Harry Potter and that magical world unfortunately does not to belong to me..It belongs to the wonderful JK

Ok, um, this is my first ever fanfic so please be nice! R&R-ing would be great and appreciated..If you like it and I get a good review I'll post some more up soon but if not, I'll just take it down and leave it!

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"Come Draco, we must go." The old bastard said.

"Father, do I really have to go?" I asked for the millionth time already knowing the answer. Father was making Mother and I go along with him to his business partner's house. I didn't have a problem with that but it was the fact they had a daughter. Who was my age. Who was in Hufflepuff.

Slytherin's did NOT associate with Hufflepuff's no matter what.

"Draco you must go! I don't want to have this conversation with you again. You must go and I know Lilliana is in a house you dislike but frankly Draco I don't care. You will go and you will be civil. Is that clear?" Luscious glared down at me.

"Crystal." I glared back.

I made polite and necessary conversation with the famous healing Fox family. Luckily the youngest Fox was no around and no one had mentioned her and I wasn't about to either.

"Maria, darling, where is your youngest? Lilliana? Is she around?" My completely and utterly stupid Mother said.

"She is around here somewhere. I think she may be in the kitchen. She loves baking. Don't know why since we have house elves for that but she insists that she bakes occasionally." Replied Mrs. Fox.

"Well, I'm sure Draco would love to see her hmm Draco?"

I smiled sweetly at both the old bats. "Of course."

Mrs. Fox smiled and clicked her fingers. The familiar pop of a house elf was made.

"Daisy take Draco to where Lilliana is."

I followed the ever silent house elf down 2 flights of stairs and various twists and turns.

As soon as 'Daisy' opened the door, I could hear a delicate laugh being made. I walked in more to find Lilliana with a bowl resting on her hip. She was mixing some brown, presumably chocolate, mixture together while swaying her hips gently to the music that was unfamiliar to my ears.

To my surprise she was the only one in the large silver kitchen and the music was blaring from some device that must have been from the muggle world. I shuddered a little bit, thinking about something that came from the stupid world.

Fox hadn't noticed my presence yet so I just stood there by the door glaring at her until she decided to take the consideration to look up.

Finally when the song finished she looked up and yelped in surprise. I allowed myself a little smirk.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She said accusingly.

"If you don't remember our parents are having a meeting." I glared and walked toward the bench that had her ingredients everywhere.

"The least you could do is clean the bench as you go." I said as I looked down. There were bits of flour and sugar covering every inch on the bench. I lifted my lip in disgust. To my surprise Fox just laughed.

"If you're just going to sit there and complain the least you can do is start making this for me."

She pushed a book and a bowl toward me. I leaned back and shot daggers at her.

"Malfoy's DO NOT cook." I said, looking down my nose at her.

"Oh Malfoy just do it."

Fox had her hands on her hips and was looking down at me with a look that said 'do it or there will be consequences.' I found myself reaching for the ingredients within a second.

"And you're supposed to be in Hufflepuff..." I murmured. Fox just smiled brightly. She had a nice smile. It was inviting and warm...

WAIT! What am I saying? This is Lilliana Fox, a HUFFLEPUFF for Merlin's sake! Sure, she might be a part of the wizarding world's most famous family of healers but still .She. Was. A. Hufflepuff. I looked up at her. She was looking down at her recipe. Damn, Fox had come out well. How had I, Slytherin Sex God, not noticed that? She was a naturally petite girl and her hugging white shirt defined her nice waist and slender hips. She had noticeable bumps for breasts and her fiery red hair was silky and wavy. And then one landed on her eyes. They had long dark eyelashes that framed the beautiful sea blue of them.

DRACO ABRAXAS MALFOY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU DO NOT CHECK OUT HUFFLEPUFFS UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES.

I shook my head as if to rid my brain of the thoughts I just had. To distract myself, I focused on her music.

"What is that horrid sound?" I said looking behind her and at the muggle device.

"Oh, that's my Ipod dock."

"Your what?"

"It's a little muggle device. The Ipod keeps and plays music and the dock plays it out loud for you."

"Weird. I suppose that is muggle music also?"

Fox hung her head in shame.

"Yes..."

I was about to say how horrid it was when a catchy song came on. I couldn't help but tap my foot a little to the beat. Fox had noticed this and beamed.

"This is The Kooks," she told me excitedly, "I heard them-"

"How do you know all this muggle music?" I asked getting straight to what I wanted to know.

"Oh, well, uh, I, um-"

"Well? Spit it out."

I was glad to have control of my brain and the situation but I couldn't help the pang of guilt I felt when I saw her face cringe. Well, she was a Hufflepuff... Sensitive freaks.

"I occasionally go to the muggle world and browse through their music selections. They surprisingly have some good stuff."

I didn't reply and continued mixing whatever it was I was supposed to be making.

It had been several hours since I had come down to the kitchen. Fox's music was growing on me. I was occasionally bopping my head along to some song only to see her smiling at me then I would glare and stop immediately.

I was mixing something when I heard Fox gasp and drop her spoon onto a large pile of flour. Flour that was pretty much in front of my face. I took a deep calming breath as I felt the soft texture explode onto my face. I slowly looked over at Fox. She had her hand covering her mouth but her shoulders were shaking with laughter. I reached into the bag of flour. Fox's face paled and in return I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Malfoy, I didn't mean to I swea-"

Fox was cut off by the flour that was thrown directly at her face.

"Bullseye!" I yelled. I couldn't help but laugh at her startled, yet amused, face. Fox grabbed a handful of flour and piffed it right at my hair. This time she laughed.

The only thing that stopped our flour fight half an hour in, was the buzzer on the oven. We both excitedly got the muffins out of their tray and onto the cooling rack.

"Well, if I do say so myself, they look exceptional. Would you not say the same Mr. Malfoy?" Fox said looking over at me and grinning.

"I think I would say the exact same Miss. Fox."

We started cleaning up the kitchen, the magic way, when Fox gasped and cursed.

I looked over in concern which surprised me. Why would I care?

"You okay?" Not that I really care.

"Well, we have to make an appearance up there at some stage and we have been down here for more than half the evening." She replied with worry in her eyes.

I rolled my eyes at her worry but still cast a quick cleaning charm on us both to get rid of the flour. Fox grabbed my hand and we started running up the stairs and going around all the twists and turns while laughing and grinning like idiots. We stopped just outside the door that would lead us back to reality. Fox and I looked at each and then I realised that my hand was still intertwined with hers. I pulled mine out quickly and looked at her with confusion. My emotions were going everywhere and to my annoyance Fox just smiled warmly at me for the millionth time.

"Don't worry. I won't talk to you at school." She said rolling her eyes and moving to open the door.

Good, I thought. I was scared that she thought we were now best friends just because we had a little fun together. Emphasis on the little. Glad that was cleared up but I couldn't help feel the sagging of my shoulders as she opened the door signifying the end of our good night.

"Draco and Lilliana. Dears, we wondered where you two had gotten off too..."

3 days later when back at Hogwarts, there was a package on my desk in my Head Boy room.

It was addressed to me but there was no evidence of who had given it to me. I opened the parcel slowly, scared that it might be a prank performed by my idiot friends.

Out dropped two large chocolate muffins with a small note that fluttered to the ground.

Well done Mr. Malfoy. They look and taste fantastic.