A/N: This story is dedicated to my cousin who is in love with Draco (and Zayne Malik!). But I hope you enjoy it aswell. I've never done a story from an OCs POV before, or from Dracos either so reviews and tips and constructive critisism are welcomed. Read, Review and Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All rights of Harry Potter go to the brilliant J.K Rowling. I am not claiming them, I only want to mess with her original characters and make them do what I want! lol :D

First Meeting.

Ellen POV

I am so excited. I look all around me as I make my way to the great hall to be sorted. I am surrounded by other first years chatting excitedly about some famous Harry Potter boy who I've never heard of before in my life. I notice a blond guy boasting loudly to anyone who'd listen about his rich, pure blood wizarding family. My eyes are fixed to his face. He has ice cold, grey eyes and his white blond hair frames his face. He is gorgeous! I quickly look away before he, or anyone else for that matter, catches me staring at his beautiful face.

I walk alone, fascinated by all the magical moving pictures. I only found out a few weeks ago that I was a wizard. I received my letter only a few weeks ago and now I'm in Hogwarts, the best school of whichcraft and wizardry in the world. A girl with bush brown hair and large front teeth walks over to me.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name?" she asks. She looked shy but there was deffinitely excitement shining in her eyes.

"I'm Ellen, Ellen Malik." I reply.

"Oh. My. God! Are you a descendant of Annah Malik, one of the first witches ever to receive her Hogwarts letter? The only witch ever to make the house team in first year? The witch that went on to be the first and, to this day, the only headmistress of Hogwarts?" Hermione asks, sounding super excited and extremely knowlegable. Unfortnately I have to shake my head.

"No, I don't think that's even possible. I'm muggle born." I say, looking away.

"Oh, so am I." Hermione smiles and walks on.

I notice the beautiful blond guy that I was staring at earlier walking behind me.

"So, you're muggle born? Father says muggle borns shouldn't even be allowed in. I'm a pure blood. All my family are rich, pure blood witches and wizards! I'm going to be in Slytherin house, all my family have been. What house do you want to be in? I'd hate to be in Hufflepuff. That's where all the dimwits go. Take Longbottom for example!" says Malfoy sneering at a large boy looking desperately for his pet frog. I'm so glad I bought an owl. The hot blond, whos name is still unknown, clears his throat indicating that he's waiting for me to speak. I don't even know why he's talking to me. Did he notice me staring? Crap!

"Yes, I am muggle born, not that that makes much difference to our wizarding abilities, I can and I will be just as good as you! I hear pure bloods are full of them selves, not to mention extremely snobby. I'm beginning to think I've been informed correctly. I would love to be in Griffindor, where lay the brave at heart! I hear it's the best house of them all. Did you know Voldemort came out of Slytherin? I'm just happy to be here and I don't care what house I'm in but I'm beginning to hope it's not Slytherin! Leave that boy alone too, it's not as if you know him!" I tell him indignantly. He thinks he's so cool just because he comes from an all wizarding family. Ugh!

"Oh, feisty little thing, aren't you? Yes, why of course I knew Lord Voldemort came from Slytherin. He was the greatest Wizard of all time. I'm not snobby, I just know I'm better than you, so bring it on! I'm Malfoy by the way. Draco Malfoy," says Malfoy.

"Get ready to be beaten by a girl then. I'm Irish. Us Irish always put up a good fight. Not to mention we're class!"

Draco POV

Oh my Gosh. Her eyes. Those eyes. I feel myself gazing into them and shake myself out of it. She's nothing but a stupid little muggle. Oh but Gosh she's beautiful. Her blue grey eyes are so deep I find myself almost drowning in them. Her wavy brown hair falls like a beautiful dark, fluffy cloud around her beautiful heart shaped face. Her robes hung just right on her slim body and... Oh my gosh what am I doing! She's a muggle born, a mudblood. I don't even know her and what I've seen of her she seems to be feisty and proud. Now it's her turn to clean her throat.

"What?" I mutter icily, annoyed with the thoughts that were running through my head about her beauty.

"You were staring!" Ellen smirks.

"Was not," I say, glaring at her pretty little face.

"Yes you were!" Ellen exclaims before sticking her tongue out at me.

"Don't flatter yourself, dear, I was just looking at the mess of your hair." I mutter nastily before sauntering off to wait with Crabbe and Goyle.

That was probably a low blow for a girl and I did feel bad, kind of, but I needed to get away from her. I could not stay in her presence without staring and I could not stare and stay in her presence so leaving was my only option.

After another fifteen minute wait a middle aged witch with black hair, glases and green robes, who I know to be Professor McGonegal, announced that it was time to be sorted.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." She stated.

A/N: OK, well? How did I do? Good? Great? Terrible? (please don't say terrible, lol :D) Did you enjoy it? What would you like to see happen in future chapters? First five reviewers get a sneak peak of the second chapter if you deem it worth of continuation! :D Thanks for reading :)

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