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Chapter 1

Never Ever

"Remember your manners Alexi, you're a lady, we won't tolerate unacceptable behaviour," A cold voice drawled out, her words laced with a hint of malice and warning.

"Yes, grandmother," I replied obediently, face rid of emotions and posture rigid, hands folded neatly at the front.

"The Malfoys are kind enough to invite us along to the Quidditch World Cup, not that we can't get the tickets ourselves, but I still expect you to treat them respectfully, understand?"

"Yes, grandmother,"

"Do not disgrace the Whyte's name," Another voice joined in, the voice distinctively deeper, filled with much more authority.

"Yes, grandfather,"

My grandfather remained emotionlessly, merely nodded curtly before diverting his ocean blue eyes away. He was a tall and imposing man, radiating power.

Both my grandfather and grandmother had the typical aristocrat looks; silky hair, flawless skin, and defining facial features. The aged lines on their face only added to its exquisiteness. No doubt, they were beautiful, just like any other posh aristocrat.

"Come Alexi, we must not be late," My grandmother ordered, offering an arm out for side-along apparition. Not a second longer after I took her hand, I felt the familiar feeling of an extremely uncomfortable squeezing sensation.

The next thing I know, we were standing in front of an extravagant tent, a tent that was more of a miniature version of a palace than anything. At the entrance, there were also several white peacocks that we all know Lucius was terrible fond of, wandering about.

"Ah Kyne, Almeda, it's great to have you over." Lucius greeted smoothly, already at the entrance gate waiting for us. He had that usual polite fake smile plastered over his face, Narcissa and Draco with him, welcoming us.

"Thank you for having us," grandfather said coolly, still stern looking as ever.

According to the Wizardry history, the Malfoy name was above the Whyte's. However, with my grandparents' old age and greater life experience regarding the Dark, even Lucius had to show them some respect.

I was half a step beside my grandparents, dutifully standing behind them, their back facing me. Using this as my advantage, I chanced shooting a quick cheeky grin towards the mother and son, more than happy to see them. Narcissa's lips tugged upwards so ever slightly at my antics, breaking her perfect composure, Draco by her side trying to fight off a grin of his own.

"And of course," I heard Lucius continued, his eyes racked over me, a smirk tugging his lips, "Little Alexi, always a pleasure."

His smirk widened when my eyes twitched involuntarily, knowing very well that how much that word bugged me.

"Now Lucius, can't you see that Alexi is no longer little?" Narcissa abolished him lightly, giving me a kind smile. It was true though, during the summer, I had grown to an acceptable 5'5''. Filled out a little too! I may not be tall, but I'm no longer a flat chest midget!

So take that Lucius!

"- young lady, Draco is lucky to have her." Narcissa finished, her words making me blush faintly, but I held myself and kept my act, pretending not to be affected.

"Yes, he's very lucky." My grandmother said stiffly, that permanent frown on her face. It was obvious that my grandmother did not approve of Draco, and if Narcissa was embarrassed by my grandmother's statement, she did not show it.

"Why, what are we still standing here for? Please come in, we'll continue our conversation inside. I'll have our house elf to prepare some tea." Lucius said, gesturing towards the entrance, graciously invited us in.

Stepping into the tent, the parlor was just as grand. The whole place was sparkling clean, filled with expensive furniture and decors. It was posh as expected, of course. Only the best for the Malfoys.

"Draco, why don't you take Alexi out and show her around while we adults talk? I'm sure she would like to take a look at the Quidditch pitch before the match," Narssica suggested, her eyes glinting.

"Yes Mother," Draco nodded, walking towards me and offered me a hand. "Shall we?"

I stared up at my Grandfather, silently asking for consent. Being a Quidditch fan himself, it didn't take him long to agree, much to my Grandmother's distaste.

She wasn't a fan.

In fact, that would be an understatement. It's not as if it's the sport itself that she hates, she just didn't like how much I enjoyed it. Not to mention that it was improper for a lady.

Cue eye-roll.

"Of course," I gracefully took Draco's hand before the both of us bid them goodbye in the most pretentious way possible. Draco instantly linked our fingers together tightly once we were at a safe distance, ignoring the numerous Wizards and Witches we passed by.

"I miss you," Draco said softly after he had casted a silencing charm around us, smiling down at me. Not just me, but Draco himself had a growth spurt too, standing tall at 5'8'' and still growing.

How unfair.

"I miss you too, but grandmother kept me busy," With Theo.

I grimaced inwardly, recalling the time I had spent with the said Slytherin during the summer. My grandmother constantly invited the Notts over. Apparently, Theo had done something that impressed my grandmother greatly, thus the hospitality. With their almost daily visits, my grandparents eventually found out that Theo had tied with Granger academically (Both of them had perfect scores), meaning I had no excuse for my pathetic results now.

