Sorry for any grammatical errors. I hope you like it. It's just the first chapter. Second will be out soonish c: Enjoy.

You awoke one to the delightful scent of cinnamon filling you up. 'Mother must be making something delicious..' you thought to yourself, suddenly remembering it was Christmas.

Your mother only made breakfast on holidays, for any other time she was busy and about.

You looked next to your bed for your clock to check the time, but didn't see it.

You noticed wondered where it was. 'Mason must've taken it again. Damn, when will he go out and buy his own clock..'

You sighed and threw your large and fluffy ivory comforter off of you and stretched.

Standing up, you let out a cry and fell back onto your bed.

You blew your powdery white hair out of your face and rubbed your foot.

'what the hell was that?'

You looked over the edge of your bed to reveal that your clock had fallen on the ground.

'Oh..' you sighed and picked it up.

You were known to make a fuss when you slept, knocking anything around you over. Normally you made sure to sleep far over on the other side of your queen sized bed to avoid messing up anything on your nightstand. Guess last night you moved an extra lot.

You yawned and slipped your feet into some fuzzy slippers and opened your door, only to let out another scream.

'MASON WHAT THE FUCK?..ouch..' You had fallen backwards onto the ground from shock.

Your twin brother stood in the doorway grinning from ear to ear. He was a huge fan of pranks, though they weren't all that good, and just scaring you in general.

You were very easy to scare.

You stood up and punched him in his exposed chest. 'Ugh why don't you put a damn shirt on, loser.' You looked up at his messy white hair. 'And brush your hair. It's practically matted.' You pushed past him.

'Why would I want to cover up these bad boys?' You could tell he had a conceited smirk on his face as he walked behind you.

You walked down the stairs to the kitchen, almost slipping. You needed new slippers, they had been so worn that the grip was completely deteriorated, which wasn't good for the wood floors your family had, but you didn't care.

You walked into the kitchen to see your father sitting at the table, reading the daily prophet. He looked up at you.

'Good morning, Princess.' He said with a warm smile.

'Good morning, Father.' you returned the smile and went to take a seat, only to be knocked out of the way by Mason.

You ignored it and went to the seat next to him. You were used to him pestering you. You'd dealt with it for almost seventeen years.

Your mother set a cinnamon bun on a white plate with classy black swirls in front of you.

You picked it up and took a big bite. It was delicious and warm, you were in heaven.

Suddenly you felt a slap on your wrist, making you drop the bun into your lap, all over your silk pink and white striped pajamas. You gasped and without looking at Mason, screamed 'MASON WHAT THE FUCK.'

You felt a stinging feeling on the side of your face and your eyes welled up with tears.

You put your hand over the stinging it and looked at the direction it came from. It was your mother.

You looked at Mason, who sat there staring at you with wide eyes. Suddenly he burst into laughter.

It was your mother who had smacked you in the first place and you suddenly realized it was due to you beginning eating before everybody had sat down.

'Laci Skye Sterling, apologize to Mason. You do NOT cast false accusations and you do NOT curse in this household, do you understand me?' Your mother said sternly.

You nodded and apologized to the still laughing Mason.

Your father shook his head in disappointment and went back to his newspaper.

You hated what a pushover your father was. He went with whatever your mother said.

'Laci you can go upstairs now. Get ready for the day. We're having a dinner party tonight to celebrate Christmas. We have some news for you that we will be announcing when all the guests arrive. Go now. And Mason, dear, finish eating and then you should get ready as well.' Your mother pointed at the large staircase and you quietly slunk up them.

You trudged into your bedroom and flopped onto your bed and closed your eyes. Your kitten, Sophia jumped on your stomach.

'Ooof.' You weren't expecting that.

You pet her head and she moved next to you. She curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

You yawned and cuddled next to her, doing the same thing.

'Laci, dear. Wake up, the party is in an hour.' Your father cooed to you, stroking your hair.

You slowly awoke from your slumber. Sophia was gone.

You saw Mason at the door with your mother. Everybody was dressed very nicely. Your eyes grew wide as your mother walked in briskly. She grabbed your arm and jerked you out of bed.

Your father stood up.

'Everybody get OUT. I need to speak with my daughter.' Your father and brother walked away, but not before your father gave you a sympathetic look.

Your mother slapped you and sat you in on a black stool you had in front of your vanity. She leaned over to be the height of you sitting and pointed at you.

'You need to clean up your act, Laci Skye. I am serious. You have one hour and i will not be made a fool of at this party just because you'd rather sleep than get ready. If you aren't prepared in an hour you will be locked in your room and we will tell everybody you were misbehaving and had to stay with your grandparents. Do you understand?'

