Disclaimer: I do not own anything of JK Rowling (so sad I know) except for the character that I created.

Author's note: This is my first fanfic that I have actually let someone read. Be as kind as possible remember R&R! OKAY, fine I will allow constructive criticism.

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Draco had arrived at Kings Cross alone, as he had done since he was 13. He sighed as his pathetic excuse for best friends, Crabbe and Goyle approached him with a mouth full of food.

"Crabbe, Goyle," he said annoyed, "and how was your summer? he asked although he couldn't be less interested in their answer. They both nodded to signifying their summer was of satisfaction. .

"Well we better get on the train. Wouldn't want to miss another wonderful year with Saint Potter, The Weasel, and that little mud-blood, now would we?" Just as he finished, Hermione, Harry, and Ron walked past them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the ever famous Golden Trio..." Draco sneered, sounding every day more and more like his father. Both Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes but Ron grew angry immediately.

"Why don't you shove it, ferret boy" Ron said as his ears turned red.

"Ron stop," Hermione told Ron exhaustedly, "He's not worth it. He is nothing but an arrogant and pompous pig."

"Hermione, I think you've given our ferret friend a little too much credit," Harry said shrewdly. Draco ignored him.

"Oh dear, it seems Granger has got an attitude problem," Draco scorned as he walked up to her, trying to over power her figure. "Well its good to see you've learned to stand up for yourself once in a great while." He pouted hid bottom lip in mock disappointment. "Too bad you're still just a mudblood, and of no importance to me." He cocked his head to the side. He grinned when Ron tried to step up to him, opening his mouth, then closing it as he couldn't find a good come-back.

"Well, I better get going. I have better things to do rather than stand here and argue with you." With that, he turned and made his way onto the train. He walked down the isles looking for an empty compartment Lord, I hope I find one immediately, before Pansy finds me, he thought. Unfortunately he was too late.

"Draco, how come you didn't answer to my letters I sent you? I was starting to get worried about you," She squealed. Draco went crossed eyed for a second with annoyance.

"I couldn't, I was very busy," he stated, not bothering to hide his potential lie.

"Oh ok well good, I was worried you might have been with another girl," she made her pouting face, thinking it looked seductive. Draco could either laugh or vomit at that very moment. He cleared his throat to cover a chuckle.

"No, no of course not." Draco said, wanting the conversation to end. "Well, I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me. Draco pushed past her. Must she always be on me like that? He wondered. I have to find an empty compartment…NOW…Draco hurried through the isle of the train. He opened the door of the last compartment of the train, and perfect no one ever uses this compartment, hopefully Pansy won't come looking for me again. He hoped.

Draco laid down on the seat, and closed his eyes. He rolled over to find he wasn't as alone as he thought. He sat up and examined the being that was curled up into a ball. What is this? He saw that the creature was wearing robes bearing the Hogwarts emblem upon the front shoulder, so he assumed it must be a student.

"Hello, excuse me are you sleeping?" he shook the shoulder, the creature stirred, and rolled over. His eyes fell upon a lock of long, curly brunette hair. Draco decided it would best, for the both of them, if he knew who it was. He pulled the hair from in front of her face; he took a step back. This girl must be the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life.

"Um, excuse me miss. Are you awake?" Draco asked in a strange, robotic voice.

"Mm hm," she hummed. Even her voice was breath taking. She sat up,

looked at him, stood, and stretched. Her shirt lifted enough so Draco could just barely peek at her hips. His breath hitched. She is the most gorgeous thing in the world. His eyes shifted up to her own. Silence.

"Excuse my manners," She said apologetically before grinning brightly. "Hi, Mila Mollere," she outstretched her hand and Draco took it into his own.

"Draco Malfoy, Slytherin." Draco said, throwing on his smug, seductive appeal he saved for very few.

"Yes, I know of you are," she said quietly. Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Really," his voice became smooth.

"Yes. And I also know of your reputation Mr. Malfoy" she calmly stated. Draco grinned proudly even if it wasn't a complete compliment.

"So Miss. Mollere, what house would you be in?" he said, back into his formal manner.

"I am not exactly sure as today is my first day attending," she said politely. Draco was about to speak again, when suddenly the train door burst open.

"Dracky," Pansy squealed. She then shot dangerous eyes at the divine creature sitting next to Draco.

"Who's this?" She gestured towards Mila. The happiness behind her eyes faded as jealousy took its place.

"Oh, this is Mila Mollere she just moved here from, where did you say?" Draco asked.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't tell, you did I?" she laughed cutely. "Oh yes, um, I am from here actually. I just have been studying the Magical Arts from home for a period of time." She sighed.

"Draco, come on," insisted pansy pulling his arm. Draco looked at her like he could kill her but nodded.

"I'll come as soon as you remove your arms from my arm, Pansy," he replied harshly. "I'm sorry but I must leave. Will you be all right here alone?" he asked in his most caring tone.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy, I am sure I will be just fine. I was here alone before you interrupted my nap, was I not?" She said with real sincerity.

"Ok, well I expect to see you there then?" Draco asked flirtatiously.

"I suppose you shall." Mila replied. Pansy pulled Draco from the compartment, down the isle to hers. All the way, all Draco could think about is how unbelievably gorgeous his new acquaintance was. WOW… She is so gorgeous she must be part veela. No actual pureblood is that beautiful anymore.

"Draco, why don't you ever act so Mr. Gentlemen like that to me?" Pansy whined. Draco wasn't even listening to her, all he could think about was her, and how she entranced him with her sweet, yet mischievous eyes, he wanted to know her. He felt, for the first time in his life, that he might not be better then her. That she was in fact superior to him. He found that almost irresistible. And most girls would fall on their knees just to get to talk to him, but Mila was different, and he knew it.