All and all...

I'm screwed.

Other than playing host, I was made to devote my Summer time to 'brush up' my academic and duelling skills for being 'inferior' to a muggleborn, leading to my long hiatus.

"I know," Draco replied bitterly, pulling me closer and unconsciously tightened his grip on my hand. "Father told me. Nott Senior had been flaunting about it whenever he can."

"He had been climbing the ladder in the Ministry that's for sure, their name is gaining influence and grandmother is very aware of it. It doesn't bode well with us, she's been trying to set Theo and me up." I frowned.

Theo was a well-mannered, a bloody smooth talker too. Everything he said were well-calculated and planned. Much to my grandmother's delight, he was an extremely skilled duellist too, winning over her favour easily. In her eyes, he was practically flawless. As a result, my grandmother had taken a new shine to the Nott heir, claiming that he would be a good influence on me.

Bloody Theo, he's starting to bug me despite how brilliant he was.

Draco's lips tugged down even further if possible, his brows furrowed, jaw clenched. He had always thought that Theo was to be a good comrade. Yet, with everything Theo had been doing recently, I know Draco felt threatened, even betrayed.

He had misjudged him.

We both had.

I never thought Theo would take action, opting to step out from the background and stand under the spotlight. I always knew he was dangerous if he was made enemy. Thus, I tried to compromise him by calling him out, and even tried to get him on our side. The plan went smoothly at first, but the game was overturned.

Theo had screwed up the rules again.

"Have you talked to Pansy? Did you find out what Theo done that messed up her relationship with Blaise?"

Oh right, Blaise and Pansy had broke up over the summer. No surprise there.

"What else? It must be his mind games of course! He actually managed to convince Pans that Blaise was not loyal to her. With Blaise excessive flirting going on, it's only making things worse."

"He's only been doing that to try and get back at Pansy. I'd told him it was never a good idea." Draco said, exasperated.

"Just like the time he tried to have you make me jealous by going out with Greengrass?" I stated dryly, the ordeal it had caused us still fresh in my mind.

"He's not taking it well, Blaise," Draco continued, deep in thoughts, "I'm thinking he's actually taking being a womanizer as his new persona. The time when he isn't hitting on girls, he's ranting about Pansy, it's really annoying."

"It's the same with Pans," I sighed, "She'd been writing me letters telling me about all the new guys she met and complained about Blaise. It was like second year summer all over again. Only this time, they weren't pinning over each other but the exact opposite."

"Theo was getting what he wanted, he's trying to break the group up… He's trying to take over my place." Draco muttered darkly, eyes narrowed dangerously.

"He won't succeed in that," I snorted, "As far as I know, I'm still the Slytherin princess. Not anyone else. I get to choose who my partner is, and I can say for certain it wouldn't be him."

"How can you be so sure? Your grandmother sure loves him and you're all friendly with him all summer last I heard," Draco grumbled acidly. I stopped walking, forcefully pulling him to a more secluded area, away from the crowd.

As angry as I am at what he'd implied, I knew Draco only said that out of frustration, so I kept my cool.

Never ever wear your bloody heart on your bloody sleeves!

Steeling over my emotions, I straightened up and held my head up high, appearing as intimidating as I can.

"Listen to me clearly, Draco Lucius Malfoy," I emphasised, remembering him saying the same words to me just half a year ago back at the Shrieking Shack, "I don't bloody care my grandmotherloves Theo or not! Me being friendly with him? It is just so that he wouldn't know that I'm actually on to him. I am sure that I'll never choose him is because I, Alexi Elita Whyte, is in love with you. Only, you."

I grinned at Draco's shocked expression, his turn to be flabbergasted like I had before. His eyes widened, mouth gapping a little, speechless. He need to know about my feelings, otherwise, it'll only tear us apart.

Merlin, was I corny.

"You can close your mouth now you know Draco," I said with a grin, utterly amused by his dumbfound expression, "you can't pull dumb off, it's more of a Crabbe and Goyle thin-"

Even before I can finish my insult, he'd yanked me over and covered his lips covered mine, kissing me senseless. He pulled me close, leaving no space between us as he continued, with me responding just as fervently.

Don't judge. It'd been a while.

"Merlin Lexi, I couldn't be more in love with you right now," Draco breathed out after pulling away from the kiss, laying his forehead against mine gently. "How do you always manage to do that? Riding all my troubles away so easily, it's humanly impossible."

