a/n: okay...so this is my supercool first ever fanfic...i hope everyone enjoys! special thanks go to Sars (no not the disease/epidemic) for basically helping me start this and also to Beccalie for my supercool title!

disclaimer: unfortunately...i'm not Jo Rowling (although that would be kinda awesome-ish/weird-ish lol hehe) Tasha is mine...that's it

Rain poured down outside as Tasha Graybelle looked out of the window of the Malfoy Manor. It was August 31st, and Sunday, September 1st could not come any faster. Time seemed to be at a standstill as Tasha suddenly came out of the trance that the rain seemed to do to her.

"Tasha, dear," said Narcissa Malfoy, "why don't you come here for a moment."

"Oh, okay," she replied numbly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright," she inquired, knowing full well that Tasha was not okay. Tasha had thought that the first few times she'd come here, Narcissa actually cared, but now she knew better. Tasha couldn't believe that it had been only a week since the fight, but she knew that the minute the fight began, she would be going to the Malfoy's.

Whenever the Graybelle's fought, it was that whole "go to your room" type ending, except this time it had been one of the bad ones.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said as she left the room once more.

Jennifer Graybelle and Narcissa Malfoy had always gotten along great, so whenever her and Tasha fought, Tasha would go to the Malfoy's while Jennifer went away on some far away vacation. Tasha had always just taken it as her mom not wanting to deal, and that's how she would always be. Plus, Jennifer knew that Tasha and Draco were not friends, and could therefore ensure Tasha having a boring time.

Lately Tasha had been occupying her time walking around the house and courtyard and had bumped into Draco several times. After awhile it became apparent that Draco was not just "bumping into her." So that afternoon, when she saw him again she decided to figure out what was going on.

"Jeez Graybelle, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, I don't think that we keep running into each other," she replied with just as much wit and sarcasm. "So what do you have to say to me?" she asked. "For real."

"Well why are you really here this time?"

"My mom's on vacation, and you know where my dad is," Tasha replied. For Draco did know (and was one of the few who did) about her father and his life sentence in Azkaban.

"You two had a fight then, did you?" he asked as he sat down on a bench in the courtyard.

She sat down next to him. "What makes you say that?"

"Well I could sorta tell by how unhappy you are whenever you come, plus the fact that I would've used that excuse too if my mum sent me away just before school started."

He seemed to know exactly what she was going through.

"Draco, how is it that we've known each other so long, and this is basically the first real conversation we've ever had?"

"I dunno. I guess neither of us really ever considered being friends. We probably hated each other when we were little because of the whole 'cooties' issue, but I hope I'm safe in assuming that we're both over that," he finished.

"Yeah," she replied. This was weird. She felt like she was talking to a totally different Draco.

Soon they became silent and it became awkward between them again.

"Hey Tasha?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could ever, erm-"

"Consider ourselves friends Draco," she finished, knowing that he had wanted to say it, but for some reason couldn't find the guts to. "And Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Now that we're friends, we have to work on your ability to talk to people. Especially the girl type people…other than your mother," she added seeing the look on his face.

He remained silent. Tasha looked at him. He smirked. "Fat chance."

final a/n: well...i hope anyone who took their time to actually read this enjoyed it...any suggestions are welcome...

Kesler