DRACO'S POV
After I greeted Mr. and Mrs. Zabini and said hello to Blaise I went off in search of some breakfast. I was fully dressed because we were greeting guests but I had still just woken up. I walked sleepily into the kitchen and quickly stopped after noticing I wasn't alone. In front of me, in just a pair of silky short shorts and a tiny silk camisole, was Callista Caine. I hadn't been expecting to see her so early, in so little clothing as well. I cleared my throat and she looked up from the stove, where she was cooking an egg, with wide eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that? And why the bloody hell are you cooking? What do you think house elves are for?" I questioned, sneering at her. It was my natural defense against surprise.
She quickly regained her composure and smirked at me. She didn't say anything and just continued cooking her egg. She finished up, put the egg on a roll and walked out of the room happily eating her breakfast. I was shocked, no one ever ignored me. I wasn't about to let Callista Caine get away with it. I ran out of the kitchen and found her halfway up the grand staircase. I bounded up the stairs taking them by twos. Once I was right behind her I slowed down and grabbed her arm. She spun around, the smirk still on her face. I realized that my hand was still on her arm and she raised one eyebrow at me in surprise. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked as she pulled her arm away and began ascending the stairs again.
"You can't walk away from me, Caine. Tell me why you were looking at me like that back in the kitchen!" I demanded. Her smirk grew into an actual smile and she laughed gently. She looked me in the eye and shook her head before taking off down the stairs. I hadn't expected her to start running, nor to go down the stairs, so I was in no position to follow her. But I did anyway, I was a Malfoy and I always got what I wanted. I wanted to know why she looked at me like I was insane. I took off running down the stairs just as she had. I followed her through the kitchen, the elves quarters, the hallway into the parlor, the foyer, the living room, and I had just began to gain on her incredible speed when she stopped abruptly. I ran straight into her back and looked up to see what had caused her to stop so quickly. Standing in front of her was my father, a harsh look on his face.
"Draconium Malfoy. You know better than to run around the house like a lunatic. If you're that energetic, go out to the quidditch pitch. And Callista, dear, I would prefer it if you kept your running in the house to a minimum. You may make yourself presentable for the day and join Draco in the quidditch pitch," he drawled icily. I immediately stepped back and nodded, making my way to my room. Callista was right behind me.
I got into my room and changed for quidditch. It would be a good way to clear my head of all the thoughts I had about Callista Caine. Unfortunately, as soon as I got to the quidditch pitch, my mind went right back to her. There she was in a pair of tiny jean shorts and a tight black t-shirt. She had mounted her broom and was just pushing off the ground with her black converse. Then she was off, the wind was blowing in her hair and she was smiling like she was having more fun than ever before. I stood there for what seemed like hours marveling at how she could have so much fun just flying.
CALLIE'S POV
I flew for hours, expecting Draco to leave at some point so I could go in. He didn't. It was now one o'clock and lunch would be out soon. I had to stop flying and get ready, but I did not want to talk to Draco. This morning he addressed me for the first time in 5 years. Apparently, I hadn't given him the reaction he'd hoped for and now he was constantly on my case about it. I knew that I had to go in now, though, or else I'd be late for lunch. I got off my broom and walked towards the house. Draco immediately got up as well, but didn't ask me any questions. I was incredibly confused. The only reason he was out here was to pester me about this morning, so why wasn't he doing it? I got into the house and went up to my room as quickly as possible. I took a quick shower and walked into my closet, looking for something appropriate to wear for lunch. One thing I loved about staying at the Malfoy's: you go to change like 4 times a day. I picked out a blue halter sundress and some bronze colored flats. I ran down to the patio near the pool and took my seat next Narcissa. She complimented my outfit and introduced me to the Zabinis.
Once lunch was finished Narcissa suggested the kids all go for a swim. I went back upstairs to change, once again, into a different outfit. I came downstairs in black flip flops and a black tunic, which was covering my dark green bikini. I got down to the pool and removed my shoes and sunglasses. I dipped my feet in the water to see how cold it was and quickly used a heating charm to make it warmer. Finally I stood up at pulled my tunic over my head. Right before I jumped in, I noticed both Draco and Blaise staring at me with wide eyes.