"Because I'm incredible like that?" I smirked. Distress no longer present in his eyes, but shining brightly instead. He was caressing my cheek lightly, leaning his face down again when a loud voice broke our reverie, effectively killing our moment. The two of us froze, both of us fearing the worse.

No way... Only Wizards who were rich can afford watching the Quidditch World Cup, and the chances of meeting them was slim to none, so there's just no wa-

"For once, Whyte, can the both of you get a room? Anyone would want to gouge their eyes out after witnessing... that." That utmost infuriating voice blanched, even making a gagging sound.

"Will you snip your tongue while you're at it? Because my ears are rotting with you talking; it's sensitive to bullshit you see." I retorted back tartly, glaring at the offender.

Yep, that's right, it's Ronald Weasley.

"Lexi!" Harry piped up, smiling brightly, his happiness a great contrast to mine and Draco's moody one. My eyes travelled to his hands, finding him carrying... buckets of water?

"Oh, er, we're going to get some water back to our camp, Arthur wants to cook outdoor." Harry answered my unasked question once he realised what I'm staring at, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "But we thought we'll say hi when we spotted you."

"Why are you even here, Potter? Aren't you living with muggles," Draco spat out, as if the word itself was so vile that it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

"We invited him, my dad got seats in the Top Box." Weasley said proudly, his chest puffed up a bit.

"Hermione is here as well, but she's back in the camp," Harry added.

"Top Box, really? Surely your house wouldn't be able to fetch that much for even a ticket, let alone your whole stinky family and Potter," Draco sneered, narrowly dodged Weasley's attack if it wasn't for Harry who held him back.

"Just shut up Malfoy, we weren't talking to you!" Harry growled, still trying to hold back his friend, "Calm down Ron!"

"How uncivilized," Draco scoffed, tugging the collar of his suit, pretending nonchalant.

Boys.

"Do you have any idea how much it cost to get a seat in the Top Box? It's at least a thousand galleons per person for the cheapest seat for your information, which means that your family must have at least paid eleven thousand galleons for the lot of you. Seeing that most houses in the countryside only cost about few hundred galleons at most, technically, what Draco said would be true, Weasley."

"E-E-Eleven thousand?" Weasley stuttered, no longer struggling against Harry, going limp from the newfound discovery.

"You didn't know?" Draco arched an eyebrow, "Then how did your family get the tickets? Murdered someone and got it from them?"

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy! We're not murderers like your father!"

Uh-oh, Weasley had just crossed a line. As cruel as Lucius may be, he kind of was a good father. Somehow. Draco had looked up to him, a lot.

"You take that back, Weasley, my father is not a murderer!" Draco hissed out threateningly, his wand whipped out. Wealsey and Harry had their wands out in split second as well, retaliating.

This was getting nowhere.

"STOP IT!" I snapped, stepping in between them, "All three of you! Lower your wands! Now is not the time!"

"What are you talking about–"

"It's none of your business–"

"Don't interfere–"

"I don't know about the both of you but Draco and I are important people and have something important to attend to," I said coolly, "So we do not have the time to waste it on you two dunderheads." I took Draco free hand and tugged it lightly, whispering softly, "Come on Draco, my grandmother wouldn't be too happy if we return late, she's extremely meticulous about the time. I want to see the Quidditch pitch."

"Fine," Draco growled before dropping his arms completely, though he never once stopped glaring at the red headed boy. "This is not over, Weasley, you remember that."

"Yea? Remember this! Eat Sl-"

"Expalliarmus!" I yelled out as quickly as I can, disarming Weasley, "I seriously do not have time for this, so you better stop now or I'll hex you to oblivion, got it?"

"Whatever," Weasley said begrudgingly, glaring daggers at me, as if he was trying to kill me with the daggers he was shooting at me.

"By the way, my grandparents are here, so the next time any of you see me, don't talk to me or even look at me. Especially you, Harry. Start calling me Whyte and pretend you hate me to the bone just like how Weasley is doing right now, alright?"

Even though Harry seemed confused for a second, he agreed nonetheless, understanding my predicament. I'd once told him about my grandparents were harsh with punishment (even though I didn't tell him the details), so he knew why a Slytherin like me need to keep my distance with them Gryffindors.

"Oh, and remember to tell that to Granger, you and her both are the worst." I said in an afterthought before I dragged Draco away, making our to the pitch. Draco was sulking, stomping his feet every now and then, like a little kid trying to gain the attention of their mother.

Cute. Really, really cute.

"What are you laughing at?" Draco snapped and stopped on his tracks when he heard the snickers I'd accidentally let out, a pout now on his face.

"You," I said airily, smiling at him, "You're really adorable, you know that?"

"I'm not adorable!" Draco denied indignantly, his pout getting even more prominent. I was about to comment on how cute his response was when my face dropped.

