I looked up at the steel gates separating me from the mansion behind it. I couldn't help but think of the reason these gates had been put up, to keep out people like me. Those that resided in that fabulous mansion didn't want my dirty blood contaminating themselves and their possessions. Unfortunately for them, I had a ticket in. I had fallen in love with one of the occupants living in said mansion; and I was coming in to disrupt their perfect life. Secretly I was terrified of meeting people that already hated me for who I was but I certainly wasn't going to let them know that. To them I was a cool, confident half-breed...who was in love with their son. Maybe I wasn't as confident as I thought I was. It was now or never, though, time to meet the Malfoy's. I stepped forward towards the gate and waved my wand.

"State your name," a harsh voice came out from the gates themselves.

"Amy Marks," I replied, feeling less confident every minute I stood there. "I am a guest of Draco Malfoy."

The gates slowly creaked open and revealed the lush expansion of Malfoy Manor. There were peacocks roaming freely around, and I chuckled at the image it set. The Malfoy's themselves were living examples of excess and they liked nothing more than to show it off. Even the animals they kept were excessive in nature. I dismissed my cleverness and strolled up the walkway towards the door. I lightly knocked on the door and a house elf instantly opened it.

"I'm here to see Draco," I said.

The house elf bowed low to the ground and motioned me to come inside.

"Master Malfoy is in the study," he said, leading me down the hallway.

I was amazed by the mansion and all of the intricate decorations, but this wasn't the reason I was here. As I walked into the study I found the reason why I was. I saw Draco sitting in a leather chair reading a hard cover book. The light from the large pane windows was hitting the side of his face, making his skin and hair gleam.

"Master Malfoy has a guest, sir," the house elf croaked.

Draco's head snapped up and the light hit his steel grey eyes as they focused on me. A smile spread on both of our faces as the recognition set in. He rose up and walked over to me and hugged me.

"I missed you," he said.

I smiled and replied the same back. It had been a few weeks since I'd seen Draco and it had been killing me. I never thought I could miss someone like this.

"So, how have you been?" he asked, directing me to to a chair to sit down.

"Good, nervous mostly," I replied, giving him a small smile.

"Why? Because of my parents?"

"Yeah, they don't even know me and they already hate me," I pouted.

"Well, if they love you even half as much as I do then you'll be set," he said.

I rolled my eyes, sometimes he could be so cheesy it was too much.

"Hey, I thought you liked me being sweet."

"I do, I'm just not used to it," I said and smiled. It was true, at times I would wonder when his next blow up would be, and if I would be in its path. I tried to dismiss these thoughts though, because Draco had been nothing but sweet to me. Our relationship over the past few weeks had leveled out into something I could call normal, and I liked it.

"Draco, what is all the noise about?" a voice called from the doorway. I looked over and the worry that Draco had so easily settled rose back up in my chest. Lucius Malfoy stood, eyes sweeping over towards me and realization dawned on him.

"So, you are the one who has been capturing all of my son's attention. I am curious, however, why has Draco not told me your last name? I wished to formally invite you here myself but Draco wouldn't tell me," he said. He glanced at Draco, a polite smile still on his lips. I knew Draco wouldn't have told his father my last name because that would have been too easy for him to figure out I wasn't a pure-blood.

"Well, I don't think Draco wanted any judgment to be passed before you met me," I said, carefully calculating every word as to not blow my cover before it was needed. It was going to come out sooner or later, I just wanted to put it off for as long as I could.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. Dinner will be ready in a few moments, we will talk more then," he said and walked out without another word.

"That went well," I said.

"Oh, it's only just begun," Draco replied, a worried look on his face.