Chapter One
"I'm going to ask you one more time Draco.and listen carefully. Will you stop being a damn prick?!"
A smirk and hand flying to his heart in mock lovesick fashion, the said Draco swooned, "Ah the sweet words this maiden utters on my behalf!"
Stomping her foot in frustration, a slim raven haired teenager grabbed the nearest object (a bra since they happened to be in Victoria's Secret) and threw it in his face. Since dear Draco was still very much lost in his latest mocking scene, he was caught unawares. This left the silver-blonde blinking in surprise, his grey eyes widening as he realized he was staring through black lace.
He plucked the bra off his face, examining the tag and thoughtfully stated, "I didn't know you were a D cup Syl."
The only answer he got was a swift smack to the back of his head followed by mutterings of idiot friends from abroad and guys being a bunch of incurable perverts and ended with her stalking out of the store. Grinning happily, Draco went to catch up with her. As soon as he did, he draped an arm over her shoulders and laughingly told her how much fun he was having at this whole 'girl shopping' thing.
His more than patient companion stopped and stared daggers at him. "Well Draco, if you consider being kicked out of three stores for arguing with the managers about how tasteless their merchandise is, and them embarrassing me out of the next four stores, then yes, this is a shitload of fun."
The tall blonde had the grace to blush slightly, but only slightly. He sighed and gave her his best 'puppy-peed-on-your-newest-pair-of-Gucci-heels- but-is-very-sorry-about-it-but-not-really' look. Which of course, she didn't buy it for a second, scrutinizing her best friend of ten years.
She smiled a half-smile as her eyes traveled over his lithe frame, he had an irresistible face she had to admit. Standing at a good 6'10, with his unusual silver-blonde hair, his grey-blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, and his trademark charming smirk, he knew he looked good. As for his body, the guy had lean hard muscles fitting the quidditch player he was. As always, everyone agreed that he had quite the Grecian appearance. Chuckling she remembered that one time she forced him to be Apollo, the Greek god of light, one of the twins, for a Halloween gala, and she as Artemis, the other twin. That night he swore he'd kill her for the amount of rabid girls nipping his bare heels. She shook her head slightly to be rid of that amusing memory.
"Stop giggling to yourself, or I'm going to kick you."
Snapped out her thoughts with that very kind threat, his best friend, Sylph Chen glared wholeheartedly at him. Draco chuckled, he did love getting a rise out of her. He offered his arm, and with a roll of her eyes although they were twinkling, she took his offer. As they walked along 34th Street in New York City, he peered down at the girl on his arm, and his eyes softened warmly. Sylph was Chinese, coming from one of the most affluent families of the world, both muggle and wizarding, a feat that a rare few could compare to, she was rather grounded as a person, probably because she had two older brothers to teach her. She stood at a good 5'11 with sweet dark brown almond shaped eyes framed with long black lashes. One of his pet names for her was to call her his fairy princess, but she had rejected the princess part and was content with fairy. She was slim and rather.curvy but not volumtious like some of the girls Draco preferred. His fairy's raven hair fell to the middle of her back, the hair that had just slapped him in the face as she whipped around to stare at something.
Bringing his hand up to his face, he glared at her, about to unleash his vain anger, but noticed how tense his friend was. His eyes followed hers and he felt chills race down his spine, he could feel the blood drain from his face.
Syl grimaced and muttered, "I swear Drac, you really oughta tell your ministry to handle that stupid Deatheater problem they have. I really don't appreciate them coming over to my city."
Knowing that it was her way of helping him snap out of his fear, he growled, "Don't look at me, my father and Voldemort have been dead for two full years and a half."
Smirking, she shrugged, and never taking her eyes off of the Deatheaters that stood in a huddled group, she murmured, "Well then my little hunter, shall we proceed?"
Being that they were in a serious situation, he refrained from laughing, her pet name for him was far worse, but he smiled, "We shall, fairy child."
He noticed the wolfish gleam of her teeth as she whispered almost hungrily, "Then let's get to it."
