Yea this is my newest fic! I am still continuing with my others, don't worry. I just got this idea as i was doddling and copying things outta mah planner during Geometry... trust me I was very VERY bored! Well hope you all like it!
And I own um NONE of J.K. Rowling's characters!
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I couldn't believe this! I absolutely could not believe this! Why did my parents have to make me move here with them? Move to this rainy, dreary, all the way across the Atlantic Ocean away from my friends, place?! It's always rainy, dreary, cold or humid! It's horrible! No wonder I am in such a rotten mood! I mean who wouldn't be when you are 15 and suddenly your father and mother announce that their jobs in The American Ministry of Magic have transferred them to the Ministry of Magic in England! This is horrible! I feel so left out! Every witch, wizard and muggle around me have this thick accent and what do I have? This American accent where I pronounce things funny because I lived in North East America? (A/N: I am not tryin to offend anyone. I live on the East Coast and, yes, we pronounce things horribly. Everything is like shortened or something. Where I live instead of saying "home" with an "O" the "o" in home is like "oo". I can't explain it!) Instead everyone looks at me funny or gives me a dirty look! I feel ready to just smack one of them! You would think they never saw someone from America! I am not THAT different. I mean over half my family is British!

Okay, Emily, just take a DEEP breath. Sorry about that. I am still on a flying rampage about this sudden move. I didn't even have enough time to say good-bye to all of my friends or find out much about the new school I was to attend. My parents have been saying to give this place a chance and that I might like it and I would make friends fast. Sure, friends who look at me funny!!!! I gave my owl a treat for being quiet while I was literally punching the feathers out of all my pillows. Don't worry; I fixed them in a jiffy. That's the great thing about being a witch; I can fix what I break. Now I don't want you to think I am this 24/7 mad crazed lunatic that goes around punching holes in walls or people's faces. Because I'm not. What else was I going to do to help release my anger? Hex my parents? Yea, that would get me in BIG trouble with the missuse of magic department. Tonight we are supposed to go to some family's house to meet them and, as my mother put it, become "acquainted." She warned me that I better not go into one of my fits and start screaming. I will try but it won't be easy.

Dad said that they did have a son my age. Hm, maybe I will be able to make a friend after all. Maybe even better, he might be cute. Well I will find out in a matter of minutes!

"EMILY BEX! GET DOWN HERE NOW! WE HAVE TO LEAVE!" I nearly jumped at my mother's impatient voice booming through-out our house. She was going to make the muggle's suspicious if she wasn't careful! I lived on a stupid muggle street because we "can't find a secure place yet." Some street called...um... Plummet Court? No... um Private Drive? Uh, it starts with a P I believe. Hm, no need to bother. I won't be here long anyway! I already had my hair and make-up done and I threw on my dark blue dress robes. They were absolutely gorgeous and Mom said I had to make a very nice impression. Sometimes I think she believes me to be this wild child with a wand. What a thought, huh?

"Coming MOTHER!" I said good-bye to Tuff my owl. Yes, her name is Tuff because she likes to puff out her chest and look "tough." So I just put in different letters, same pronunciation and viola! I ran down the stairs and met my parents down by the door.

"Now, Emily, we are going to apparate so do be careful. I know you only just got your license to do so and I really don't want to see only half of your body there all right?" My mother warned. I nodded. See, in America you only have to be 15 to get your license to apparate. Yes, America was great. First, my father went, then me, and finally my mother. When we arrived we were infront of this HUGE, and I mean HUGE, house. This wasn't a house, it was like a freaking mini palace! I oogled at it, my eyes huge.

"Dad, what is this place?" This house had a dark, mysterious feeling about it. Was it just me or was it unusually cooler here than at home? The yard surrounding the mansion was like one I have never seen. Not a single muggle gardner could have done this, it must have been magic with a feminine touch. The iron gates were jet black and didn't creak at all when they opened for us to enter.

"We are at the Malfoy's house. Lucius Malfoy was kind enough to invite us over to make us feel more welcome here in England. I will also be working along side him at the Ministry." (A/N: Yes, I know Malfoy's wanting you to feel welcome. Haha. funny I know.) I did notice the sign on the gate that said 'Malfoy Manor' in big fancy letters that sparkled with magic. We walked up to the front door which looked like it cost more than half the houses on our muggle street. How embarassing; here we were at this house a half size of the freaking country and we lived in a box house on some muggle street whose name I couldn't even pronounce.

We didn't even have to knock on their door. It opened and a little house-elf was standing there welcoming us inside the manor. We nodded thanks to him and walked inside. The foyer its self was bigger than our whole bottom part of our house. The floor was a shiny marble and the lights were relatively dim as well.

The elf spoke, "Master Malfoy is in the living room awaiting your arrival." The house-elf led us down the foyer and into a marvelous room. Two large fires were crackling on each side, there was furniture galore and it had a feeling that made me sleepy. Waiting patiently for us was, I was guessing, Lucius Malfoy and his wife.

