A/N: So to people who have actually read my profile, you probably know about this piece and that it was my first fic.

Couple of Things:

-A little high pace, I realize that now but I really don't feel like changing it.

-Rated M for future suggestive scenes

-Based upon The Notebook

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Nicholas Sparks

Chapter 1:

The carnival in London was the most spectacular sight in the whole world, especially in the summer time. It contained kids playing on the various rides, the fireworks at the end of every day, and the romance that blossomed between couples.

Draco watched as every person would go on the merry-go-round, get cotton candy, and have the time of their lives. It was all very fascinating. His whole life he was raised to hate muggles and anything muggle-like was below him. I bet Father has never even seen a carnival, Draco thought.

When he was younger, he would force his house-elves to take him to muggle London and participate in everyday life. He knew it was forbidden, that is why he would never tell a soul. Not only had he found muggle life fascinating, but felt that it was a way to escape his world. All his Father would ever talk about was him joining the Dark Lord in a battle against muggle borns.

Often time he would think back to his friends and what they would think of him. They would probably think you were insane and want nothing to do with you, Draco thought. At Hogwarts, he was the "Slytherin Sex God" or the "Slytherin Prince" or anything else with "Slytherin" in it. He ruled the school and enjoyed it, all he had to do was throw a few insults at some muggle borns and he was king. "If only they knew," he told himself.

At his remark, he caught the attention of a few teenage girls, giggling and winking at him. He winked back, which caused another fit of giggles. It was then that he saw her. He knew that round face, that uncontrollable brown hair, and those chocolate brown eyes. She was talking amongst a few muggles and failed to notice him sitting on a nearby bench. She can't see me, she can't know I was ever here, he thought.

Trying to get away, he was soon crowded by the teenage girls and almost tackled by one of them. The crowd caught her attention and she rushed over to help the poor sap. As she reached out into the swarm of girls, she felt his hand grab hers and he was lifted onto his feet, only to land right on top of the one girl he was trying to avoid. He lifted his head and saw her staring right back at him. She barely said a word before he grabbed her hand and ran with her behind a nearby tent.

All she wanted to do was help the poor guy off the ground, not be toppled and rushed behind a tent by Malfoy! Why was Malfoy even here?, she questioned herself. A million questions popped into her mind and before she can sputter them out, she was silenced by Malfoy's hand on top of her mouth. As he took his hand off her, she took a moment to study him. He was wearing a dark green polo shirt, black jeans, and his hair was slightly disheveled. If she were to compare him to the rest of the muggles, she would assume he was one of them!

"Take a picture, Granger, It'll last longer," he said, removing her from her thoughts.

"Malfoy, what...are you...why are you...what's going on?!" she yelled before being silenced yet again by Malfoy's hand.

"Granger, for Merlin's sake, don't yell!" he whispered before she smacked his hand away.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here? I swear if this is some sort of evil plot against muggles..."

"No, it's just...it's... it's hard to explain." She waited silently for a response, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"I just came to see the...muggles," he mumbled, trying to direct the conversation away.

"The what?"

"The muggles!"

"Why would you want to see the muggles? You hate them."

"What, just because I call you a mudblood and constantly ridicule you, you think I despise them?" After hearing his words, he himself didn't even understand what he was saying.

"Wait, so you bully muggle borns at school, but you secretly stalk muggles because you don't hate them?"

"Yes."

"Well that doesn't make any bloody sense!"

"I know but, look, can we just forget this ever happened?"

"Absolutely not!" Stubborn Gryffindor, he thought. He could feel his wand in his pocket heating up, the sign sent by his house-elf that his parents were looking for him.

"Okay, how about I meet you again? I will explain everything, just as long as you keep your mouth shut about this confrontation. Are we clear?" As her thoughts continue to jumble, she looked at him and gave him a slight nod.

"Good, meet me at the theater on Burns street tomorrow night at 7. Come alone, got it?" His wand heated up once more, this time was hotter than before. She nodded once more, before he apparated away. As she walked away, she couldn't help but think:

Did I just make a date with Draco Malfoy?