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Chapter 1

Rain beat against the private jet flying silently across the Atlantic Ocean. With her head against the glass of the window, quietly humming she was putting the thoughts of her destination out of her mind.

Weeks earlier she had been contacted by Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witch Craft and Wizardry, Minerva McGonagall. She was needed to help with some kind of group called the Order of the Phoenix, but was only given a time and place to meet them and nothing more.

However, when her jet landed she would not be heading to meet these witches and wizards . . . no the first place would be the Malfoy mansion . . . .

Draco

"How long do think she'll be," I asked as I paced the floor.

"Hopefully, not much longer son," my mother replied from her seat on the couch.

"Her driver sent word that she would be here sometime late tonight," my father said coming into the sitting room as well. "I'm not sitting up much longer though."

I ignored my father and paced the floor at a much faster rate now. "Are you sure that everything is taken care of? Her room, her . . . ."

"Son," mother said taking a hold of my hand, "why don't you just sit for a few moments and relax."

"I . . . I . . ." I pulled away from her, "I'm going to go and check the room one more time to make sure that everything is okay." I turned on my heel and raced up the stair case to the second floor.

I could hear them talking as I left the room. Yes I was nervous. Who wouldn't be when your father had arranged for you to marry an American girl. Perhaps it would not have been quite so bad if it had been for the family, no it was so that the Dark Lord might a line himself with America. That was where the nerves were coming from. If I didn't impress her then my family would more then likely be killed.

I rushed back down the stairs. "I've moved the roses again. In the morning they'll get more light so they'll . . . ."

"Draco, I'm sure she will be happy with . . ."

"If she doesn't find our house suitable then she can just go back to America," father interjected cutting both is wife and son off.

"Well, Lucius," mother said back, "she is the daughter of the President of Magic. So, I'm sure that she used to having the best of the best."

Father merely snarled his nose.

"I just hope . . ." I started again.

"She'll be happy," mother said rising from her seat to put her arm around me.

I merely nodded.

Very faintly a knock came at the door. I started for it, but father held up his arm to stop me.

"I'll get it," he said stalking off to the door.

I looked to my mother, she shrugged her shoulders. I followed behind him, but stopping short so that I could lean up against the door opposite the foyer. I watched as an older man dressed in a suit brought in two more trunks and placed them in the floor with the first two.

She stepped through the doorway as the older gentlemen turned to leave once again. Carefully she unbuttoned the long black coat that she was wearing and shrugged it off. Underneath she was wearing a white top beneath a black suit jacket, which fit smoothly to her black pencil skirt, which then lead on to a pair of black spike high heels. Her golden blonde hair was pulled back into a glossy bun at the base of her neck, which was adorned with a single strand of pearls. She looked toward my father and then back down at her coat.

"Lucius Malfoy," he said taking her coat as the older man brought in two more trunks.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy," she said in polite crispy tone. Then turning she patted the older man on the arm and said, "thank you." Her attention then shifted to my mother. "You must be Mrs. Malfoy," she stated, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

I stepped away form the door. "Draco Malfoy," I said putting my hand out ready to shake hers.

"Haven Devlin," she said taking a hold of my hand.

Gently I kissed the back of her hand. Thankful that she was as beautiful in person as she was in the photos I had seen of her in the papers.

She smiled a dazzling smile and pulled her hand away. "Well . . . ." she started, "it really is such a pleasure the finally meet all of you."

"Draco," Lucius said pushing one of the trunks at me. "Would you be so kind to take Haven's belongings up to her room?" He turned his attention back to Haven. "Come dear and tell us about you journey," he said placing a hand upon her arm.

"Well...actually Mr. Malfoy…"she said stepping towards me, "if it would be alright I would very much like to go straight to bed. That is if you permit me, but I promise that I will spin you and thrilling tale in the morning."

My father merely nodding.

She smiled, "thank you, sir."

I now had all of her trunks hovering above the stairs, slowly making their way to the room that had been prepared for her. "I'll show you upstairs."

She simply smiled again and nodded at me. Silently she followed me up the stairs and to the third door on the left.

I pushed the door open, allowing her trunk to go through and find a place on the floor. "This is it," I said stepping aside so that she may enter the room.

She stepped inside and kicked her shoes off at the foot of the large four post bed. "Thank you, Draco," she said turning back to face me.

"I hope that you find everything fitting," I said smiling back at her.

"Yes." She was suddenly business like again. "I do need to apologize. For the next several days I will be unavailable."

"Unavailable?"

"Yes." She was unpacking several of her things. "As the President of Magic's daughter I am required to attended many political functions during my stay. Tomorrow morning I will be leaving promptly at nine and will not return until late in the evening."

I was unsure at to what to say. "Okay."

She turned to smile at me. "I'm sure that you would like to spend as much time with me as possible before our wedding. I promise I will make this first week of my absentness up to you before school starts."

I nodded. "So you're going to be gone all week."

"Yes," she said unpacking more of her things. "Possibly longer, I have many engagements to attend." She turned towards me. "I would ask you to go but like I stated before it is all mainly political and very boring."

I nodded again. What was I suppose to say to her?

"Goodnight, Draco," she said stepping forward as if she was backing me toward the door.

"Goodnight, Haven."

"Thank you for the roses," she said closing the door behind me.

I didn't bother going back down the stairs to my parents. I went straight to my room. I didn't know what think of Haven Devlin.

A/N: Okay so when I started writing this the seventh book hadn't even come out yet. Therefore lets just pretend that it didn't. Also, I need some help from everyone reading. I have two versions of this story. As you can tell this one is first person and the other one is in third person. Now if I go on with the first person it will go back and forth between Harry and Draco. So, let me know which one you all would rather read.

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