A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic so please be nice. I would really appreciate reviews so I know what you all think. Hopefully if this one goes well, there might be one about Cedric and Fleur and more stories about Draco/OC. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

Draco's POV

The Sorting Ceremony had just finished and Dumbledore had started on his usual welcoming speech. I didn't listen, I had too many thoughts running through my head. Father had made it very clear that I should start looking for a suitable pureblood wife since he was expecting a Malfoy wedding at the end of my seventh year. Starting my sixth this year, I knew that I'd have to start soon. The doors to the hall burst open at that moment, breaking my train of thought.

In strode three confident figures, a man and his family. The unknown man had black hair with respectful strokes of silver grey and bright dark blue eyes. He wore all black except for a green lined cloak that my father would be proud of. As soon as I looked at his wife, I knew she was a veela. Her shoulder length straight silver hair glittered in the candlelight and the magical beauty radiated off her. Her silver eyes looked straight ahead as her graceful body, that was clad in an expensive looking blue dress, practically floated across the stone floor. And then I saw her and gasped. The third person was a girl about my age and I was intrigued by her beauty. I could tell that the girl was their daughter, as she had her mother's straight silver hair and her father's dark blue eyes. Looking around me, I noticed all the guys were literally drooling. I looked back at the girl and stared at her. Looking past her veela magic, I saw a natural beauty that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. She wore a black and silver 'Weird Sisters' top, black skinny legged jeans and silver ballet flats. By now they had reached the staff table and her father and Dumbledore were quietly talking. Soon enough the mother and father had swooped down on their daughter, giving her a hug each and then walked out of the great hall leaving the teenager alone.

"Students, I would like to introduce Kiana Walton. A new transfer from America that will be going into sixth year. Unfortunately the time differences is the reason for her lateness but it is never to late to get her sorted." Dumbledore announced.

My mind automatically thought of the extremely rich pureblood family in America that had the last name Walton. Could she possibly be the heir to one of the most powerful families in America?

Professor McGonagall appeared with the sorting hat and three-legged stool. Kiana sat down and the hat went on her head. Everybody was silent as the hat twitched and moved about on her head. After a minute the hat yelled to the hall, "RAVENCLAW!"

The table on the right hand side of the Slytherin table burst into a loud applause as she gracefully sat down between two pretty sixth year girls. Soon Dumbledore quietened down the cheering and proclaimed it was time for the feast. All types of food appeared on all the tables and I could see that everyone started to introduce themselves to the half-veela. I could see her face getting annoyed as the guys tried to move closer but luckily for her the two girls prevented that.

She finally had enough and yelled, "Back off you guys, I will get to know you all in good time. Just let me eat instead of hounding you all off!"

I smirked as all the guys shrunk away and the Ravenclaw table became less noisier. This girl had a feisty side to her that made my smirk even wider. Concentrating on my steak, I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. Looking up, I caught the gaze of Kiana as she looked right at me. She had an expression of confusion as we looked at each other. Suddenly she sent me a smile that had a hundred different meanings to it, each meaning dirtier than the one before. I just raised my eyebrow, wondering why she just did that. Crabbe and Goyle who were sitting next to me both goofily giggled thinking she was smiling at them. The smile fell from her face, leaving it blank until she gave another smile. This one was definitely more beautiful, less fake and just that bit shy that made me send a goofy smile back. Hers grew bigger but then one of the girls she was sitting next to (I think her name is Georgina or Georgette) asked her something, drawing her attention away from me. Breathing deeply I returned to my plate hoping no one saw me smile.