The next month or so went by quickly. One night, Narcissa pulled me aside on my way to bed. "Callista, dear, may I ask an enormous favor of you?" she pleaded. I hastily agreed. "Wonderful. Darling, I know you have been in some of Draco's classes at Hogwarts and have gotten to know him. I also know he has not gotten to know you. Now, I love my son and how proud he is but I'm afraid it is holding him back. Draco has not had a real girlfriend in ages. I'm concerned for his future. If he can't keep a girlfriend now, how will he ever keep a wife? I need you to help me. Befriend Draco; get him to tell you what he wants in a girl. Help him find that girl, and help keep them together. I need to know Draco's arrogance will not get in the way of keeping up the Malfoy name," she finished.
I was shocked. Narcissa Malfoy was scolding her son's arrogance. And she wanted me to help him control it! She must've seen the hesitation on my face because she began to tear up and started pleading again. I told her I would try, but befriending Draco was not an easy task. She thanked me profusely before sending me up to bed. As I changed into sleep clothes, I knew what I had to do. I needed to get Draco to think I was vulnerable. This was the only way he would be able to speak to me. He needed to feel superior. I slipped into a pair of baggy mesh shorts that she rolled up to make shorter and a sports bra. It was extremely hot that night, so my clothing choice would look reasonable. I got into bed and used my wand to charm myself into waking up at three in the morning. Then I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
I awoke with a start at exactly three am. I walked over to my vanity and used a tearing charm to make my eyes red and puffy, as if I'd been crying. I then quietly padded over to Draco's door and ran in. Draco bolted up in his bed and stared at where I was standing. "Lumos," he said and an orb of light appeared at the front of his wand, illuminating me. "Caine? What are you doing in my bloody room?!" I scampered over to his bed and started sniffling.
"Draco it was horrible, I had the worst nightmare! I can't sleep in my room tonight, I simply can't! Please oh please can I sleep on your couch over there, I'm so terrified!" I exclaimed, blubbering through fake tears. Draco looked shocked for a moment and then huffed and said, "Fine, just stop your bloody crying." I made my way over to the couch and laid down on it. I pulled a blanket over my head and fell asleep.
3RD PERSON POV
Draco groaned as the sunlight tried to penetrate his eyelids. He turned over and opened them away from the sun. The first thing he saw made him bolt up in his bed. Callista Caine was sleeping on his couch in just a sports bra and shorts. He scrambled out of his room and ran to Blaise's door, where he knocked furiously. Blaise opened his door, rubbing his eyes. He saw it was Draco, groaned and walked back towards his bed. "Zabini, what the hell do I do? I've got Callista Caine asleep on my couch!" Draco exclaimed. Blaise stopped short at this, turned around and raised one eyebrow at Draco.
"Why the bloody hell do you have Callista Caine asleep on your couch?" he questioned Draco.
"She came busting in to my room last night at three am crying because she had a bloody nightmare or something! She was begging to sleep on my couch so I let her!" Draco huffed. Blaise just chuckled at him and told him to go back to his room. Draco returned to his room and sat on his bed, staring at Callie's sleeping figure. He studied everything about her. He saw how her brow furrowed like she was deep in thought, and how her chest gently rose and fell with each breath. He watched as her tanned stomach took in air and released it softly through her parted lips. The next thing he knew he was staring into her beautiful violet eyes and -. He stopped staring abruptly as the realization that she was awake dawned on him. He didn't want to show that he was flustered by her so he simply smirked at her. "Morning sunshine," he said.
Callie smirked right back at him, stood up from the couch, and stretched backwards, showing off her perfectly toned and flat, tan stomach. She looked at him once more before striding out of the room saying, "Thanks" just before she closed his door. Draco was in awe. She had acted completely natural! Like nothing had ever happened! That night, Callie came running in again, this time at one in the morning, but her eyes were just as red and puffy as before. He gave her the couch and she fell asleep at once. The next morning, she acted, once again, like she hadn't begged to sleep on his couch. Draco constantly wondered why she kept coming to his room. Why not his parents? They would gladly give her their couch. Hell, they'd conjure her up a bed to sleep on! The nights went on like this for the next few weeks. One night, Callie ran into Draco's room and he didn't wake up. He knew by now to expect her, but he had been so tired the night before that he was completely 100% asleep when she bounded in. Callie had not been making any progress with her and Draco's friendship, so that night she decided to take it to the next level. Callie tiptoed over to Draco's bed and slipped in next to him. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillows.
Draco woke up late the next morning, but was startled when he realized he wasn't alone. Right there in the bed next to him was Callie, sleeping soundly. He was just about to jump out of bed when his door opened. Pansy Parkinson stood in the doorway smiling at him. She spotted Callie in the bed next to him and gasped, her smile disappearing. She glared at Callie and then looked up at Draco with stone cold eyes. "What is she doing in your bed, Draco?" she demanded with malice laced in her tone. Draco simply smirked at her, not denying her silent accusations. Pansy ran out of the room crying and had moved out of the manor the next day.
