A/N: So I love twi/hp crossovers: D I dislike Edward, no offence to you Edward lovers. Think of it this way, one less girl standing in your way!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own my mind, the plot, and my desire for Tom Felton. (; So all characters and places not invented by me belong to the respective owners, J.K Rowling and Stephanie Meyer.

(BPOV)

He left me!

Pennyhead left ME!

Seriously, who leaves me? Me! The great and noble Layla Adele Black. I know, I know, you all are probably, why aren't you upset or depressed? Well, if you haven't noticed, I called him pennyhead. So if you don't get it by now, you are seriously starting to sound like my best mate, Ron. And seriously, if someone tells you that, run. That isn't a good thing. Usually. Come on, I DO have a heart. Contrary to what people like to think. You see, I'm in Slytherin. *GASP!* Please spare me the dramatics. Yes, I am friends with the "Golden Trio". You see, I'm a Black, Sirius' daughter. When I went to Hogwarts when I was eleven, I was quite pleased to find that I hold all four house traits. And the Sorting Hat found them all quite strong. I'm fiercely loyal, you see. Then there's my ridiculous amount of Gryffindor bravery. My wonderful Ravenclaw smarts. But by now, you really ought to see which one the Sorting Hat found the strongest. The Slytherin arrogance, the cunningness, and the fact none of us need lovers, we have ourselves. You see, I think I am the only Slytherin to ever have admitted that, be able to thrive in any house, and be friends with the "Golden Trio." So that makes me so much better. Ha ha, funny right? Well, back to my point. The Cullens' left me! Rude. And I've been in Slytherin for six years, I know rude. Well, I'm returning to my childhood home, Grimmauld Place, number 12 to be exact. So here I am, outside on the porch. Well I got distracted, which happens quite easily for me. See, my mind wanders from one thing to the next. Anyways, into the house! I set my trunk down by the landing, hearing good old Dumbles with what sounds like my dad, Harry, Hermione, and the Weaslys. Guess they weren't expecting me. Good thing I just turned seventeen. Oh yeah, I'm actually not eighteen!

"Won-won!" I call out, changing my voice and appearance to that of Ron's nightmare of a girlfriend, Lavender Brown.

I hear gasps, and one sputtering of some form of liquid, or food for that matter. I hear Ron getting up. Soon enough I see Ron, Harry and Hermione. Harry looks livid, which is never a good thing, but that's only on days ending in y. Hermione looks shocked. Ron is red, embarrassed red. I hear everyone else following in. I can see the whole Order, and they certainly unhappy, although Dumbledore is smiling. He seems to always be smiling. I saw someone make a lunge for Ron, but I snapped back into my beautiful self. I grab Ron, pulling him away from Bill. Then everyone looked at me, eyes big and wide. I couldn't help it, I laughed! Dumbledore looked at me with adoring eyes, the twins, Fred and George hugged me first,

"Well if it-"Fred started

"Little Miss Black, "George added.

"Back from America!" Fred's laugh booming around the foyer.

"Guys!" I giggled, stepping out of the hug. By this time, Molly and Arthur were hugging me, saying nothing. I smiled at her before she responded, "My food!" and scurrying off again, Arthur dutifully following her.

"HERMIONE!" I launched myself at her. I missed my bushy hair best friend! But she fixed her hair, and it looks amazing on her.

"Layla!" She squealed before handing me off to my other two gits that I happen to call friends, Ron and Harry. They both stumbled before breaking out into ginormous grins, before hugging me back. I swear, they are slow as slugs sometimes. They finally released me after a good three minutes. I looked up to find emotionless eyes. Ron and Harry, sensing the awkwardness in the room, left to go back to the kitchen.

"Hi daddy." I gazed right back into his chocolate brown eyes, identical to mine. He kept staring, and trust me, it's unnerving. Then his face broke out into a wide grin. I couldn't help it, I dashed forward, hugging him. He brought me into the kitchen where people looked at me expectantly.

"I take it you wanna hear my story?" I looked around. I swear on Merlin's beard the twin's laughed. "Its kind long, I was there for eight months …"

"Tell us the bloody story." A voice said from behind me.

I turned around, and I was honest to goodness shocked. After finding my voice, I managed to croak out, "Dr-Draco?"