Oh, I'm an awful person, aren't I? I know I still have two other stories that I put on hold for a bit, but I just couldn't keep this story out of my head much longer. It's been swimming in there for about a year now! Well, as most of you should know, this is in fact a Draco Malfoy story. Whether or not it'll be to your taste, I don't know. I plan on making it a tad bit dark, because, let's face it, who doesn't love a dark love story?

Well, nonetheless, please give me feedback because I'm a bit iffy on putting this up, but I just had to get it out of my mind and off of that damn piece of notebook paper!

And without further ado:

An eleven year-old little girl timidly walked into the shop of Madam Malkin's and stood beside the entrance. Not really sure what she should be doing, seeing that her dear guardian left her to get her a suitable owl while she got fitted for her robes.

Upon opening the door and walking in, the little girl quickly stepped aside to let a small boy, probably around her age or so, walk by her and out of the clothing shop. She didn't take much in on his appearance, only that he had dark hair and big, round glasses placed upon his nose.

"Oh, come on, dear!" An older woman spoke up, snapping the girl's attention over to the said lady. "Just come on in and stand up here, now, hurry up."

The young girl had to process for a second that the old, plump, short lady was talking to her, telling her to come stand on the stool that stood surrounded by all sorts of fabrics. The little girl quickly shuffled her way over and stood as told, and it was then that she noticed the short, pale, blond-haired boy standing off to her far right. He looked rather bored, standing there with his arms crossed and eyes roaming.

It wasn't until he spoke up that she noticed he was looking at her.

"Who are you?" The boy asked, furrowing his blond eyebrows and slightly turning his nose up in a curious manor.

The little girl's blue eyes stared into his stormy-grey ones, taking in his appearance; how he wasn't much taller than herself and how his light blond hair was slicked back to perfection.

"Gwendolyn," she said quietly to him. "Gwendolyn Emerson." The boy's eyebrows shot up, he has never heard of such a last name before. He was about to ask her what her blood heritage was when she averted her eyes back to the mumbling fat lady that just walked back over to her.

The said girl, Gwen, turned her attention to the old plump lady who was now standing before her, sizing the little girl's limbs up. She kept mumbling to herself, probably the measurements that she needed for Gwen's robes for school.

"Hold out your arm, dear," she told Gwen in a warm voice, and Gwen did as was told. "First year at Hogwarts?" It was more a statement than a question, but the little girl answered nonetheless.

"Yes, it is,"

The blond boy spoke up next. "What house do you think you'll be in?" He asked. Gwen turned her eyes to the boy and gave a small smile.

"I was told my father was in Ravenclaw, and my mother was in Slytherin," she began, the boy nodded for her to continue. "So, it could be either house really."

The boy smirked. "I'll be in Slytherin, no doubt."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, both of my parents, and their parents before them, were in Slytherin. So, of course I'd be in that house,"

Gwen couldn't help but notice the superiority that the boy spoke with, like everyone around him was no better than the dirt on the bottom of his shoes. But, she also couldn't help but admire that quality in him; she never really liked her own quiet quality where she spoke softly. Though that was how she was brought up; in a quiet, well-mannered house.

Madam Malkin asked Gwen to hold her other arm out while the girl kept her gaze locked with the blond boy before her. Something about the boy was drawing her in, whether it was his regal manner or the sheer fact that he had breathtakingly grey eyes, or maybe it was because she's hardly ever been around peers - she wasn't sure. But she held his gaze nonetheless.

"You never told me your name," she said softly while he cocked a light eyebrow.

If possible, the blond boy smirked even wider, with his eyes full of amusement, and said, "The name's Draco Malfoy,"

Malfoy, Gwen thought. She was certain that she had heard of that name somewhere before, but she just couldn't seem to place it. She didn't want to sit around and ponder where she's heard that name before, so she filed it away for a later time.

The blond boy - Draco - turned his gaze to the plump lady that was still getting Gwendolyn's measurements, but instead of holding amusement, they now held annoyance.

"How long do I have to stand here and wait for my robes, Madam?" He asked at bit rudely. Madam Malkin turned to the rude little boy and gave him a scornful look, but smiled as if it was nothing.

"As soon as I get done with this little girl's measurements, just please be patient for a bit longer, Mister Malfoy," and with that she turned her attention back to the girl's. "You never told me your name, dear,"

Gwen's blue eye's widened with embarrassment. She didn't mean to be so rude as to no mention her name to the elderly lady. "It's Gwendolyn Emerson, ma'am."

The Madam gave Gwen a warm smile before ushering the girl off of the stool. "Down you go now, love, you're all set!" With that she turned on her heel and headed to the back of the shop, but not before saying, "I'll have both of your robes just in a minute!" The girl didn't say anything, but Draco scoffed and muttered something along the lines of, 'About time.'

Gwen looked down at her feet and pulled at her white cotton baby-doll dress that was hidden behind her dark robes. She was standing about a few feet away from the Malfoy boy and was nervous to say the least.

In all her young, eleven years, she had never, not once spoken to another child her age. Her guardian made sure that she was sheltered at home, and well protected, always telling her that there was evil out in the world that he wanted to keep her from. But of course, she had gotten her letter from Hogwarts-nothing she wasn't expecting, seeing that her guardian taught her basic magic and such at an early age-and was off to study further and deeper into her studies about being a witch.