You nodded quickly and your mother walked over to your walk in closet.

'Good.' She smiled. You suddenly realized your mother probably hadn't taken her medication today. She had severe bipolar disorder along with many other things. You sighed.

'How about this one? It's pretty.' Your mother pulled out a black dress out of your closet that you had never worn. 'You wore this one to your birthday party last year, didn't you?' Your mother stood admiring the dress as if lost in memories of the ohh so great party you had last year. You didn't feel like getting yelled at more so you just agreed that it was that dress, even though the tag was still on it and it had been purchased the week prior for this exact occasion.

'Good good. Well then i'll leave you to get ready.' Your mother said cheerfully, walking out of the bedroom.

You sighed and Sophia crawled out from under the bed, meowing.

'Hey there sweetie.' You smiled at her.

You went into your personal bathroom and turned on the hot water. You walked back into your bedroom and went to your dresser.

You hummed while pulling out a strapless lace bra and matching panties. You went back to the bathroom.

You closed the door and stepped into the shower and changed it so the water came from the shower head rather than the faucet.

You screetched as the hot water scortched your sensitive back. You turned off the water and stepped out.

You tried again and once getting the water temperature correctly, stepped inside.

The warm water felt heavenly falling closely all over your body in ribbons.

You realized you left the pomegranete shampoo and had to step out and get it. You sighed.

'I'm seriously messing up a lot today.. Fuck, i hope the rest of the day goes well..' you whispered to yourself.

Once you finished up, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a blue fluffy towel and snaked it around your slender, yet curvy figure. You looked in the mirror and brushed your teeth. Spit and rinsed.

After applying leave in tangle free hair product you brushed through it your powder white hair. You blowdried it out and pinned it up so it wouldn't get in the way of your make up.

You started humming to yourself when you heard some yelling. You walked to your door and cracked it open, still in the towel.

'Mother, did you call me?' You called down out of your bedroom.

'You have twenty minutes. Hurry up!' you heard a voice call back.

'Must've been a long shower..' you thought to yourself, closing the door.

You walked over to your bed which had the dress on it. You dropped your towel and pulled on your bra and panties, then the dress.

The dress fit you snuggly, but you could still move well in it, which was important because you knew you'd be dancing at the party.

You loved dancing, you and Mason had been forced to take lessons as children. Now every time your parents held a party you two had to dance. Your parents loved showing off anything they had. Especially their children.

You weren't sure why though. You didn't think your family was any better than any other. Your father shared that opinion. Mason agreed with your mother on the matter.

The dress came up to your mid thigh and flared out. It had no straps but a bow that tied around the waist in the back.

You went back to the bathroom and applied your make up. You never put much on.

You just needed a little bit. You had large brown eyes, so you just put a little to make them look like baby doll eyes. It was adorable, yet sexy.

You were jealous of Mason. He had one brown eye and one green. You didn't even know how it was possible.

Some twin defect thing. It sounded bad but looked fucking sweet.

You let your hair down and curled it. You had long hair and let the perfect ringlets fall down past your shoulders.

You walked over to your closet and pulled out some strappy black heels.

You looked in the mirror and spun. You couldn't help but smile. You looked devine.

'Missing something...' you walked to your vanity and grabbed a plain silver necklace with a heart on it. You put it around your neck and it fell right above your cleavage.

You smirked and left your bedroom.

'You look lovely, dear.' Your father said smiling, as you walked down the stairs. He already had a wine glass in his hand. You smiled back at him.

You looked around and gasped. The house looked fantastic.

It was decorated in classy wintery patterns and anything that would make your family look good. You remembered your mother always hires a decorator for these types of things.

Your mother and Mason walked into the room. 'The guests should be arriving any minute. Everyone, be good. And be friendly to all guests.' Your mother looked at you.

'What?' You didn't know why she was looking at you like that. 'I get along with everybody!'

Your mother rolled her eyes at you. 'Almost everybody.' She walked away.

Your eyes got wide.

'Mother!' You followed after her. 'You don't mean to tell me the Malfoys are coming, do you?' You asked, worried.

She turned around quickly. 'Yes. They are coming. And that won't be a problem will it?' She glared at you.

You cowered. 'No ma'am..' you scurried away to where your father was. 'Dad.. why are the Malfoys coming?' you groaned.

'You know why, dear. Lucious and i work together. They're a very good friend of our family. Draco is a nice boy.'

