Disclaimer! JKR owns the Malfoys and Harry and whoever else. Mallorys are mine though. :D Enjoy the story!

"Hello, my name is Emilie," I curtseyed, letting loose curls of dark chocolate to fall around my face. I looked at him expectantly, wondering if I've made a new friend or not. "I'm Draco," he replied shyly as my mother led the Malfoys into the dining room where the cake had magically appeared. Mother had already put up the various tapestries that record down the ancestries and bloodline of the Mallorys.

"There you see, Mr Malfoy," Daddy chuckled as he pointed to a high point of the tapestry where a certain Lady Malfoy was seen linked into the family. Your great-grandmother was one of the wives of one of the cousins my great-granddad had. We're related! How surprising!" Daddy let out a nervous laugh and sipped from his cup to tea.

Mr Malfoy seemed impressed. "So you're a pureblood eh?" he asked casually. Daddy nodded proudly. "So's my wife, an old family from France." He grinned happily as mother shot a shy glance at him and asked me to show Draco upstairs to the playroom where we could occupy ourselves.

"Emilie?"

"Yes?"

"I hope you like staying here," Draco smiled shyly as we climbed the stairs to the playroom.

"I think I will," my lips curled upwards and all I remember about that afternoon was giggles and toy broomsticks.

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"Oi," A vague hand waved in front of my face. Harry?

"Bloody hell Harry, you shouldn't have talked too much about bloody quidditch mate. You know she's always drifting off to lalaland like that. Now she's gone all vacant, like she's stuck in the clouds or something."

I blinked hard and shook my head to get my fringe out of my eyes.

"Thank goodness, she's come out of her cloud!" It was Ron; he fell back into his chair and laughed, throwing a piece of chocolate frog into Pigwidgeon's cage.

I looked around the carriage. Ron & Hermione were sitting next to Harry, telling animated stories of how they patrolled around the corridors of the train on their first day of prefect-ing.

"And would you guess it Emmy? Do you know who the bloody prefect from Slytherin is!?" Ron looked at me abruptly, "it's that fucking git-"

"Draco, I know," I ran my fingers through my hair, taming it. God, I must have really zoned out just now. My hair's a mess. As if on cue, Hermione passes me her comb.

"Of course she knows, she practically lives with him!" Hermione giggled and asked me about the summer holidays. And as I did for the last 4 years I've been on the train with her, I told her about the lovely time I had in France, and not in Draco's bedroom. Damn, she is really determined to have me admit that I love Draco. I don't. Or I do. Shit that.

He isn't that bad looking really. And his hair, so straight and silky, I wonder how it feels to run my fingers through it, smelling it. I bet it smells of shampoo. Ooh, and I've seen him half-naked before, so lean, muscular, must be the quidditch training. Makes me drool just thinking –

"Em? Emilieee?" Hermione tapped me lightly and my head snapped up. Shit, again. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You drooled," she handed me a handkerchief and pointed to a wet spot on my sleeve where I rested my head. Shit shit shit. I cleaned it and tried hard to not let my head go astray anymore and listened close to the conversations the Golden Trio were having.

I didn't really fit in with them you know. But I didn't really fit with Draco's bunch either. Cos I'm a Gryffindor. Whoopeedoo. Well, the Golden Trio is the best I've got and they're not as bad as they look. They're friendly really. Oh look, I'm drifting away again. I shook my head again and gave a frustrated yell.

"What, Em, are you alright?" Ron asked as the others stared at me, surprised.

"I'm … I'm fine. Just thinking. Having frustrating thoughts. Ha," I ended with a nervous laugh and I'm sure Hermione was suspecting I was thinking about Draco, again. I shot her a look that told her she shouldn't even think about asking but she went ahead anyway. "Thinking about Malfoy, weren't you?" she gave me a sly smile.

"Yes. So?" I crossed my arms and pouted. The scenery outside the train was changing. We were nearing Hogwarts. Soon, I could see Draco. I felt something warm erupting in my chest. The warm faded long enough for me to catch the last words of Hermione's sentence.

"- finally coming to realise her feelings for Malfoy," she stated, as-a-matter-of-factly. Well, no use denying it. "Too bad he's with that whore, Pansy." Harry and Ron shuddered and made gagging noises. I smiled with them.

"I hate Pansy too. She's so clingy. I hope she isn't like this this year, I've made plans to have private study sessions with Draco and I'm not looking forward to her tagging along," I blurted out, and was wishing to take it back as soon as it came out. It did NOT sound right.

"Private study sessions, eh?" Ron cocked an eyebrow. Hermione was stifling a laugh. I looked at Harry but he looked absolutely fowl. He didn't very appreciate the idea of his good friend being all alone with his mortal enemy with only books for defence.

"Oh come off it, we have to get into our robes already! Look I can see Hogwarts," I point to the window, glad to find an excuse to weasel out of this sticky situation. I have a feeling Harry won't be talking to me much during the dinner.

As I pulled on my robes, I saw a familiar blonde head bobbing outside in the corridor. It stopped outside our carriage and the door opened just a bit. Draco, I mouthed. He smirked and beckoned me to come closer. I looked around; no-one seemed to notice so I walked carefully towards the entrance.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered and threw a cautious look over my shoulder. Harry was stuck in his robes and Hermione was trying to help him get out ("Seriously Harry, you have to get new robes! These are too small for you!") And somehow, Pigwidgeon had escaped from his cage and is currently hooting and whizzing exciting around the already cramped carriage.

Draco stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. "Erm, here, don't be late okay, no! Don't open it now," he grasped my wrists as I tried to open the neatly folded piece of paper.

"Ah, okay, take a chill pill Draco," I smiled mischievously and put the not in an inner pocket of my robes. I don't want to lose it, something lined with Draco's small and neat handwriting, oh and there I go, drifting off again. I realised there was a sudden silence as I stared blankly into his eyes. He looked pretty confused as I mouthed I'm Sorry.

"I…guess I better, get back to my carriage?" he backed up a little and I nodded and as I was about to lift my hand to wave to him, his lips came crashing down on mine, giving me a rough brief kiss before backing away and disappearing among the crowds towards his carriage. I touched my face, oh my God, I was so flushed, and I could just feel the heat of the blush spreading on my face. I closed the door and took a big gulp of air. Draco kissed me! He. Kissed. Me. I am so –

Hermione caught my eye and mouthed I saw that. I silently begged her not to tell, after all, Harry and Ron would think he took away my virgin kiss against my own will and will probably try to kill him before we even sit down to dinner. Damn, my face is still so hot. I sat down and fanned my face with my hands. I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

One deep breath, yes, that's it.

I feel calmer already…

AH DRACO KISSED MEEEEE.