With that she held up a hand and placed a concealing charm on the Deatheaters as well as the two of them. Draco then lifted his wand, and muttered a silencing charm, all the while envious of his best friend's perfection of wandless magic. After he was done with his charm, Sylph immediately put a containing charm on the lot of them. With all the spells they needed in place, she grinned, her eyes lighting up.
With a rustle from within her sleeves she produced thin daggers, one between each finger, in both hands. She leaped into the fray of hooded idiots, dodging the spells fired at her with ease and threw her daggers at them, some digging into hearts, others merely maiming. Each dagger has a wire attached to it, which allowed her to retrieve her projectiles.
Draco calmly put his hand under his shirt and pulled out a silvery looking ribbon, which hardened into a short sword. A fierce dragon etched onto the blade, the hilt resembled claws intertwined. He reminded himself to thank his fairy for this birthday present as he plunged it into a Deatheaters upper shoulder. Unlike his friend he didn't kill, however much he hated someone, something Sylph still didn't understand about him.
Within a few minutes some ministry officials appeared and upon seeing that the Deatheaters were already down for the count, they thanked them, although the two of them were detained an hour for useless questioning, which led to an outburst which included choice insults.
Once released she groaned and looked rather put out about the lack of action she got. Draco laughed.and laughed.and laughed some more, to the point that he was clutching his side and pointing at her scowling face. He immediately stopped laughing once she bit his finger hard and refused to let go, even though he squealed and tried to shake her off. After releasing him, she grinned and announced that she had a wonderful idea. Grimacing and sucking on his injured finger he muttered about evil wenches, which was then silenced by a stomp on his foot.
Syl smiled innocently at him and asked, "Drac, what's today's date?"
Not liking the pretend innocence, he answered suspiciously, "August 26th."
She clapped her hands happily, "Great! That'll give me enough time to pack and arrange things."
"Eh?"
Sylph punched him playfully on the arm and gave him a tight hug, only releasing him when he begged for air and the usefulness of his ribs, she looked up at him, her eyes big and mischievous, "I will be attending Hogwarts with you Draco dearest."
"I'm going to ask you one more time Draco.and listen carefully. Will you stop being a damn prick?!"
A smirk and hand flying to his heart in mock lovesick fashion, the said Draco swooned, "Ah the sweet words this maiden utters on my behalf!"
Stomping her foot in frustration, a slim raven haired teenager grabbed the nearest object (a bra since they happened to be in Victoria's Secret) and threw it in his face. Since dear Draco was still very much lost in his latest mocking scene, he was caught unawares. This left the silver-blonde blinking in surprise, his grey eyes widening as he realized he was staring through black lace.
He plucked the bra off his face, examining the tag and thoughtfully stated, "I didn't know you were a D cup Syl."
The only answer he got was a swift smack to the back of his head followed by mutterings of idiot friends from abroad and guys being a bunch of incurable perverts and ended with her stalking out of the store. Grinning happily, Draco went to catch up with her. As soon as he did, he draped an arm over her shoulders and laughingly told her how much fun he was having at this whole 'girl shopping' thing.
His more than patient companion stopped and stared daggers at him. "Well Draco, if you consider being kicked out of three stores for arguing with the managers about how tasteless their merchandise is, and them embarrassing me out of the next four stores, then yes, this is a shitload of fun."
The tall blonde had the grace to blush slightly, but only slightly. He sighed and gave her his best 'puppy-peed-on-your-newest-pair-of-Gucci-heels- but-is-very-sorry-about-it-but-not-really' look. Which of course, she didn't buy it for a second, scrutinizing her best friend of ten years.
She smiled a half-smile as her eyes traveled over his lithe frame, he had an irresistible face she had to admit. Standing at a good 6'10, with his unusual silver-blonde hair, his grey-blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his aristocratic nose, and his trademark charming smirk, he knew he looked good. As for his body, the guy had lean hard muscles fitting the quidditch player he was. As always, everyone agreed that he had quite the Grecian appearance. Chuckling she remembered that one time she forced him to be Apollo, the Greek god of light, one of the twins, for a Halloween gala, and she as Artemis, the other twin. That night he swore he'd kill her for the amount of rabid girls nipping his bare heels. She shook her head slightly to be rid of that amusing memory.
