"A challenge Maleficent. I'm sick of these Slytherin débutantes. They're just too easy," Draco Malfoy grumbled as he stared out the window of the luxurious mansion that Draco called home. It had been in his family for centuries and Draco knew that one day, it would belong to him. While it was a proud home and anyone would be lucky to have it, Draco hated it. There were too many memories of his mother. Narcissa Malfoy, had been dead for almost a year now. The cancer had spread quicker than the doctors had said it would. There was nothing that could have been done. While Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father had moved on, Draco had not forgotten her. The picture of his former wife, that had once hung above the fireplace in the main living room had been thrown out. Draco had managed to convince Dobby to steal it out of the trash and place it in his room. It was safe there because his father never bothered to enter Draco's room. Though, Draco supposed, if Lucius was home more often, perhaps the painting would not be as safe. Maleficent Delafonte sat in a chair near by sneering as she carefully filed her nails. Lucius had remarried a woman named Fiona Delafonte. While Draco hated her more than anything else in the world, he hated his father even more. How could his father remarry so soon after his sweet mother's death? It was unthinkable to Draco. No one could ever take his mother's place. Fiona was so different. While Narcissa was quiet, reserved and had a way of charming even the coldest heart, Fiona was frigid, cruel, and conniving. Maleficent was well on her way to becoming just like her mother. They even looked alike. Those were two women that Draco knew to stay on the good side of, no matter how he hated them. He didn't want to end up like so many of their enemies with ruined reputations.

"What about Ginny Weasley?" she snickered to her self, then examined her work. Draco turned to face his new step sister. She was what any normal male would call the definition of a goddess: shining black hair that framed her tan face, and dark eyes to match her complexion. Her curves betrayed her sixteen years. She was ever bit of beautiful as she was dangerous. Everyone knew this. She took pride in her

"Please, it's way too easy."

"That little tramp. I'll get her. She stole Blaise from me. That bitch is going to pay."

Draco rolled his eyes and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet that had been lying on the table next to the chair that Maleficent was sitting in and threw the paper into her lap, "Count me out. Now this is a challenge."

She looked at the the cover, "Death toll raises to 100. Doesn't seem like a big problem to me, we know your man whore of a father was behind at least half of those. What are you going to do, sleep with the dark lord?"

"Not that you idiot," he said as he snatched the paper and turned to another page, "This."

"Winner of the Hogwarts Morality Award," Maleficent smiled viciously, "This otta be good. Why I Plan To Wait By Bridget Riley Lupin." she continued to read, "I love my father, blah, blah, blah."

"It says her boyfriend, Justin, a Hufflepuff, is taking a year to study abroad at Beauxbatons" Draco added as he snorted with laughter, "He 'understands'.

"Well, you know what that means, right?" She looked up at her stepbrother.

"What?"

"Justin's a fag. No guy could go that long without sex. Believe me, I know." She smiled.

"That's my new..." Draco searched for the right word, "project."

"Too bad she lives in Ireland."

"Not anymore," Draco was almost bursting at the seams with glee, "Her father's just taken the new Defence Against the Dark Arts position. It'll be my crowning achievement. Imagine, the defence teacher's daughter sleeping with the number one Death Eater's son. It's almost too perfect. The image of chastity and pureness ruined."

Maleficent got up and walked towards the window where Draco once stood, "Yeah right."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Draco snapped suspiciously.

"It's too much of a challenge, even for you."

"Care to place a bet on that?"

Maleficent opened her mouth as if to speak then closed it thoughtfully and reopened it again, "Perhaps, I'll think about it.

"Do you know what the best part is?" Draco asked again as he walked over to Maleficent.

She turned to face him, "What?"

"She and her father are staying with an aunt of my father's because they sold their house. It'll be perfect. I'll have her labelled as the premier slut before the term even starts." Draco grinned evilly and picked up his leather bound journal off of the table, "Well, I'm off. Pansy Parkinson will make an excellent entry." He started to walk out of the room.

"Could you be any more of a queer?" Maleficent curled her lip up in disgust. There was nothing more she wanted than to read the secrets that lie in that book. Every accomplishment as he so cruelly put it, was in that book.

"Could you be any more obvious that you want to read it," Draco started off again to his room.

"Oh Draco," Maleficent said sweetly as she stepped in front of him.

"What?"

"I have a proposition for you."

"And that is?"

"Well," Maleficent played with her fingers to get the full effect of what she was going for, "You say that you can lay this girl before school starts. How about a little wager on this?"

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed her out of the way, "Right. Whatever. When I asked you, you said no."

She stepped in front of him yet again, " No I didn't. I said I'd think about it. I have thought about it. Count me in."

"What's in it for me?" While he tried to pretend he wasn't interested, Maleficent knew better. Draco had taken her bait and there was no way she was backing down now.

"I'll give you something you've wanted since our parents joined in an unholy union."

"Go on."

Maleficent smiled, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Be more specific."

"I'll give you one night of anything you want." Maleficent looked at him seductively as she moved closer to him. She moved so close their lips were almost touching

"And if by some chance, which isn't likely, you win, what do you get out of this?" He pushed her away from him, the temptation to kiss her was almost unbearable. While he felt no sort of romantic attraction to her, Draco could not deny that there was definitely sexual attraction between the two, and Maleficent knew it. She often made it a hobby to torture him in any way possible.

"I get that vintage broom you've paid a fortune to have restored."

Draco smiled, how could he loose? What made this, Bridget Lupin any different from the rest of the girls that he seduced? "You've got yourself a deal." He stepped over to Maleficent who had an almost identical grin on her face and shook hands with her.

"So, on another note, how are you planning on getting back Blaise for dumping you?" He slid himself into a chair that was nearby in the hallway and looked at his step sister.

She sighed as picked up a rose out of the vase that was in the hallway and examined it carefully, "Well, I plan to turn his sweet little darling Ginevra Weasley into the premier slut of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Seems like a lot of unnecessary work if you ask me. I'd just attack Blaise himself."

Maleficent started to tear the petals off of the rose angrily, "Because. The evidence would automatically point back to me and I can't have that ruining my reputation. Everyone loves me so." She looked at Draco and batted her eyes as innocently as she could.

"So, you're going to take Ginny under your wing," Draco said as he suddenly realised her plan.

"Absolutely," Maleficent smiled maliciously, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer." Maleficent was forever making enemies. Draco wondered how many of her friends were really friends and how many were the enemies that she was toying with for her revenge. The girl always seemed to be bent on the destruction of this person or that person. Maleficent was known for her temper. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that it was better to stay on her good side, lest they would be ruined forever.

"Fascinating, really it is," Draco got up and began to head over to the fireplace, "I really have to get to my aunts. She'll be arriving any minute now."

"You're not going to use your broom, you might want to make good use of it while you still have it. It'll be mine by the time school starts."

"You wish. A biento!" He blew her a kiss as he grabbed a handful of floo powder and shouted, "Walstrom Manor!" and vanished in a green flame.