You sighed. You hated Draco. He was rude. He and Mason got along well and they were rude and teased you whenever they were togther. You loved Mason but when Draco was around...

You went upstairs and played with your kitten for a while. After about a half an hour, you heard running.

Your door flew open. 'Hey!' You yelled, annoyed looking at the door.

Mason was standing there. 'Sis, you need to come downstairs. Nearly all the guests are here. Come on. Mom's gonna be pissed if you don't act social.' A girl came up behind him and he turned his attention to her and they walked off.

You kissed Sophia on the head and walked out of your bedroom. You walked down the large staircase hoping no one would notice you.

When you reached the bottom you grabbed a glass of wine. Your parents didn't mind you drinking. They knew you only did at social events and it never was enough to have any effect on you.

You felt something snake around your waist. You jumped and turned around shocked to see Draco Malfoy smirking at you.

You huffed as you pushed him away and crossed your arms. You turned away from him, annoyed.

Your mother walked up. 'Oh Laci, i see you and Draco have found each other.' She was with Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled at you. 'Laci, you look lovely!'

You smiled back politely. 'You too, Mrs. Malfoy. It's nice to see you.'

'May i speak with you a moment, Laci?' Your mother asked.

You nodded and followed her over to an empty area. 'I saw that. Do not shove Draco or anybody else. Do you understand?'

'Mother, he was touching me. He put his arm around my wai-'

'His mother told him to be friendly and warming towards you. Do not harass him and just accept his friendly gestures. Do you understand?'

'Mother, I-'

'Do. You. Understand.?'

'Yes mother..' You looked at your feet.

'Good. Now go have fun.' Your mother said, regrouping with Narcissa.

You looked around and saw your father with Lucious and Mason and that girl walking off somewhere, giggling.

'Wait a second, Mother!' You called.

Your mother walked back to you. 'Yes?'

'How come no one from Beauxbatons are here?' You hadn't seen a single friend of yours.

'Oh we'll explain that later. Go make new friends!' she said smiling at you.

You sighed. You were getting frustrated and didn't feel like dealing with this tonight.

Suddenly music you recognized came on. You loved dancing to this song and you knew that it was playing because your parents wanted you and Mason to start off the dancing.

You looked around and Mason was no where in sight.

'Father..' you ran over to where he was. 'Mason isn't around. I don't know anybody else and the music is on. What am i suppose to do?' You were worried.

'Just go pick a random boy.' Your father said quickly, shooing you away.

Lucious chimed in. 'Draco has had many dancing lessons.'

You scoffed and walked away.

You saw a cute boy with dark hair and dark eyes. 'Ooo.' You walked over to him.

'And what have we got here?' He said, eyeing you up and down.

You smiled. 'Hey, uh.' you bit your lip and blushed 'do youu want to dance?'

He smirked and set his glass down. 'With you? How could i say no? Look at yourself.'

You pretended to giggle but mentally rolled your eyes.

'great, full of cheese. ugh.' you said to yourself.

You walked onto the dance floor with him.

The music started over again. He put his hand on your waist and you stared to dance.

He wasn't very good so you had to go slowly. You were getting annoyed.

You like fast dancing with impressive movies. You like dirty dancing. Not like grinding, but the style of dancing that is sexy and fast paced.

You sighed. You could do this with your eyes closed. So you decided to challenge yourself and actually do it.

You felt yourself being spun out and then came back into him. Suddenly the moves got faster and more difficult. You were surprised but pleased. You opened your eyes to find yourself meeting icy blue eyes. Your eyes widened as it hit you that you were dancing with Draco. 'What?' You said to him coldly. 'I was dancing with that cute boy. What the hell Malfoy. What did you do?' He spun you out and then back into him. He placed his hand above your ass and kept dancing. He sped up the moves. You had to admit you were impressed with his dancing. You smirked and changed up the moves. 'I see what you're doing. Don't think you can fool me, Sterling.' He changed the moves more drastically than you had. It was a damn good thing you had taken so many lessons on dancing. 'And by the way, Blaise is a terrible dancer. Blaise being the boy you were just dancing with. He spun you out and i grabbed your hand and pulled you in.' He spun you out and pulled you hard into his toned chest. 'Like that.' He smirked. 'Well what'd you do that for?' You were getting more annoyed. Who did he think he was? The dancing got faster and harder. The pace just left speeding up, but you kept up with it. You stood in amazement, dancing with Malfoy, impressed that he could keep up so damn well. 'I wanted to dance with you.' He smirked. You blushed and looked away. You hated him so much. 'Don't get too much of a big head. I just wanted to show off my dance moves and you're the only one i saw that could keep up with me.' You glared at him. He dipped you down. The music stopped.

