Love Completely And Live Unselfishly

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Harry Potter. I wish I owned Draco, but I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that too much.

Chapter One - Eloisa

"Sixth year, what a blast." Draco trodded on the train, expecting this year to be just like the next. First years asking him where to go, forgetting he is a Malfoy, then cowering in fear when they notice who he actually is. Everyone fears anyone bearing the name Malfoy. Draco's father, Lucius, was the Dark Lord's right-hand man. One day Draco will follow in his footsteps, and make his father proud. Lucius was a hard man to please. Narcissa, Draco's mother, is beyond perfection, but there are times that she just doesn't please him. Lucius wasn't a nice man, but he wasn't abusive. He just dealt with Narcissa in a different way. If he didn't please her, Lucius would just ignore her. It worked well. Lucius always got what he wanted, as did Draco. It was the Malfoy way.

"Hey Draco," Draco fell out of his trance and turned around. His good friend, Blaise Zabini, was in the doorway of his compartment. "Mind if I take a seat?" Blaise didn't wait for an answer, he just sat down anyway.

"So, dare I ask how your summer went?" Blaise smiled boldly. Blaise was a good-looking boy, of course not as handsome as Draco, himself, but he wasn't all too shabby. His tanned face was flawless. Dark, cerulean eyes, were framed by black strands of hair that loosely fell in his face. He was built nicely, broad shoulders, slender hips. Any girl's dream. But so was Draco. Draco's pale face was flawless, he has mysterious silver eyes that were framed with white-blonde strands of hair that fell loosely in his face. He, too, was built nicely, broad shoulders, slender hips. Blaise and Draco were opposite twins.

"Summer was fine. Father added to my 'dark education,'" here Draco smirked, "and my mother took me to Gringott's to show me my accumulating investments. Overall, a pretty swell summer. Oh, and of course we went to Venice. As usual. Bloody brilliant city."

Blaise's eyebrow raised, "speaking of education, I hear the force is getting stronger. When will we be recruited?" That, of course, was rhetorical. Blaise knew very well that Draco didn't know too much more than him. Both the Zabini's and Malfoy's were very powerful pure-blooded wizarding families. That's probably why they were good friends. They schooled together, vacationed together, and served together. Served Voldemort, that is. It was also well known that Malfoy's and Zabini's bear the dark mark, and are Death Eaters.

Draco stared out of the rain stained window, slowly dozing off as the train travelled to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Are you going to eat that Draco?" Millicent Bullstrode asked with her fork in her hand. Draco swatted her away and took a bite of his hashbrowns. One week of school has passed, and everything is the same as it was last year, and the year before. Harry Potter is the hero, mudblood Hermione Granger is a know-it-all, and penny-pincher Ron Weasley was as annoying as ever. Merlin how I hate Gryffindors. Draco swirled his food around on his plate. He really wasn't all that hungry. His eyes wandered over the tables. First Hufflepuff, then Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, then of course, his own, Slytherin. Slytherin was the house of pride. Some new first years occupied the table, and last year's seventh years were gone. His eyes stopped on an unfamiliar face next to Pansy Parkinson. Draco's breath hitched as he gazed over her. She was absolutely gorgeous. He had to know who she was. The mystery girl had long, straight, brown hair that went well past her shoulders, pale yet lightly freckled cheeks, vivid green eyes, and full pink lips. Unfortunately, her uniform was in the way, but Draco could tell she had a killer body.

"Blaise to Draco, Draco are you there?" Blaise snapped his fingers in his face. "You've been staring at Parkinson. What is wrong with you?" He brushed off his robes and stood up. "Are you sick?"

Draco stood after him, and replied, "why would I stare at Pansy? Who is that girl?" His eyes stayed fixed on her's. Her and Pansy chatted, not noticing piercing silver eyes penetrating through her. She laughed at something Pansy said, her nose wrinkling.

"Oh, didn't you listen last night? She's from Durmstrang. I think her name is Eloisa Alabaster. Her father is one of us. Powerful man he is. Rich pure-blooded family. I heard that she transferred here due to an 'accident' at Durmstrang. Apparently she killed a student. But that's just rumor. And obviously she knew the Parkinson's. I pity her." Blaise began walking to Potions swiftly after nodding to Draco.

"Eloisa..."

"But father, you can't do that. You can't just take me out of Durmstrang so you can become closer to them. You know I hate them. I would never bow to anyone else. Think of yourself, and only yourself. That's what mother always said." Eloisa stormed off and slammed her bedroom door.

"I just don't know how to make her happy." Richard Alabaster slowly retreated to his master bedroom. The Alabaster's are an old, powerful, family. Richard was the last of the Alabaster children, and married Rachel Rookwood. Rachel's brother, Augustus, was an Unspeakable who gave ministry secrets to Voldemort, therefore making the Alabaster's move to Bulgaria. Augustus was found and killed. Rachel eventually gave birth to Eloisa, but at age nine Rachel was killed by an Auror. So Richard and Eloisa were left by themselves. They now lived in Southampton, in Hampshire, England. Eloisa was to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hey Eloisa..." Eloisa looked up to see Pansy Parkinson. She didn't like Pansy too much, but her father and Eloisa's father were close. Pansy had short brown hair, and almond shaped brown eyes. Her nose reminded Eloisa of a pug, and she was too thin.

"Hello Pansy. Long time no see." Which was a wrong statement. The night before Eloisa's father made her stay at Pansy's manor, to 'get accustomed' to her new life. Meaning get all the dirt on Hogwarts. Pansy told Eloisa all about her boyfriend Draco Malfoy. Eloisa found it hard to believe that someone as good-looking as she described could be interested in her. She had met his father, Lucius before. He was at their manor shortly after they moved in. He was a very handsome man, and she would give anything to get in bed with him. Eloisa sort-of had a thing for older men. She wasn't exactly a slut, but she was experienced. She didn't want to leave Durmstrang because she was hitting it off nicely with the Potions professor.

The train ride went by fast, Eloisa ignored Pansy the entire time.

"That's my Draco." Pansy pointed to a very gorgeous boy who sat across from her, to her right. He looked like an angel. But everyone knew he wasn't. He's a Malfoy. Pansy sure is lucky. Eloisa nodded and put on her smile. She hated Pansy. But Eloisa was used to pretending. She'd done it all her life. Ever since her mother died, she was incomplete. A piece of her was missing. She loved her father, but his life revolved around serving his Dark Lord. Eloisa was destined to do the same, but she was a rebel, an individual, her own person. The only person she cared about was herself.

She watched Draco and his also good-looking friend talk. "Hey Pansy, who's that next to Draco?" If she couldn't have Draco, she'd settle for second-best. He wasn't too bad looking.

"That's Blaise Zabini. From what I know, he's available. You surely have a chance with him Lo." Eloisa hated being called 'Lo' very much. It was a pet name Pansy's father gave her, and Pansy had called her it ever since.

"We have Potions first. Snape is the professor. He's not too bad himself, considering you like older men." Pansy smirked. Eloisa just laughed, her nose wrinkling a bit. She noticed Blaise and Draco stop talking, and Blaise swiftly walked past her.

"Blaise..."

Well, I kind of use commas wayyyyyyy too much. But don't hate. Review please, I'd like it very much.

xAnnalise