"I think I'm getting jealous of you," I muttered sourly. It's just not fair, how can a guy be so much cuter than me, a girl!

Draco began to chuckle, weirdly amused. He stopped suddenly, resting his chin on my head, tucking me close to him. "Lexi?"

"What?" I asked, slightly confused and just a tad annoyed that we were stopping again.

"You've been walking in the opposite direction. The Quidditch pitch is at the other end. "

I gapped. "And you fail to tell me that until now?" I let out a long sigh, "Aww man."

With a quick look at our surroundings, Draco directed me towards the edge of the nearby woods, hiding behind a few large trees.

"Quidditch… pitch?" I asked hopefully.

"Nope, we are going to continue where we left off. You'll see the Quidditch pitch when the match starts." Draco said,

I let out a dramatic sigh, a smile playing at my lips, "I guess I have no choice, out of the benevolence of my heart."

"Mm-hmm," Draco hummed, turning me towards him and had his face hovered only mere inches away mine. His eyes had flickered over to my lips for a brief second before snapping back up and held my gaze. Leaned in with a smirk, he whispered huskily, his breath tickling my ear, "So, what were we doing before that damn weasel interrupt us?"

"So, did you have fun with Draco?" Narcissa asked, her fingers running through my hair gently, about to style it herself. The Quidditch match was starting soon in an hour and we needed to get ready. Narcissa offered to help. She'd always liked to dress me up, doing my hair and makeup personally, treating me like the daughter she never had.

"We had fun," I replied indifferently, not wanting to go into details. Draco and I had returned after spending a few hours snogging, talking, snogging again, talking, and then some more snogging, catching up lost time.

Fun indeed.

"I take that my son is a really good snogger just like his father then?"

I choked on air as soon as Narcissa finished her sentence, almost suffocating myself if Narcissa hadn't pat on my back and passed me some water to swallow it all down.

"Oh dear, was I too direct? You did say you had fun after all."

"T-That was what you meant by fun earlier?" I coughed, pounding on my own chest and trying to force the water down.

"Of course, what else?" She laughed lightly, sounded like little bells jingling, "Your lips were swollen, even Lucius who's always so oblivious noticed it."

"Crap! My grandparents-"

"Don't know anything about it," She cut me off, returning brushing my hair, "I had Lucius distracted them before I casted a non-verbal spell that reduces the swelling. Haven't you noticed why Draco was blushing so badly all of a sudden? He knew it was me who helped him cover up."

"So that's why..."

"Yes, so Draco's a good kisser, yes?" She asked, sounded a little too eagerly.

"Er, yes, Draco's quite... good," I forced out awkwardly, not at all comfortable talking about such topic with Narcissa. Mother figure or not, she's still the mother of the boy I'd just made out with!

"Ah, young love," Narcissa sighed dreamily, "I remember when Lucius and I just started dating, we can't keep our hands off each other all the time! Even when people were looking-"

My jaw dropped to the ground, utterly horrified at what Narcissa was telling me. I was rendered speechless. I'd tried to space out, I did! But my mind just seemed to register her words, mentally scarring me with all the things that were now sprouting out of her mouth.

No, Narcissa! Stop! I do not need to know what will turn Lucius on! Nooooo!

"-fourteen, so I guess your menstrual cycle has already started, right?" Narcissa asked, seemingly not noticing the horror-struck look on my face. "It's normal to have urges at this age, and Draco is a healthy young boy, so-"

Narcissa, she, she was giving me the talk! It was already a nightmare when Uncle Sev did it, but Narcissa's version was practically trying to get me to swore off of intimacy... for life!

Oh Merlin nooooooooo! Not the details!

Someone Avada Kedarva me now, PLEASE!

"Lexi? What happened? You're so pale! Are you getting sick?" Draco rushed to my side instantly when he'd noticed me, his eyes filled with worries. Narcissa left a minute ago, allowing Draco who was waiting outside to escort me back to the parlor.

"Lex?" He was about to brush my fringe off when I'd flinched, even backing away a little.

"Erm, I-I would appreciate it if you don't touch me for a while. I need a little time to sort some things out." I managed to choke out, still badly traumatized.

"Lexi, what's wrong, you can tell me," Draco asked in a softer tone, stepping closer. He was about to try and brush my hair off again when my next sentence had him stunned, his hand paused mid-air.

"Your mother just gave me the talk."

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"Oh,"

And until the day I died, this topic never came up between us again.

Never Ever.

A/N

Edited. If there's still anymore grammar mistake, please message/review telling me which specific sentence/wording is wrong with explanations if possible? Might as well use this chance to learn?

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