You were out of breath.

He stood you back up and kissed your hand. 'You were a lovely partner, Sterling. I'm impressed.' He smirked and walked off into the crowd.

You looked around, realizing that everyone had stopped dancing and were all watching you from the side.

Your mother smiled and announced loudly to some guests about how much it cost to get you dancing lessons when you were little but how you've always been a natural.

You saw a girl glaring at you and walked off. You recognized her. You had seen her at the Malfoy Manor before at a party you'd been forced to attend in the past. She had been following Draco around like a lost puppy.

The boy you'd been dancing with before, you thought his name was Blaise but weren't sure. Malfoy could've lied. You walked over to him.

'that was fantastic! I've never seen anything like that before!' He cheered.

'thanks..' you replied, flushed.

Suddenly you heard your parents calling everybody to the dining area.

Your stomach growled.

Blaise looked at you funny then laughed. 'You sound starving!'

'Oh.. hah. Yeah i guess so.' You put your hand on your tummy, remembering how the only thing you'd eaten that day was a bite of the cinnamon bun.

Once everybody had sat down at the long glass table which was decorated brilliantly, your parents stood up together at one end of the table.

Your mother muttered the soronus spell to amplify her voice.

'Attention everybody, quiet down please.' She smiled at them all.

Everybody quieted down and looked up at her.

You analyzed the faces at the long table. You really didn't recognize a single one, aside from your family's and the Malfoy's.

You could see Mason rubbing the leg of the girl next to him. She was giggling.

You looked at her closer, she wasn't the same girl he disappeared with earlier, or even the girl that was outside your room with him before.

You laughed to yourself. He was such a player.

You turned your attention to your mother.

'Everybody, I'm sure you know of my childern, Laci and Mason-' she pointed at the both of you.

Blaise turned to you. 'I didn't know you were their daughter!' He whispered to you, surprised. 'You don't look anything like them!'

'Yeah, i know. It's weird. I'm not sure where we got our white hair from. hah.' Your parents both had dark hair. You looked down at your lap.

Mason called up to your mother 'Get on with it!' He laughed with the girl he was with.

Your mother glared at him and rubbed her temples. 'Anyways..what i'm getting at is we have some big big news! This party wasn't just a Christmas party-'

You looked up at her skeptically.

'It's also a celebration of sorts. Laci and Mason are transferring to... Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!' Your mother yelled. Your father looked at you, proud.

Everybody applauded.

'WHAT?' You and Mason screetched at the same time.

Everyone stopped. Your mother looked down at you and glared.

You pushed out your chair and stormed out into the foyer.

You heard someone chime behind you, 'i'll get her.'

You took off your heels and began running up to your bedroom. You were pissed. You loved your school. You had a lot of friends. Well..not a lot but enough. They were great friends. You loved your classes, your teachers. You were doing great. Why did they have to ruin this for you? It was different with Mason. He loved his school too, but he adjusted very well.

You were suddenly jerked around. You were face to face with Malfoy.

'Goddammit Malfoy.' You said coldly. 'I'm not in the mood to deal with you.' You jerked your arm back and continued walking upstairs.

Suddenly Draco picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You pounded your fists on his back and started yelling.

'Malfoy put me DOWN!'

'Stop it. You're being childish.' He was getting annoyed.

'I'm serious. Put me the hell down right now.' You were practically screaming.

He dropped you at the bottom of the stairs.

'Oof..' you felt your ass hit the ground hard. Second time today. Ugh.

He peered down at you.

'What the hell was that for? Idiot.' You called up to him, standing up.

He glared at you. 'You do not speak to a superior like that.'

You pulled your dress back into place and glared back.

He smirked. 'You have a sexy glare, you know.' He looked you up and down.

You scoffed. 'Whatever Malfoy. I'm not going back in there. You can bite me, tell my parents to do the same.'

'Fine, whatever you want. Mommy won't appreciate that, but hey It's your funeral.' He smirked and walked off.

You ran upstairs. You really didn't care at this point what the hell your mother had to say. You were pissed.

You locked your door and sat on your bed. You heard scratching at the door. You threw a pillow at it till you heard meowing. You walked over and let Sophia in.

You went back to the bed and laid down. Sophia sat on your back and purred.

You broke down and started sobbing into your nice white pillow. You stayed like that until you fell asleep from exhaustion. Crying takes a lot out of you, ya know.