CHAPTER 1

The golden doors opened in front of her. Dead silence filled the hall as she made her way down the stairs in her radiating crimson red dress.

Keep your head up. Eyes forward. Don't look down.

Her tutor's voice echoed in the back of her mind. She hadn't been to a royal function in a very long time. Today was her seventeenth birthday and her coming out party.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she made a graceful curtsy toward her parents, the King and Queen of Espana. Her father bowed back at her while her mother curtsied. A brother of fourteen walked up to her before bowing and offered her his arm. A slight curtsy to him was all that was necessary since she was higher up than him in the heirarchy, and she took his arm. "Gracias senor." He beamed as he led her to the dance floor.

With her heels, his head only came up to her chest. He had dark brown hair, and the press liked telling the people that he was anorexic for he was that skinny.

The dance floor was made of marble just like every other royal dance floor in Europe. Slow music started to play.

Leading her to the floor, her brother didn't catch nearly as many stares as the princess had. "May I have this dance?" He bowed once more when they reached the dance floor.

Taking his lead, she curtsied with a reply, "of course." Not a moment later, other people joined the royalty on the dance floor.

"She's beautiful," a certain blond Slytherin murmered to his friend.

"Agreed," Blaise Zabini responded. "She looks amazing. I wonder who she will choose tonight?"

"I don't know but I do know that I want to ask her to dance before she's stolen for the night." Draco Malfoy smirked.

"You have a girlfriend!" Blaise exclaimed, getting a few people near them to stare at them. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind if I managed to hook the heir to the Spanish Throne," he whispered back. Blaise nodded in understanding. "Oh crap. Prince Jon is going to make a move. Gotta go." At that, he rushed onto the dance floor. "Excuse me, your highness. Princess? May I cut in?" He gave her his charming Malfoy smile. She gazed at him with her brown eyes cold, but he didn't notice because it was barely detectable to anyone whom hadn't known her all of her life.

"My lord?" She asked her brother. With a bow and a curtsy, the princess was in Draco's arms.

"Me llamo Draco Malfoy. Hablas muchas ingles?" Draco asked her. He had not expected her to speak any English and in fact had been taught to speak Spanish for years because of her. His parents had always wanted him to marry into a royal family.

"I go to a boarding school in London so I would hope that I spoke English."

"Oh? So do I. What school? I go to Hogwarts."

She stopped dancing abruptly. "Are you supposed to see royalty outside of the castle?"

Immediately he had known that he had said something to offend her. "No. I suppose not." He gave her one of his charming smiles once more.

It had no effect on her for she merely curtsied and said, "It was nice meeting you." Swiftly she turned and made her way off the dance floor.

As though in a daze, Draco stood staring after the girl. Never before had a girl so easily blown him off. Normally they fell into his arms at the very sight of him!

"I take it that it didn't go well?" Blaise came over to him. Draco shook his head. "We might want to get off the dance floor-"

"Right." Draco followed him off the floor and over to a waiter who happened to be serving some wine. "May I-?"

"Are you of age, sir?" The waiter replied.

"Yes. I'm seventeen." The waiter nodded and handed him a glass before leaving to the next group of men.

Meanwhile, the princess stood next to her parents. "You need to start dancing chica. This is your coming out party."

"I know. Pero mama...there are students from Hogwarts here."

"Hogwarts? Have they recognized you?" The Queen was nervous for the first time in her life.

"Princess Isabella?" A teenager about the age of sixteen bowed to her. "Would you mind dancing with me?"

Princess Isabella flipped her long ebony black hair over her shoulder when she turned toward him. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name-"

"Prince Jon of England," was his response.

"Would you mind waiting for a few minutes? I need to speak with my mother-"

"Of course. I'll be over by the band," he said.

"I'll be there in less than five minutes. I promise." He nodded and with a bow, he left.

"They don't know who you are, do they?"

"No, they don't." Princess Isabella's eyes fell to the Queen's feet. "But if they should-"

"We mustn't let them! You must finish your schooling before becoming the Queen of Spain!"

"I know mother. I know."

"We can't let them find out that you are-"