A./N. This is for my best friend's birthday! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.


Emma POV:

"Accio!" I pointed my wand at the package on the other side of the Slytherin common room. It automatically jerked towards me within arms reach.

I picked up the small package and tore the paper off. Inside was a beautifully knit scarf and a card from my friend Hermione Granger. I know she's a Mud blood (excuse my offensive term) but I can't help being friends with her.

Opening the card, I read the words, "Happy Birthday Emma! I hope you like the scarf I made! My mum taught me how to knit over the summer! Love, Hermione."

Hi, I'm Emalia Raine Lestrange. Daughter of Alexandrea Lestrange. Pureblood. And prefect in the house of Slytherin.

Today is December 1st, my birthday. I have light blonde hair - not too light - and light violet eyes. I'm rather thin and I'm a Keeper in the game of Quidditch.

I smiled at the scarf and wrapped it around my neck. It was green and silver striped and very warm. I would have to thank her at lunch as soon as my free time was over; Professor Flitwick was ill and no one was available to take over his class for the day.

Just then, Draco Malfoy, another Slytherin prefect, walked into the common room steaming mad. "Draco, are you OK?" I asked concerned. Little did he know, I'm in love with him. Only he see's me as a friend.

"I'm fine!" he snapped and ran to the boys dormitory.

I heard the door slam and I sighed. He always had had a temper. No doubt Professor Trelawny had predicted his fortune that had something to do with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley in it with him. Either it be Harry and Ron winning a Quidditch game against Slytherin and making fun of Draco, or just the fact that they were in his fortune.

Slowly, I stood from the plush chair I was sitting in and walked to the door of the boys' dorm. I rapped my knuckles along the hard, cold wood three times. No answer. "Draco? Will you please come out and tell me what's wrong? Maybe I can help," I suggested.

After a few more seconds of silence, the door opened and Draco stepped out. "Fine," he growled and we walked to a couch in the common room.

He told me that his father had sent him a message saying that Draco wouldn't be able to return home for Christmas break. Meaning that he would have to stay in a castle containing Potter and Weasley…and Hermione.

Draco, had never gotten along with Hermione because she's Muggle Born. He's disgusted that I can be friends with her, but makes an effort for my sake to not be as cruel to her as he normally is. Also, he and his father aren't very…close, I guess would be a good term. (A./N. This is Layla's view on Draco and his father's relationship.)

"It's OK Draco," I reassured him, "You won't be all alone. I'll be here too and I'm sure at least a few of the others will be here too."

He nodded, "Thanks Emma."

"No problem buddy!" I laughed.

He smiled and checked the time. "It's time for lunch. Let's go, I'll walk with you."

I nodded and we walked together to the Great Hall; me smiling the whole way.


A./N. Well, this is just a bit of an intro like I do in all of my stories. There will be more to come! Please review! I want your opinions!

~Twilight Addict 3