Once again, not the traditional Fanfiction. This one is set before my previous story "New Girl". Hope you enjoy xx

Holidays

A Harry Potter FanFiction

Chapter One

"Monique! Are you ever going to get up?"

"In a minute!" I yelled at my mother and rolled over, tangling myself in my sheets. I could not believe they were doing this to me.

"Well, the Malfoy's are expecting you at twelve… It's ten o'clock now." She said, with that motherly tone. We all know it. The one that says, "I'm trying to sound nice, but if you don't do what I say, I'll be very upset".

"Mum, that's two hours. I'm already packed. I'll get up in a minute."

"Fine."

I heard her stomp away. Well, she could stomp all she wanted. I wasn't moving. I laid there for a minute. Dammit. She'd ruined it for me now. There was no way I was going back to sleep. I sat up, looking over at my trunk. Why couldn't I be going to the burrow like everyone else? No. I had to go to the stinking Malfoy's. Here I was about to start my fifth year at Hogwarts and I had to spend the last month of my holidays with that brat of a boy.

"Monique! Get. Out. Of. Bed! Or you won't get to spend the last week at the Burrow at all." My mother threatened.

"Fine! Fine! I'm up!" I said, stomping around my room to prove it. I heard my mother muttering to herself as she walked away from my door.

At least the Malfoy's place is so huge, I wouldn't have to spend much time with him. While we lived in a fine country estate, it was nothing compared to the Malfoy's. I grabbed my robe and headed down to the kitchen.

My family had been semi connected to the Malfoys for as long as I could remember. Our fathers having been Death Eaters many years ago. Ahhhh, such a proud family heritage I had… not. While we had moved on from those dark times, my parents still reverted to the "old" way of thinking every now and then. Hence, having to spend time with Draco. I needed more time with "respectable pure blood families". I had pointed out to them that both Ron and Harry were purebloods and I didn't even like Hermione that much (not because she was a muggle born, she was just an annoying witch), so it shouldn't matter. They chose to ignore me.

I entered the kitchen to see my mother attempting to be a domestic goddess.

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked cheerily.

"You look like a Stepford wife." I replied dully. She shot me a look. Well. It was true. My mother was tall, tanned, strawberry blonde and in a floral dress and apron. She looked a lot like Narcissa, just not as harsh… and more attractive. I had inherited all my features from my father's side, sporting dark brown hair, pale skin and green eyes.

"I wish you wouldn't use all these muggle terms." She said, turning up her nose a little, as she placed pancakes on my plate.

"Dad likes me to have knowledge of the muggle world. In case I have to adapt."

Mum rolled her eyes.

"That would be right. Always preparing for the worst."

"Well, it's better to be prepared. What would happen if Voldemort came back? At least we would be able to adapt. I mean, Dad has a history you know? What if Voldemort came looking for him?"

My mother's eyes widened, her mouth open.

"Well, let, let us not speak of things. Look, you've got mail."

Just like Mum, always wanting to avoid any discussion slightly bordering on serious. I picked up the envelope she had passed to me.

"Ooh! It's from Theo!" I said with a smile. Theo was a close family friend. Once again, Dad had known his Dad from the Death Eater days. His dad was a right prick, but Theo was lovely. Quite a gorgeous boy. Always wanted a piece of him, but I was content with being friends.

"Well, what's he say then?" My mother asked. I scanned over the letter. My smile broadened.

"He say's he's going to be staying with the Malfoy's for the first week that I'm there!"

"Well, that's nice. Now you'll have another friend there."

"What do you mean another? Mum, how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not friends with Draco Malfoy."

"Oh pish posh." She said distractedly, whisking away my plate with a flick of her wand.

"Mum! I'm a Gryffindor, he's a Slytherin! We're mortal enemies!"

That had been my biggest disappointment to my parents. Fancy having a child sorted into Gryffindor after coming from a long line of Slytherin's.

"My, look at the time. You better start getting ready."

I looked at the clock. Eleven. I suppose I better.

I stood next to Mum.

"You could have worn something better." She said scolding me.

I looked down at the cut off jean shorts and printed tee I had on.

"What?"

"Oh Lorraine, leave her alone." My Father butted in.

"But Hector-"

"Does it really matter? Come on let's go. Grab my arm Monique. 1, 2, 3…"

And POP! We were on our way to Malfoy Manor.

I fell with a thud on the soft grass, my stomach turning.

"There has got to be another way." I said panting.

"It'll feel better when you can do it yourself." My dad said kindly, helping me up. We all walked towards the entrance hall. I had been here a million times for family dinners, balls, and "play dates" when I was younger. I avoided going there once I had started Hogwarts. I saw enough of Draco there. It was such a pretentious house. I spotted Narcissa and Lucius walking out to greet us. Narcissa in a similar style dress to Mum, except in plain charcoal and Lucius in dress pants and shirt, his sleeves rolled up. It was the most casual I had ever seen him. Then again, it was quite a warm day.

"Hello, Hello!" Lucius called out to us.

"Lucius, you old son of a bitch! How are you?" My father asked, grabbing his outreached hand.

"Ahaha, fine as always you old dog! And Monique! Haven't seen you since you were this high!" He said motioning to his hip, "And you're just as beautiful as your Mother!" He continued with a smile, lightly kissing my mother's cheek.

"I look like Dad." I said dryly.

"Yes, well… Draco is inside. You should go say hello." Narcissa said awkwardly. She was such an awkward person. I guess that is what happens when you marry an overbearing personality like Lucius. I looked to Mum.

"Well, go on then." She hissed through her teeth. I sighed and kissed both Narcissa and Lucius on the cheek.

"Lovely to see you both, shall we be having lunch in the dining room as usual?" I asked.

"No, we'll picnic on the lawn I feel, we'll send Dobby when we're ready for you." Lucius smiled. I put on my best fake smile back and went inside. It was refreshingly cool inside. I went straight to the library. At least I'd be able to hide in there for a while. Draco was probably moping in his room. The smell of books hit me. I kinda liked that smell. I began to roam the shelves. So many books. Yes, I could sense already that most of my time would be spent in here.

"Ow!" I cried, tripping over something. I looked down.

"What the fuck are you doing down there?" I asked.

"What the fuck are you doing kicking me?" Draco sneered back.

"Hanging out with all your friends then?" I asked, motioning to the empty space.

"Fuck you Sangster."

"You wish Malfoy."

We stood there in silence.

"When's Theo coming?" I asked bluntly.

"Not till tomorrow." He replied.

We stood in silence again.

"Well feel free to piss off anytime you want then."

"Believe me Malfoy, I would if I could."

Just then, Dobby popped up next to us.

"Lunch is ready."

"Thanks Dobby." I said with a smile.

"Go. Now." Draco said, backhanding him. Dobby whimpered and disapperated.

"Was that really necessary you prick?"

"Are you really necessary you bint?"

"Argh! You are the most infuriating person ever!" I cried, walking out the door.

"Giving up that easily Sangster?"

I threw him the bird as I continued to walk away, not looking behind me. This was going to be the longest month ever.