A/N- Hi! This is a little longer than my last story, which I hope anyone who likes my writing checks out! So I hope you enjoy! This story is about a girl name Bex who alright, I day dreamed about being me! I'm a Draco fan, alright? :) Read and Review!

"I don't want to go." I yelled at my father, but he just grimaced.

"You know I hate doing things you don't want, darling, but…" I glared. He always did things I didn't want him to, even though he didn't know it. "You have to. It is for the greater good."

The greater good… what a load of bullshit. "You realize that I have friends at Beauxbatons!" I cried out.

"Perhaps you did, but you will have friends at Hogwarts too, Rebecca. You know there is only one thing that is forever, and that is me." The Dark Lord glared.

"You don't get it, do you, Father? I am a teenage girl! I won't fit in at that school!" I knew I was pushing it. I was almost over the line.

Scratch that, I was standing on the line.

"You are going, and I won't hear another word of it. If you even try and disobey me, you know what will happen." He threatened, and suddenly my father was gone. I hated his nose-less face. It looked stupid. Just like his greenish skin. I screamed in frustration, glad for the millionth time that he had never been able to look into my mind, something I had been born with, and no amount of trying to invade it could break.

I glared at the trunk some house elf had packed for me, and the pile of books next to it. "Stupid Father." I muttered. "Stupid jerk." I looked at my owl, letting her out. Lielah was what I had named her, because she was the darkest owl I had ever seen, and the name means night. "You are obviously the only one who loves me." I pouted to my owl. Lielah's only response was to shake her feathers, and lean against me.

I jumped, as someone entered my room.

"Stop pouting honey. You'll love it." Narcissa Malfoy said in reply. "I did."

"Yes, well. You never went to Beauxbatons."

"Just as you have never been to Hogwarts?" She had a point. "Come on. I was sent to take you to King's Cross, and we have to get you there so we beat Lucius, and Draco, or I'll never get to say goodbye to him." I glared at the woman who had treated me like a daughter, since I had known her. Lucius wasn't half as nice, and I hadn't seen their son, Draco, since we were best friends, and we were both ten. When we had left for our separate schools, we hadn't even written.

She apparated us both into the train station, and led me to the where the platform was. There was an enormous, red train sitting on the tracks labeled 'Hogwarts Express'. Ugh. At Beauxbaton's, they had sent these cute little carriages pulled by flying horses, that came directly to your home.

"You could open your mind a little, sweet pea. The castle is beautiful, and the teachers are the best. Not to mention, this will be the first time since you were nine, that your father allows you to see a boy your own age."

"Cissa, we had our ways of seeing boys, when we wanted to." I winked at her, making her laugh.

"You are the daughter I have always wanted, Bex. I swear, if my son gets on that train without saying goodbye to me, or letting me tell him to look out for you, I'll trade him for you."

"Somehow, I don't think my father would allow that." I smiled. "I am his little girl, remember?"

"The only person in the world he loves." Narcissa noted, but she was looking past me, and I knew she had seen her son.

"Goodbye, Cissa. I'll write." I promised, giving her a tight, but rushed hug, getting on the train, before she could tell me she wanted me to go meet Draco. I refused to make any friends. That was my punishment for my father. I would refuse to be happy.

I put my trunk up in a rack, and sat with a book open in my lap, as I settled cross legged. I was lost in the world of Hidden Spells, a book about spells that should have been more common, but weren't, when the door suddenly opened.

I looked up to see the most attractive person I had ever seen standing there. I looked down, as fast as I had looked up, not wanting him to think I was checking him out. He was tall, and very obviously muscular, with white blond hair that reached just above his eyebrows. You could tell that even if he hadn't been fit, he would have been thin, and lanky. He was so familiar….

"Glad to see you found my compartment all right." He said in a voice all too similar his fathers.

I looked back up at him, giving him a critical glance over. "I think I'll find a new one." I was not going to make friends, whether that meant I had to be mean to Cissa's son or not. In fact I think I had grounds to be worse to him. I wanted so desperately to be Cissa's daughter, but he got to be her son, and she had to worry about being able to say goodbye to him?

"Well unfortunately I was charged with the job of making sure you stayed safe," He said. "By your father specifically, so I am going to follow you to where ever you go. You might as well just stay here."

"To hell with him." I said, and the guy just snorted. Snorted? What the hell was that supposed to mean.

"Maybe you aren't afraid to defy his orders, but anyone else does, and he will kill us, so to hell with you. Besides, my Mom says you ran off to quickly, and she wanted to talk to you. I'll wait here."

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