Chapter 1
"Holy Shit. this place is huge. how the hell am I supposed to find my way around?" Nyla Welsh was strolling down one of Hogwarts' hundreds of corridors, in a vain attempt to locate the headmaster's office, and while she muttered inaudible curses, she pondered what she was going to say once she found the goddam place, which didn't seem likely to happen anytime soon. This was the sixth school in four years, and even though she stubbornly denied that her expulsions were her fault, she was well aware that most grownups would not agree with her. Nyla was a 17-year-old girl, with what her last headmaster called "a severe disregard for authority" and an attitude that would scare most parents. She didn't have to worry about scaring her parents though. She didn't know her father, and her mother was rarely present, because she was part of the Wizard Witness Protection Program. Three years earlier, during the last showdown with Voldemort, her mother had witnessed a Death-Eater meeting, and was now a key player in identifying members. Nyla had decided to transfer to Hogwarts after she was formally required to leave her last school in Ireland.
"At least I wasn't expelled this time. I don't think they'd take me if I had another expulsion on my record.those Irish bastards just don't understand how unique I am."
As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt something run into her, something big and something alive.
"What the fuck? Are you goddam blind?"
While Nyla was trying to get, she took a good look at the creature that had just collided with her. boy was she glad she had run into THAT!!! The guy was simply the sexiest person to ever set foot on this planet. He had sleek platinum blond hair, with foggy gray eyes and a badass smirk, and as she moved her eyes farther down, she took in the broad shoulders, muscular chest, and what looked like a perfect six-pack. Her visual journey was interrupted just as she was reaching what was, in her opinion, the best part of the male anatomy, by the creature complaints and curses.
"I'm blind? You're the one talking to yourself. next time watch the fucking way instead of flattering you uniqueness and shit. Who the hell are you anyway? I've never seen you around." Draco Malfoy wouldn't normally ask something like that, because Draco Malfoy couldn't possibly care less about who walked around Hogwarts, but this stranger aroused his curiosity, along with something else. She was HOT. and her barely there outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. Her black high-heel sandals, black leather mini-skirt, and black, tight fitting tank top revealing even more cleavage now that she'd bumped into him, along with her wine colored hair, ocean blue eyes and pinkish lips formed a package easy to look at. Malfoy gave her his trademark smirk when he realized that she had been doing basically the same thing he had. Coming back to reality, Nyla noticed the superior tone in his voice, and turning on her badass mode. "Who I'm is none of your goddam business, now move off. I'm too busy trying to find this Dumbledore guy to waste my time with you."
"I can take you there if you want."
What?? What the hell happened? As soon as the words left his mouth, Malfoy kicked himself in the balls. What the hell was wrong with him? Had he suddenly gone soft? Why was he being nice to her? "Too late to take it back now. and maybe I can get something out of this encounter after all"
"Oh. ok. thanks I guess. I mean, it's the least you can do after nearly throwing me across the room"
Nyla found herself secretly thanking whatever powers had made that Greek god literally fall into her lap.
"Holy Shit. this place is huge. how the hell am I supposed to find my way around?" Nyla Welsh was strolling down one of Hogwarts' hundreds of corridors, in a vain attempt to locate the headmaster's office, and while she muttered inaudible curses, she pondered what she was going to say once she found the goddam place, which didn't seem likely to happen anytime soon. This was the sixth school in four years, and even though she stubbornly denied that her expulsions were her fault, she was well aware that most grownups would not agree with her. Nyla was a 17-year-old girl, with what her last headmaster called "a severe disregard for authority" and an attitude that would scare most parents. She didn't have to worry about scaring her parents though. She didn't know her father, and her mother was rarely present, because she was part of the Wizard Witness Protection Program. Three years earlier, during the last showdown with Voldemort, her mother had witnessed a Death-Eater meeting, and was now a key player in identifying members. Nyla had decided to transfer to Hogwarts after she was formally required to leave her last school in Ireland.
"At least I wasn't expelled this time. I don't think they'd take me if I had another expulsion on my record.those Irish bastards just don't understand how unique I am."
As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt something run into her, something big and something alive.
"What the fuck? Are you goddam blind?"
While Nyla was trying to get, she took a good look at the creature that had just collided with her. boy was she glad she had run into THAT!!! The guy was simply the sexiest person to ever set foot on this planet. He had sleek platinum blond hair, with foggy gray eyes and a badass smirk, and as she moved her eyes farther down, she took in the broad shoulders, muscular chest, and what looked like a perfect six-pack. Her visual journey was interrupted just as she was reaching what was, in her opinion, the best part of the male anatomy, by the creature complaints and curses.
"I'm blind? You're the one talking to yourself. next time watch the fucking way instead of flattering you uniqueness and shit. Who the hell are you anyway? I've never seen you around." Draco Malfoy wouldn't normally ask something like that, because Draco Malfoy couldn't possibly care less about who walked around Hogwarts, but this stranger aroused his curiosity, along with something else. She was HOT. and her barely there outfit didn't leave much to the imagination. Her black high-heel sandals, black leather mini-skirt, and black, tight fitting tank top revealing even more cleavage now that she'd bumped into him, along with her wine colored hair, ocean blue eyes and pinkish lips formed a package easy to look at. Malfoy gave her his trademark smirk when he realized that she had been doing basically the same thing he had. Coming back to reality, Nyla noticed the superior tone in his voice, and turning on her badass mode. "Who I'm is none of your goddam business, now move off. I'm too busy trying to find this Dumbledore guy to waste my time with you."
"I can take you there if you want."
What?? What the hell happened? As soon as the words left his mouth, Malfoy kicked himself in the balls. What the hell was wrong with him? Had he suddenly gone soft? Why was he being nice to her? "Too late to take it back now. and maybe I can get something out of this encounter after all"
"Oh. ok. thanks I guess. I mean, it's the least you can do after nearly throwing me across the room"
Nyla found herself secretly thanking whatever powers had made that Greek god literally fall into her lap.