A/N This is my first real posting of a fic so please be gentle. Yes I used my name, but this is really for someone special. She wanted to see a fic with Draco that had him in a different light. So this is for you baby. You know who you are.

CHAPTER ONE

She was sitting on the train, waiting for it to start and get going. She'd had a terrible summer. Her parents had fought the whole time. She was just ready to get back to school. She was sitting in the compartment wondering if she had enough time to finish her homework, when she heard the cold voice that would change her life forever.

"Can I sit here?"

When she looked back on this moment, many years later, she thought that it was amusing that these four words were the beginning to a whole new life for her.

"Um, sure. Why not?"

She wasn't really the talkative one. She liked to keep to herself and not be bothered. That's the way she had spent most of her life. Alone in a room, left with nothing but her own thoughts. Old habits were hard to kill, so when she found out that she was special, she didn't change her ways. That's what her parents called it. Being "special." Like it was a disease. She couldn't help that she could break things when she was upset, or make things disappear when she was scared of them. Her parents didn't see it that way. They had always blamed her when something went wrong, and even when it was her fault, she couldn't make them understand that she couldn't help it. She was lost in her thoughts thinking about all of this, so that when he spoke, she didn't hear him at first.

"Hello? What are you? Special? Answer me when I speak to you."

"Oh, Sorry. What did you say? I wasn't listening."

"I asked you what your name was."

"Oh, sorry. I'm Lolita. And you are . . . ?"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

He had a dark and mysterious look to him. He had blindingly white hair and gorgeous gray eyes. She hadn't ever seen anyone like him, then again, she hadn't seen many people in the magical world. Maybe a lot of people looked like he did, only she didn't notice. She made a mental note to pay more attention to her peers at school this year.

"You're doing it again." He was looking at her with an amused expression on his face. 'He's arrogant.' She thought to herself. 'Yes, he's definitely arrogant.'

"I'm doing what again?"

"You're staring into your lap with a stupid expression on your face. "

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking to myself."

"Well stop it. And stop saying 'Oh sorry.' It's getting on my last bloody nerve. What were you thinking about anyway?"

"Er, well I was just thinking about… " she stopped in mid sentence. She couldn't exactly tell him that she was wondering if his looks were normal in the wizarding world, or if he was just a freak. She had to think fast.

"I was just thinking about if I could finish my homework before we got to school or not." She wasn't exactly lying. She was thinking that before he sat with her. 'That counts, right?'

"Well, if you're going to try, start it now. And why didn't you do your homework over the summer?"

"My parents wouldn't let me." 'Oh shit. Too much information.'

"Why wouldn't your parents want you to finish your homework? Don't they want you to make good grades? My parents are always yelling at me to finish mine."

"You ask too many questions. It's my turn. You seem like you'd have a lot of friends. Why are you sitting in here with me?" It was a desperate last hope, and she didn't want to be rude, but she had to change the subject. He reminded her of this guy all the kids at school talked about. This guy hated mudbloods, and would declare them his mortal enemy. She didn't want this guy to turn out to be like that. That would be bad.

"They get on my nerves a lot. It's like talking to two doorknobs. I needed a change. This was the only compartment that wasn't either filled with mudbloods, blood traitors, or just plain freaks. By the way, what house are you in? I've never seen you around school before."

"Oh, I don't leave the girls dorm unless it's for classes or meals. I'm a Slytherin. What about you?"

"I'm in Slytherin, of course. You seriously haven't heard of me? What kind of hole do you live in? You need to get out more." 'I know that, moron. I just don't want to, ever thought of that? Good god, you're just like my parents.'

"Oh, well, I don't know anyone at school, and I'm not really involved with anything."

"Well, now you know me, and I could get you involved with something."

"What could you get me involved in?" Despite all her gut instincts, she was curious.

"Well, nothing honestly. But I can introduce you to more people." This was bad. She didn't want to get involved with someone like this . . . but here he was. Right in front of her. What was she supposed to do?