Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover
Summary – Basically, when Edward left Bella, Bella escaped to England for a new life. There she met young Mr. Malfoy, and she fell for him.
Bella sat on the plane, the long flight to Brighty tiring her out. She ran a hand through her hair going over the past few days… And Edward. The name brought a fresh wave of emotion over her, and brought tears to her eyes, but she shrugged it off. She –would- not think of Edward Cullen again, ever. He was now her past, England and whatever it held was her future. Nor would she think of Charlie, who she left a brief scribbled note, explaining where she'd gone, why she'd gone and not to panic, and that she loved him.
She fought back the tears that had threatened to overcome her since she boarded the plane in Seattle. She would not let even one tear leak out. She would be strong. She had to be. She thought of Jacob. She hadn't even said goodbye to him. Her heart sunk as she realized she may never see her best friend again.
As the plane landed Bella looked out the window, in true British fashion it was raining. Bella sighed, knowing this would be the perfect place for … him. But she pushed that thought from her head before it had chance to manipulate her thoughts and push her into a deep depression. She walked off the plane pulling her hood up over her hair, and rubbed her eyes. It felt good to finally walk again after sitting on the plane for so long. She walked into the airport and searched for her bag. She found quickly, grabbing it she headed out of the terminal, and waited for a taxi to pull up that no one piled into.
She opened the cab door, the driver looking at her curiously.
"Drive me anywhere," she said. The driver raised his eyebrows so high they nearly disappeared up his thick mop of wavy, dark hair.
"Okay, love," he said, noting her accent, making him even more curious of her, he tried to make conversation. "American, huh?" Bella stared out the window, oblivious to the cabbie speaking. He nodded and looked out the windshield deciding it was better not to talk to her.
He dropped her off out side the nearest hotel, she took her purse out. "Don't worry about it love, I've got this covered." Bella frowned but shrugged, she walked into the hotel, her bag hitting her leg. She checked in, and walked up the stairs to her room; she dumped the bag on the floor, and nearly ran to the bed. She jumped on it immediately and snuggled up to the duvet, breathing in the unfamiliar scent, she fell fast asleep, fully clothed.
When she woke the next morning, the sun was blaring through the flimsy curtain, and there was shouting outside her door. She frowned, yawning; she got out of bed to whine at whoever was making the noise. She pulled open the door, ready to kick off, when she looked up at a tall blonde man, who had his arms raised as if to knock on the door. She looked at him.
"Hello, I'm here to apologise for the noise..." Bella scowled. "But it seems I was slightly late," the man said. He put his hand down. "Err...Draco Malfoy." Bella raised a eyebrow.
"Bella Swan," she said, as he offered her his hand, she shook it, feeling self conscious.
"Nice to meet you Miss. Swan," Draco smiled dazzlingly. Bella grabbed onto the door frame, feeling slightly dizzy. Draco smirked.
"I see I woke you up," he looked at her bed hair. "I'm sorry; I'm keeping you from your plans. If you ever need me, don't hesitate to come to me. Room 111," he smiled again. "You should feel lucky, Miss. Swan. I only give pretty girls an open invitation to my room." He grinned. "I will see you soon, I hope?" He wandered back down to his room, and as he reached his door, turned to wink at Bella, and walked into his room.
Bella smiled to herself, closing the door. He seemed... Nice. She sat on the bed, and yawned again, looking at the clock, she saw it was 6.30 am. Her eyes widened, falling back on the bed, she fell back to sleep.