"Johnathan Bex, it is nice to meet you again." Lucius said, holding out his hand. My father shook it and said the same. "This is my wife, Narcissa." I studied Lucius' wife's features. They both had this strikingly light blond, platinum hair. Lucius had stone-cold grey eyes while his wife had a mix between grey and blue eyes. Both of them looked like this world wasn't good enough for them.

"It is very nice to meet you Narcissa. This is my wife Maggie."

"It is nice to meet the both of you. Your house is magnificent." My mother was truly awed by the sight of everything. Even the Malfoy's clothes were expensive looking.

"Thank you," Lucius lowered his eyes onto me. "And this must be your lovely daughter."

As if just remembering I was there my father said, "Oh yes, this is Emily, our 15 year old daughter. Lucius, I remember you saying you had a son?"

"Yes, we do. Draco! Come down NOW!" I guessed that wasn't the loudest Lucius could get but either way it made my skin crawl to hear any slight booming of his voice. I looked toward the staircase and possibly the best looking boy I have ever seen walked down the stairs with a style of grace and pride. I felt suddenly very hot and my heart started pounding. I have never in my years in America seen a guy this beautiful. His hair like his parents, was slicked back, grey eyes, tall and muscles from what looked like came from years of Quidditch. Merlin, this guy was gorgeous. I must be dreaming! I have to be! I smoothed my robes and made sure my blond, wavy hair wasn't messed up. (A/N: Not the type of wavy as in poofy like Hermione's. The pretty kind you always see in movies. Tired of straight hair!) There was something so exciting and intense about his presence that I couldn't explain the feeling that overswept me when his gaze fell on me and he studied me closely before responding to his own father.

"Sorry, Father. I was just making sure I looked my best for our company." He responded so cooly that even I was impressed. He had the stern expression as his father, but I could tell he must be slightly different. His expression held that of arrogant sarcasim and stone, but deep in his eyes showed something like that of promise. Okay what's wrong with me? You should never look at a guy for too long! I casually stood up waiting for introductions.

"Draco, this is Emily Bex. She will be attending Hogwarts this year and is also a 5th year. These are her parents, Jonathan and Maggie Bex. I am sure you will be helpful in her selection of friends at Hogwarts?" Draco gave me a side glance and nodded respectfully toward his father. "Then be off and show her around the manor while your mother and I get to know her parents."

"Yes, Father." He turned to me and said, "Let's go, Emily." I nodded and followed him out of the room.

He didn't talk to me for the first few minutes. He only spoke when we were out of earshot. "Father tells me you moved here from America."

I nodded, "Yea. Just a few days ago. I'm still a little angry about all of it. I'm not really looking forward to starting at a new school."

"Which house do you think you will be placed in?" I looked at him a little confused. What house? At my American school we were divided by year and what half of the year we were born. Draco smirked, "Hogwarts has four different houses that first years and newcomers are placed. I am in Slytherin and there is also Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and..."He sneered when saying the last house name. "And Gryffindor. That's the house the famous Harry Potter is placed." Harry Potter? Oh yea I have heard about him! He was in our history books. Phew, at least I know something!

"Oh yes, Harry Potter. We read a little about him in our Historical Magic books. So he does attend Hogwarts? I heard he wasn't even living in the wizarding world."

He gave me a cold look, "He doesn't. He lives with filthy muggles and his best friends are a mudblood and a wizard who might as well be because he belongs to the poorest wizard family in England." I gave him a look that wasn't happy. He used that filthy term for a muggle-born witch or wizard and completely insulted some poor guy. I was right, these people really do think they are better than every witch or wizard alive. And they must think they are kings compared to muggles. But he was still cute. I shrugged while he wasn't looking. I didn't even get to see half of the manor because soon a little house-elf with the most terrified and squeakiest voice quickly told us dinner was finished and ran off. Draco gave it a disgusted look.

"Disgusting little creatures." He said, referring to the poor little things.

"I don't think they are disgusting at all. They are just doing their job. Why do you have to be so mean?"

He turned to face me, with a face of anger. "Don't question me. You are a guest in my father's house and you will mind your manners." I didn't want to show him that I was a bit scared and startled at his reaction.

Instead I stood up as straight as I could and replied, "Well, as you'll soon find out Draco, I don't take too kindly to people who find insulting poor creatures and thinking they are better than everyone else as a way of life." He narrowed his cold eyes and if it wouldn't have been for the fact that dinner was waiting, he could of easily pushed me up against a wall and gotten in my face and yelled at me until I took everything I said back and begged for his forgiveness. He sternly turned and walked away and I slowly followed. Who knows what else would come from this guy? Was he really this cold and mean? Or perhaps he simply had a protective shell to keep his kind side away from the world. Who knows? Maybe, perhaps, I could manage to crack that shell open. Or maybe if I did it would cost Draco more than his pride.
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Well that is the end of that! For those of you who have read my other fic "All Their Suspicion" and are wondering why I haven't updated; well, i was so close to being finished with the next chapter then my floppy disk screwed up and erased EVERYTHING! I was so mad!! Well, the next chapter to this will be up soon! Sorry this one was a tid bit short!