Callie, on the other hand, knew nothing of this little exchange and was happily surprised when she found Pansy gone. She couldn't help but wonder, though, if it was a coincidence that Pansy left the day after Callie slept in Draco's bed. She didn't dwell on this fact too much, however. Instead, she confided in Blaise, who she was now extremely close to. She told him of Narcissa's plea and her fake nightmares. Blaise was hysterical laughing when she told him about those. He said Draco had flipped the morning after she first slept in his room.
Before she knew it, Callie was packing up her trunk and saying goodbye to Lucius, Narcissa and the Zabinis. She, Draco, and Blaise were headed back to Hogwarts for their fifth year. They should've been going to their 6th, because the three of them were 16, but when they were 11 before they started Hogwarts their families took them out of the country and they were forced to start a year later. They were 12 when all the other first years like Harry Potter were 11. Callie packed as many of Narcissa's beautiful clothes in her trunk as she could before she finally closed it up. She changed into something comfortable for her first day back at Hogwarts, short denim shorts and a black t-shirt. She went downstairs to join her peers and the Malfoys. Once she was with them, they apparated to Kings Cross Station.
Since it was their fifth year at Hogwarts, Prefects were chosen from each house. Callie and a boy named Theodore Rigby had been chosen from Ravenclaw and Draco and Blaise had been chosen from Slytherin. Once Callie had gotten on the train, she headed straight for the Ravenclaw prefects' compartment. She said a quiet hello to Theodore and began to read a novel. It wasn't long before she fell asleep. When she awoke, she realized that Theodore was gone, and in his place was Draco Malfoy. She sat up at once and addressed him. "What are you doing in here? It's the Ravenclaw prefects' compartment!" she exclaimed.
Draco merely smirked at her. "What are you going to do about it Caine? Part of me thinks that you mind very much waking up to see me," he drawled. His smirk grew when he saw her shocked look.
She quickly regained her composure and batted her eyelashes at him. "Oh Draco, you're right. I love waking up to you! It fills me with such joy. Thank you for being here!" she said, her voice oozing sarcasm. His smirk turned into a sneer and he ignored her, but didn't leave.
"Why did you come to my room?" he finally asked the question that had been eating at his brain for the past month. She looked down quickly, and then glanced up at him.
"You really want to know? The truth?" she asked. He nodded. "Well, when I woke up the first time I thought immediately of you, so I ran to your room. I thought you would turn me away and when you didn't, I knew I could seek comfort in your room," she finished, lying skillfully.
His eyes seemed to soften as he looked at her. "What were your nightmares about?" Callie hadn't been expecting this question. Her eyes grew momentarily wide and Draco backtracked. "You don't have to tell me, I just, well you seemed really upset every night," he said.
She quickly thought of a lie. "My parents, they were about my parents. I thought they were in trouble, in the dream they always got killed. I could never see who did it, but it scared me nonetheless." She felt bad for saying something so horrible, but Narcissa had cast the Fidelius Charm on Callie so she had to keep the secret.
Draco nodded and looked out the window as he spoke. "That's very sad, I'm sorry. But you know if anything ever did happen to your parents, you'll always have mine. I think we both know that they love you more than me." By the time he said the last sentence, he was almost whispering. Callie was shocked at his openness, and at his new idea.
"No, Draco, they love you more! You're their son! They simply treat me as more of a guest, with hospitality and I've known them forever, they watched me grow!" she said, trying to make him feel better, although she had a horrible feeling that he was right in his accusations.
He shook his head and got up to leave the compartment. "They watched me grow, too," he said just before he closed the door. Callie slumped down in her seat. She felt horribly for Draco, she knew Lucius wished he was more hostile. Draco put up a good front at school, but Lucius knew that wasn't his real personality. In truth, Callie knew, Draco was a good person. And Lucius was not. She wondered briefly why Lucius loved her so much then, but didn't dwell on it. Next thing she knew, the train was pulling into Hogsmeade Station.
AN: Updates will be slow from now on, i'd had all of this already typed, but now i am typing as i go. Somedays i feel compelled to type a lot, some days none..sorry! let me know if you have ideas on anything you'd like to see happen, i plan to follow this story through seventh year (have dumbledore not die and draco and callie stay at hogwarts 7th year) but let me know what you all think. Ta for now!