My Heart, My Soul, My Enemy

Chapter 1: Semi-formal

Delilah and I gazed out the window of the Lincoln Town Car that brought us here at the house we would be spending the remainder of our summer.

"I heard they have a son. That's what mom and dad said," I said to ease the awkward silence that fell upon us.

"Yep. I wonder if he's cute," Delilah mused as the car came to a stop.

We grabbed the few things we brought with us and walked out onto the enormous front lawn of what appeared to be a house worth at least two million dollars. We walked up to the door and as I rang the doorbell, we heard the giggling that could only belong to our fabulous mother, Gabrielle. The door opened and standing there was mother and an equally as beautiful woman with hair like corn silk.

"Oh, my darlings!" mother explained as she pulled us into a tight hug, "it has been the longest two days of my life without you two." She turned and addressed the other woman. "Narcissa, these are my daughters. This is Delilah"-she touched Delilah on the head-"and this is Scarlet," she said as she tapped me on the head.

"My," said Mrs. Malfoy, "they are as beautiful as you said they were. The contrast in their appearances is amazing considering they're twins."

Everyone always found it odd that even though we were twins, we looked different from each other. Delilah was short with short bob of blond hair. She was not really what one would call "curvaceous." I, however, was taller with deep brown hair that fell down my back like the chocolate waterfall from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I also was the one who developed everywhere. We were both born as metamorphmagi so we could change our appearances at will but we never really ranged out of what we normally look like except on Halloween.

"Well, my son is having a party outside in the backyard if you girls would like to join him," Mrs. Malfoy said sweetly.

Delilah and I thanked her for the invitation and climbed the steps to look for the room we would spend the next three weeks sleeping in. We quickly found it due to the fact that the message boards we kept at home was on the door and was bewitched to say, "Scarlet and Delilah's Room" scrolling across the board like the marquee for our wizarding school back home. We walked in to find that all our clothes that our parents had brought with them in the closet, neatly hung up on hangers like at home. Delilah fell back onto one of the big fluffy beds and said, "Scarlet, are you going down o that party in the backyard?"

"Yeah, probably. Are you just going to rest up here?" I inquired.

"Uh-huh."

"See you later, then."

I made my way down the grand staircase and towards the backyard. As I crossed the threshold and looked at the backyard, I realized with a sickening feeling that I shouldn't have gone there. There were a lot of people there, mostly in the pool but some were dancing to "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse and some were drinking what appeared to be beer at poolside tables. I noticed one boy with hair just like Narcissa's was looking at me, completely ignoring the girl who was trying to catch his attention. No, not looking but staring at my flat stomach and my boobs. I immediately regretted wearing my white and blue Roxy bikini and matching board shorts. And with that thought, I turned and walked away, but before I could get inside, the boy with corn silk hair yelled, "Hey! Wait up!" in an incredibly hot British accent.

I turned around and replied, "Yes?"

"I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Draco," he said.

"Oh, um, hi," I answered lamely. "I'm Scarlet."

I felt so self-conscious because he was just looking at my like I was some horse he wanted to buy. "So," I started, "how old are you?"

"I'm fourteen," he said as he stepped towards me.

"Oh," I responded, my mind clouding because of his close proximity. "What a coincidence. So am I."

He inched even closer to me. Even though I had a thing for guys with abs, they never ceased to amaze me. I felt rather embarrassed to be staring at a complete stranger's body but it appeared that he was doing the exact same thing.

Right then, the girl who appeared to be attempting to talk to him earlier came over to us, throwing me dagger eyes the whole way.

"Draco!" she yelled, trying to get his attention. I
noticed she had a rather nasally voice that I found rather irritating. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards a group of snotty girls who surrounded him in a matter of seconds. I took advantage of this to retreat back into the house. I flew up the stairs and plowed into our room. Delilah sat up on the bed, looking quizzically at me.

"What are you doing up here? I thought you supposed to be down stairs in the backyard with all those other people?" she asked.

"Well," I began, "I met their son. His name is Draco and he is our age. He was totally checking me out but he seems to be somewhat of a mimbo."

"What do you mean, 'somewhat of a mimbo'?" D inquired.

"What I mean is that the only reason why I got up so fast was because he was mauled by a massive mob of fan girls! I mean legit screaming, giggling, Jonas Brother status fan girls! Then when they took him safely away from me they were all over him!"

Delilah was giggling uncontrollably. "Hands and all?!" she asked.

"Hands and all," I answered.

For about an hour, we hung out in the room and just goofed off like we normally would back at home. We took countless quizzes online and even played Mafia Wars and Vampire Wars in our quests to control as many empires we can online. After all the noise was drained from the backyard, we heard a voice speak on the intercom system.

"What's cooking, good looking?" said the voice. It was male though it seemed slightly familiar.

"May I help you?" I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Just stopped by to tell you that our parents are holding a dinner and they request our presence."

"Oh," Delilah said, not into the intercom. "Dinner. No wonder mom and dad were acting a little fishy when we got here. They were rather secretive when they came up when you were downstairs."

"They said attire is semi-formal," he said.

"God, you'd swear that they're planning homecoming," I wondered out loud.

"What's homecoming?" he asked.

Delilah and I laughed really hard. "I can't believe you don't know what Homecoming is!" Delilah laughed. By the sounds coming from the other side of the intercom, he didn't really like being laughed at or at least he didn't like feeling ignorant. We just laughed at his expense for the rest of the time until we had to face a rather pompous yet handsome Draco Malfoy.