Chapter One

AN: Right. So, basically I had a dream and also got fed up seeing all the Dramione and Drarry fics out there. I just… ugh. If you like it, that's okay. But come on, Draco is a prick, even though yeah, I love his character and the flaws. He's still a prick.

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There was a loud pop as a teenager crumpled to the ground outside a large mansion, bruises and cuts scattered across her body as she clutched onto a wand and a small bird carrier. The bird in the cage was a white bellied caique, a small species of parrot that was green, white, orange and yellow, which also had a very loud alarm call.

Draco was inside, avoiding the summer heat and going through a quidditch book when he glanced out a window from the sitting room. He noticed something on the ground outside and drew his want cautiously. As he made his way to the entrance, he informed his mother of what he had seen outside, and she cautioned him when approaching it.

When he was about fifteen feet away, he realized it was a person, a teenager. The parrot was making the most ridiculously loud noises that Draco had ever heard as he walked closer, slowly. He glanced over the person, and recognized their face. Shit, he thought as he ran back inside.

"Mother!" he yelled, almost frantic.

"Is everything all right, Draco?" Narcissa asked, concerned for her son's health.

The teen boy nodded. "Yes. But I don't know about Jezebel."

"Jezebel is here? What about her parents?" Narcissa asked, confused and slightly concerned. Draco shook his head at his mother; before she led him back outside. As she approached, she began to understand her son's actions before. "Merlin, what happened to her?"

The teen lying on the ground was out cold, exhausted from her use of magic and the events prior to her arriving at the Malfoy Manor. "Draco, grab her wand and pet and bring them inside," Narcissa said before casting a spell on the teen to carry her inside.

Jezebel was set on a couch in the sitting room so Narcissa could assess how bad the teen was hurt. "Draco, send an owl to her parents to let them know where she is," Naracissa said without looking at her son.

As Draco was exiting the room, Jezebel sat up and almost yelled "No". The boy stopped in his tracks and just stared at her. No? "They… they can't know I'm here. They just can't. We uh, we had an argument."

"And that made you, and underage witch, apparate here?" Narcissa questioned, not believing what the teen was saying.

Jezebel nodded as she looked around, seeming to be checking if she was in fact, safe. "I didn't mean to apparate. I just stormed out with Cocoa and then I was here."

"And the cuts and bruises?"

"I fell," Jezebel replied with a tone that indicated that she really wanted the conversation to end. She wasn't going to open up. She knew the Malfoys since childhood, but that's gotten her hurt before, so she wasn't going to take the chance again.

Draco stood there, looking at his childhood friend. What happened to her? "Jez, your parents might want to know that you're not on the same continent, at the very least."

A fire seemed to ignite in her eyes, causing the boy to slink back slightly. "Listen here, they will not know my location because I am not going back to Canada. Do you understand? Where do you think I got these bruises? I don't know exactly why I ended up here, but it is better than there, and you know what? It's a miracle I got out alive. So don't you dare mention me ever returning," Jez huffed as she sent a glare at the other teen.

Draco held up his hands and just stomped out of the room, upset over Jezebel's reaction to his suggestion. Narcissa looked concerned about Jezebel; the teen was adamant that she not return home, which she suspected might actually be the best option for her.

With Lucius in Azkaban, Narcissa was faced with the decision of what to do with Jezebel. She knew she wouldn't send her home, which would be too cruel of her to do. But what will I do with her? She can't stay here all the time. It would be a death sentence for her if she stayed.

Narcissa took a breath; this was a long shot. "How has your education been thus far, Jezebel?"

The teen looked at her like she was crazy. "Fine, I guess. I never excelled at classes but I kept up."

Narcissa nodded. "I have a suggestion for you, if you would like to consider it." Jezebel nodded. "You cannot stay here year round, it is far too dangerous for you to do that. However, I will be seeing a professor from Hogwarts later on, and I am curious if you would prefer to go there along with Draco for the school year?"

Jezebel's eyes lit up in hope. "Me? Go to Hogwarts? Duh." She received a disappointed look from Narcissa, and remembered all the things she had been taught while spending her childhood in England. "I mean, yes, please. I would love to attend Hogwarts with Draco."

"Very well. If you will excuse me, I need to send a few owls. I will return shortly and begin to help heal you."

As Narcissa left the sitting room, Jezebel leaned back on the couch and stretched as best she could without causing pain. "Fucking finally," she said, before relaxing and crossing her legs, though she knew Narcissa would disapprove when she came back.

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Jezebel was shaking with excitement; through some miracle, the headmaster at Hogwarts had given her the okay to attend the school. She sat smiling at a long table, with candles floating above her head and chatting animatedly with Draco. Though as she sat there, every time she looked at another table, if she made eye contact with anyone, she was met with a scowl.

"Why are people scowling at me? Is it because I'm new?" Jezebel asked openly, wondering if anyone would answer.

The boy sitting beside her, Blaise, answered. "It's because of what house you're in. Better get used to it."

"Because I'm in Slytherin, people have the nerve to stare at me, even those who don't know me at all?"

"No jinxes, hexes, or curses," Draco reminded her, noting the look in her eye.

Jezebel rolled her eyes. "Please, why would I do something like that? It's straight forward and honestly no fun. No, I'll give them a reason to scowl, and I promise, no spells shall be cast. I'll just be using my own skills.

They all fell silent as they finished the rest of their meal, then stood to head to the Slytherin common room. "What year am I in again?" Jezebel asked; she had so much on her mind that her year had slipped her mind again.

"Sixth, and remember it this time," Draco replied, annoyed at having to answer that question for the fifth time that day alone.

"Well, I'm sorry if that upset you, Mr. Malfoy. Not everyone has a perfect life," Jezebel responded curtly before joining up with Blaise to ask what the password was.

Draco stood there and ran a hand through his hair. What the hell happened to you, Jez? And what's going to happen to me?