the spark became more tangible. He knew in that moment they both conveyed everything that they had failed to communicate verbally. The loss they both knew they were going to suffer from, how much their meetings had meant to one another. A smile warmed Draco's face as he gazed into her resplendent eyes. Elena returned it easily and threaded her finger through his with great tenderness.

"What will you do without me to continue your learning of fine literature?" She teased him, gently.

"Fall into a pit of literary despair most likely." He answered, his trademark smirk slipping back into place.

She laughed genially and shook her head. "Poor you."

"Woe is me, who is lost without his magnificent counselor to lead him to guide him to literary perfection."

"And you say Darcy is so full of it." Elena rebuked, tauntingly.

"Who do you think taught him in the ways of pomposity?" Draco inquired with a suggestive arch of his eyebrow.

Another peel of laughter resonated from Elena's throat to which Draco's chuckle mingled with pleasingly. He couldn't help, but sense the melancholy that was settling over him like a fine snow. Their time together was drawing to a close. It was always like this: their time together being so exceptionally wonderful that it was a crime against nature to be so content for any prolonged length of time. Draco noticed that Elena sensed it too, some of the light draining from her eyes. What he would give to see them always maintain their luminescence…

That's when Elena removed her hand from his only to take up the book and extend it to him. Draco stared down at the offering incredulously, knowing that though unspoken, this book was her most prized of all her collection. Faintly, he shook his head, saying in a whisper, "I can't…"

"You will." She assured him with a slight smirk. "This will continue to teach you the well-read savvy that I have tried to instill in that brain of yours for the past three months. Take it."

Ever so carefully, he took the book from her hands as if she were giving him the first Bible that had ever been printed. Draco ran his hands over the embossed leather, smiling fondly down at it as he did so. "Thank you, Elena."

"Your welcome, Draco."

His eyes met hers once more, communicating his displeasure at their parting. She smiled gently back at him. "It won't be forever."

Something leapt inside of him at her words and it took him aback at how fervently he hoped she was correct. Knowing that he couldn't delay it any longer, Draco rose to his feet, mechanically placing the money for his treats on the table. Elena followed his every movement, reclining back in her chair with just resign that it almost made him sit back down and vow never to leave. Raking a hand through his hair, he allowed a sigh to pass through his lips. "Goodbye for now, Elena."

"Goodbye, Draco." She replied, her smile warming the chill gripping his heart.

Reluctantly, he tore his eyes from her and began the seemingly long trek back to his former life. His vacation was now, officially over. This new person was slowly fading back into the old Draco; his heart icing over with every step he took away from her. Hogwarts and the Golden Trio seemed to loom ever closer as he continued to on to Knockturn Alley where he would Floo home. With one despondent glance over his shoulder, Draco hoped to caught one last glance at the girl who had reminded him that happiness was not just an illusion. But to his dismay…she was already gone, out of his life as suddenly as she had appeared. Maybe a memory is what she would soon become to him, a recollection of sunshine and warmth. Then, his eyes wandered down to the book he held in his hand, and a ghost of a smile touched his lips. Though, maybe…just maybe, there was some truth to her words. Perhaps, this was not the end…

But the beginning.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it. If you haven't read Pride and Prejudice, you need to! It is the greatest Romance story of all time! And as you can tell from the title, there will be plenty of references =D Anyway, I already have the second chapter typed up, but I will wait to post till tomorrow night. The suspense will do you all good ;D Well, you know what to do. Review please! Lots of love, LOR