"I wish that woman would hurry it up, my father should be back here anytime now," Draco uttered with a bit of annoyance lacing his words.

Gwen slowly brought her head up and glanced over at Draco with a playful smile. "Patience is a virtue, you know,"

The Malfoy boy turned to her and smirked. "Tell that to my father,"

"Where is your father?"

Draco shuffled his hands into the pockets of his robes, almost as if he was annoyed. Gwen was beginning to suspect that the boy didn't want to be in her presence. That wasn't a very good vibe when meeting a peer for the first time.

"He's off getting my books for this year," his tone hadn't really changed much, so hopefully she wasn't that bad for company.

"Do you know anyone at Hogwarts?" She found herself asking, looking into his eyes, gauging a reaction so see if she was annoying this boy in front of her.

He shrugged. "Just a few kids that I grew up around. How about you?"

Gwen looked to the ground and shook her head. "No, and honestly you're the first person I've actually spoken with that's around my age,"

Draco snorted. "Your parents must really be protective of you then,"

She slightly winced at the word 'parents' but held her composure nonetheless. "I live with my guardian, not my parents." She found herself saying softly.

Draco nudged her arm after hearing the slightly sad tone in her unusually light voice. "Since you don't know anyone at Hogwarts," he began, and Gwen brought her gaze up to meet his once more; he was smiling. "and since I'm such a gentleman, I'll be your friend, how 'bout that?"

Gwen couldn't help but find herself smiling. "That'd be really great!"

The two children heard the door bells ring, signaling that someone had entered the shop. And at the same time, Madam Malkin returned form the back of the shop holding two boxes with both of the children's robes in it.

"Gwendolyn," a deep voice drawled out. Her ears and eyes perked up a bit after hearing the man call for her. This didn't go unnoticed by Draco Malfoy, of course. And no sooner from when they heard the voice did a man dressed in all black, with black hair, came from behind a row of robes.

Gwen smiled at the tall man and ran over to him, while the man's hand shot out for her to take, in which she did; wrapping her tiny pale fingers around his own larger, pale hands. Even though Gwen was at his side, the man's dark eyes lingered on Draco for longer than he deemed necessary. The boy looked at him with indifference before quickly glancing down at Gwen who had latched herself onto the man's side, then back up to the man who seemed to be. . .he was glaring at Draco? What had the poor boy done?

Draco remembered seeing this man from somewhere before. But where? That's what he couldn't place. And why was Gwen glued to his side like that? They obviously knew each other, otherwise why would she react to him in such a way? It was almost as if he were her father, but she said she didn't live with her parents, so that hypothesis was ruled out.

Only in this time did Madam Malkin shove a box in Draco's arms, telling him that they were his robes for the year, before walking over and handing Gwen's box to the tall, dark man. He muttered a slow thank you in a deep voice when the door's bell rang once more.

This time when the figure appeared Draco recognized it right away - his father, Lucius, with his long, platinum blond hair slicked back and a cane in hand. Lucius turned to the tall, dark man with an eyebrow raised.

"Severus, how decent to see you here," his father spoke to the man.

The dark man - Severus - slowly nodded before voicing a 'yes' with his unnaturally deep voice. Lucius eyed the little girl stuck to his side and gave her a smirk. Gwen shrank away a bit, trying to hide herself in Severus' long cloak. This man didn't feel right with her, and it was making the poor girl uneasy.

"I see Miss Gwendolyn here has grown up quite a bit, hasn't she?" Lucius spoke, still smirking down at the girl. "You've seemed to grow into a pretty little thing, haven't you?"

It was this time that Draco made his way over to his father, glancing between Gwen and the dark man. Obviously his father knew these two people, but judging from Gwen's reaction to his father, she didn't know him.

Lucius ignored his son who was now at his side and lifted a gloved hand up and pushed away Gwen's blonde bangs to get a better look at her face. She was pale, but not sickening so, and her bright blue eyes were big, probably too big for her round face. And her blonde hair was tied back in light-golden waves behind her back, save for a few rebellious strands that fell in her face.

Severus pulled the girl back out of Lucius' hands and spoke with a tone that left little to no conversation openers. "Gwendolyn and I must be going now, we have much to get done before the train leaves for the school," Gwen looked up at Severus and then back to Draco, who was completely clueless. She smiled at him before Severus began to turn to walk out of the store. "Let's go," he told her.

She then turned her smile up to Severus and met his dark gaze, "Alright, Sev," and with that they left.

Draco brought his eyes up to his father who looked a bit peeved at being brushed off in such a way. "Father?" He spoke, hoping to ask a few questions. But as soon as his father looked down at him, he grabbed his son's arm, muttering about finishing with his shopping so they could get his wand.

Draco didn't question his father, even though he had wanted to ask a few questions. He wondered who exactly Gwendolyn Emerson was, and who was that Severus man that was with her. Was he the guardian she spoke of? Most likely, it all seemed to fit.

The boy actually remembered Severus, but it wasn't often that he saw the dark man. He often came over to speak with his father and mother about matters that they deemed private. Not that Draco really cared at the time, or even at the moment. All he was curious about was exactly who was Gwendolyn Emerson, and why his father had looked at her like that.