Chapter 1 – Will the Snake like the Rose?

Valeska Rose sat in the compartment on the way to Hogwarts, looking out of the window, contemplating the passing scenery with a face of pure serenity.

She bore muggle clothing: A jean mini-skirt and a black polo neck, her hair was down and cascaded into ebony curls at the tips. Her bright green eyes flicked from one direction to the other as she observed the English countryside, twirling a strand of hair around her index finger. Annoying habit of hers, although she was rather nervous and had reason to be.

Valeska Rose was a 17 year old girl who had just come from Spain a week before. She spoke good English, with a slight Spanish accent. She was a strikingly pretty girl and although her name and surname didn't seem remotely Spanish, her features did not betray her Spanish heritage.

Typical Spanish features: Olive skin, tall, a slim but curvy figure. Drove the boys wild, but she didn't seem to notice or care. She had full red lips, but her best feature yet were her green eyes. These would change depending on her mood, darkening if she was angry or sad and grew lighter if she was happy or excited. Right now they were a mixture between both. When she was absolutely elated they would turn turquoise. But on a rare occasion would they turn that shade.

Valeska was Pure-blooded and was going to Hogwarts for her 7th and last year of magical education. Not out of choice, but because she was being pursued. Pursued by the darkest wizard of all time. Lord Voldemort. But more about Old Voldie later on.

She was not going to be enrolled as a student, but would also be teaching Spanish part-time.(Uncle Albus thought it would be fun and interesting for the students to learn different cultures and ways of saying spells from other countries. It would help expand their magical knowledge or something like that.)

Valeska chuckled to herself as she remembered Dumbledore's enthusiasm in her teaching Spanish. Such a funny old fellow was her uncle. She then noticed the train slow down and looked out of the window, to see a tall man, actually a very tall man standing on the platform, waiting for the train to stop. She smiled to herself and thought,

That must be Hagrid, no?

She grabbed her cloak and draped it over her shoulders; the elves would take her luggage. She presumed, whilst taking out a mirror and checking her reflection, she applied some gloss on her lips, flicked her hair back and finally satisfied, tried to make her way out of the train through the hundreds of Hogwarts students, struggling to get off.

As she finally stepped off the train, she was shoved in the back, causing her to trip and was about to become very intimate with the cold stone floor when a strong arm suddenly grabbed her small waist and helped her straighten up. Her feet were placed on the floor and this made Valeska grab onto the strangers arm in order to regain her balance. She the shook the hair out of her face and looked up, with a half annoyed, half embarrassed expression. She felt her eyes widen as she saw a pair of stormy grey eyes boring into her green ones.

He looked at the boy and thought,

This boy is damn sexy…

His hair was on a side parting and a platinum fringe fell over one of his eyes. These were a stormy grey with a hint of blue and his face was finely chiselled. He looked like normally his skin tone would be pale, but now he was slightly tanned. There was something about him that made Valeska feel light-headed.

Noticing that he still had his arm grabbed tightly around her waist, the boy slowly let go and took hold of her hand instead, holding it up to his lips and saying seductively,

"Draco Malfoy. It is truly a pleasure to meet you."

Valeska blinked. Twice at his politeness and charm. She opened her mouth to introduce herself but was rudely interrupted by an ugly pug-nosed girl, who jumped onto Draco's back and wrapped her arms around his neck, squealing pathetically,

"Drakie-poo, what are you – "

She stopped herself abruptly when she spotted Valeska standing there. She let go of poor Draco's neck and he let out a breath, coughing as she hadn't been allowing him to breathe properly. The ugly girl didn't seem to notice this; instead she took hold of his arm possessively and narrowed her eyes at Valeska, looking at her evilly as if saying,

He's MINE

She opened her mouth and started to ask,

"Who are you-"

But Valeska cut her short by holding her hand up to the girl's face and gently letting go of Draco's hand, looked up at him to see him rolling his eyes in disgust at the pug-nosed girl. Valeska smiled genuinely at him and replied,

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Draco."

And standing on her tip-toes kissed him lightly on each cheek. Pansy's face was now red with anger and she was spluttering pathetically. Valeska simply smirked at her and said with mock-politeness,

"Excuse me."

She pushed past the girl, smirk still intact. She heard Draco call after and so she turned around and inquisitive look on her face, he smiled at her, while trying to shake Pansy ff his arm and said,

"You never told me your name!"

Valeska laughed and said,

"It's Valeska. Valeska Rose."

She smiled at him once last time, then turning around laughed evilly at Pansy who had now burst into tears and was sobbing pathetically, wailing that Draco didn't love her.

Valeska walked up to one of the carriages, climbing in; she seated herself, before noticing four pairs of eyes, staring at her curiously.

Draco's P.O.V

(Earlier on)

Draco was walking past a carriage door, when suddenly a girl, with long ebony hair tripped out of it and was about to smash her head on the floor, but he quickly reached out and grabbed her by the waist. (Quidditch reflexes. Obviously). She steadied herself on his arm as he placed her gently on the floor and she looked up at him, beforehand shaking the hair out of her face.

Draco felt the world spin when he looked at her face. She was absolutely beautiful. Her black curly hair that fell to her waist, shone brightly in the moonlight and her – wow – her strange shade of green eyes twinkled brightly as she looked up at him intensely. He quickly pulled himself together and remembered his manners. Quickly taking hold of her hand, he brought it to his lips, introducing himself while doing so. She looked slightly light-headed herself when he did that and was about to reply, but instead raised one of her eyebrows.

Draco didn't even have time to wonder why as he felt someone jump on his back and wrap their arms around his neck, blocking his windpipe and nearly choking him. And there it was, that irritating voice that never shut up, he scowled embarrassed and rolled his eyes.

Pansy Parkinson. She always chose the BEST moments to embarrass him; she was in the middle of her pathetic baby talk, when she stopped abruptly. She let go of him, allowing him to actually breather and grabbed his arm, rather forcefully. He rolled his eyes at her in disgust and she opened her mouth to speak to the beautiful girl, but the latter stopped her. She put her hand in front of her face and then gently let go of Draco's hand, which Draco realised she was till holding.

He raised his eyebrows in amusement at what Valeska had done and smiled ruggedly as Valeska said it was a pleasure to meet him too. She gave him two kisses on the cheek and he for once in his life felt his cheeks flush.

She then smirked evilly at Pansy (a worthy smirk in Draco's opinion) and pushed past her, politely saying 'excuse me'.

Draco smirked at the girl's wit. He looked at her longingly as she walked away and suddenly realised that she hadn't told him her name. He called out to her and asked. She turned around and smiled, simply replying,

It's Valeska. Valeska Rose.

The name echoed in his head for a couple of seconds as she walked away. He looked at her until she was out of sight. Smiling stupidly and leaning against the lamppost. Cue for Parkinson to burst into tears. Draco simply rolled his eyes and said,

"Get a grip, Parkinson."

She started wailing that he didn't love her and put her head in her hands. He took advantage of this and walked away quickly, entering a carriage to Hogwarts himself.

Pansy's P.O.V

Pansy looked up and saw that Draco had gone. She scowled and stopped mid-wail. He wiped the melodramatic tears. Thank god he was a good actress. Draco was hers and she wasn't going to let that Valuka girl get him. She would have him. No matter what.

A/N Heya, what dyu think guys? Must be confusing with all the P.O.V'S huh? Dyu lot think I shouldn't do them? It's just that way, you lot get to see the different views of the situation.

Btw…for newbies P.O.V means Point Of View.

Review and tell me what you think!! Constructive criticism please,No flames.