Draco pov

The first thing that came to my senses was the smell of vanilla and roses, it was the sweetest smell that I have ever smelt, so I decide to get out of bed and follow it. t smell that I have ever smelt, so I decide to get out of bed and follow it. Looking around my bedroom its hard to decide whether this really is my bedroom because many things have changed, but I know that I'm in my bedroom at the manor.

Anyway following that smell it leads me downstairs, but it's quiet, too quiet, I'm not sure how but I know that something's missing from this picture, looking around I see a female out on the patio. Walking toward her I admire her from behind, long wavy brown hair that goes down to her waist, she's small about 5'5 a good couple inches different from my 6'2, she has a great figure, small waist curvy hips strong toned legs, creamy skin, and looking at her now I realise she's standing there looking out into the garden wearing nothing but my favourite shirt, the deep blue of my shirt compliments her skin perfectly.

Looking at her I just knew that she was mine. Walking up behind her so quietly so that she wouldn't hear me I decide to see if I could turn her around and see if I knew this woman.

'Morning Draco' she said, now I'm surprised that she heard me.

'How did you know it was me' as I said this I came behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. Being this close to her I became intoxicated with her smell and placed my head were her neck and shoulder met and drew in deep breaths, I couldn't get enough of that smell.

'Dray stop that it tickles' she said this with a giggle that sounded like bells but it slowly turned into a moan witch to me sounded a lot better, as I started to kiss all along her shoulder and neck, she moved her head to the side to give me better access. As I was doing this is I was very slowly turning her around hoping to get a look at her face so I can finally find out who she was.

'Draco' she breathed out

'Hmmmm' was the only reply I could give.

'Draco….. Draco….. DRACO' at that I bolted straight up. And realised it was only a dream. Looking around I realised I was in my room at the manner but instead of the wonder smell of vanilla and roses I got the smell of leather and parchment paper.

'BlAISE what the bloody hell are you doing her' I asked my Italian friend.

Now Blaise and I have been best friends since we were babies.

Now Blaise and I are complete opposites when it comes to looks. Blaise is 6'2, mocha skinned, dark shaggy hair and dark eyed Italian, whereas I am 6'2 pale flawless skinned, blond shaggy hair as I let it grow out this year (no more gel) and greyish-blue eyes.

However there are similarities in our looks as well, we both have strong jaws, soft plump lips, all strong facial features. We both have six packs form working out and playing Quidditch. There have been times that people have told us that if we had the same skin tone people would of mistake us for siblings.

'I came here to wake your bloody ass up or were going to be late to catch that train to Hogwarts' he told me in his slightly accented voice.

'SHIT' as soon as he told me this I was up and getting ready. I wore some dark jeans, that were slightly tight, an emerald green polo jumper, with my black leather jacket and boots, looking at Blaise he was dressed similar but he was all in black. Over the holiday we had come to appreciate some of the things muggles had made and their style of clothes are better than our robes. More comfortable as well so we took up wearing them in our spare time. They also make us look good.

Looking around my room I just wave my wand and everything goes into my trunk as I don't have the time to sort anything out. Thank god mum went too diagonally and got all my books for me.

Anyway running down the stairs with Blaise on my tail laughing his ass of I run into the dining room to greet my mother and get something to eat.

'How long till the train leaves' I pant asking my mother.

She looks at Blaise with a raised eyebrow and says 'not for at least 2 hours dear' at this is just look at her. Till she adds 'I told Blaise to wake you up so you don't oversleep and end up rushing, but by the looks of it the message got mixed up.'

'Blaise!' and all he could do was laugh.

A/N . this is my first harry potter story, so please review. the more reviews i get the more i am inspired to write another chapter.