"Stop giggling to yourself, or I'm going to kick you."
Snapped out her thoughts with that very kind threat, his best friend, Sylph Chen glared wholeheartedly at him. Draco chuckled, he did love getting a rise out of her. He offered his arm, and with a roll of her eyes although they were twinkling, she took his offer. As they walked along 34th Street in New York City, he peered down at the girl on his arm, and his eyes softened warmly. Sylph was Chinese, coming from one of the most affluent families of the world, both muggle and wizarding, a feat that a rare few could compare to, she was rather grounded as a person, probably because she had two older brothers to teach her. She stood at a good 5'11 with sweet dark brown almond shaped eyes framed with long black lashes. One of his pet names for her was to call her his fairy princess, but she had rejected the princess part and was content with fairy. She was slim and rather.curvy but not volumtious like some of the girls Draco preferred. His fairy's raven hair fell to the middle of her back, the hair that had just slapped him in the face as she whipped around to stare at something.
Bringing his hand up to his face, he glared at her, about to unleash his vain anger, but noticed how tense his friend was. His eyes followed hers and he felt chills race down his spine, he could feel the blood drain from his face.
Syl grimaced and muttered, "I swear Drac, you really oughta tell your ministry to handle that stupid Deatheater problem they have. I really don't appreciate them coming over to my city."
Knowing that it was her way of helping him snap out of his fear, he growled, "Don't look at me, my father and Voldemort have been dead for two full years and a half."
Smirking, she shrugged, and never taking her eyes off of the Deatheaters that stood in a huddled group, she murmured, "Well then my little hunter, shall we proceed?"
Being that they were in a serious situation, he refrained from laughing, her pet name for him was far worse, but he smiled, "We shall, fairy child."
He noticed the wolfish gleam of her teeth as she whispered almost hungrily, "Then let's get to it."
With that she held up a hand and placed a concealing charm on the Deatheaters as well as the two of them. Draco then lifted his wand, and muttered a silencing charm, all the while envious of his best friend's perfection of wandless magic. After he was done with his charm, Sylph immediately put a containing charm on the lot of them. With all the spells they needed in place, she grinned, her eyes lighting up.
With a rustle from within her sleeves she produced thin daggers, one between each finger, in both hands. She leaped into the fray of hooded idiots, dodging the spells fired at her with ease and threw her daggers at them, some digging into hearts, others merely maiming. Each dagger has a wire attached to it, which allowed her to retrieve her projectiles.
Draco calmly put his hand under his shirt and pulled out a silvery looking ribbon, which hardened into a short sword. A fierce dragon etched onto the blade, the hilt resembled claws intertwined. He reminded himself to thank his fairy for this birthday present as he plunged it into a Deatheaters upper shoulder. Unlike his friend he didn't kill, however much he hated someone, something Sylph still didn't understand about him.
Within a few minutes some ministry officials appeared and upon seeing that the Deatheaters were already down for the count, they thanked them, although the two of them were detained an hour for useless questioning, which led to an outburst which included choice insults.
Once released she groaned and looked rather put out about the lack of action she got. Draco laughed.and laughed.and laughed some more, to the point that he was clutching his side and pointing at her scowling face. He immediately stopped laughing once she bit his finger hard and refused to let go, even though he squealed and tried to shake her off. After releasing him, she grinned and announced that she had a wonderful idea. Grimacing and sucking on his injured finger he muttered about evil wenches, which was then silenced by a stomp on his foot.
Syl smiled innocently at him and asked, "Drac, what's today's date?"
Not liking the pretend innocence, he answered suspiciously, "August 26th."
She clapped her hands happily, "Great! That'll give me enough time to pack and arrange things."
"Eh?"
Sylph punched him playfully on the arm and gave him a tight hug, only releasing him when he begged for air and the usefulness of his ribs, she looked up at him, her eyes big and mischievous, "I will be attending Hogwarts with you Draco dearest."