Rated R because I don't know what might happen in later chapters (really PG-13 for right now).
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns EVERYTHING!

muttered Elisabeth. Leaving her London hotel room to go on an unplanned exploration of England seemed like a good idea this morning, but she should have known better. She was bad at directions to begin with, but being in an unfamiliar country made it even worse. It was hard enough to figure out the public transportation systems; she never really used them at home because she lived in the country where there wasn't any. She couldn't even remember how she had gotten to this quaint and rather archaic looking village, nor did she care. She just wanted to get back to her room in the city and take a long bubble bath. I am just a freaking moron.

She walked through the village, which was full of very oddly named shops and such. She stopped at one called The Three Broomsticks. It appeared to be an inn of some type, but an odd one. she whispered to herself. She really hadn't expected England to be THAT different from America. It was like a whole different country......oh wait. Nevermind. She really needed some rest; she was even starting to think like a moron.
The inn was dark and sparsely populated, but the people there were just as odd looking as the village. She couldn't help but notice, however, an attractive but dark looking young man in the corner. Her attention turned back to her predicament and she approached a woman who she perceived to be the innkeeper. Excuse me, but I am terribly lost, Elisabeth told the woman. Where am I?
The woman gave her a startled, strange smile. Why, you're in Hogsmeade dear. Elisabeth frowned. She couldn't find anything named Hogsmeade on her map. Of course, it was a terribly small village, so maybe it wasn't on there.
Can I help you? said a smooth, sophisticated male voice behind Elisabeth. She looked up from her map. It was the young man she had spotted when she came in. He was undeniably handsome, but unlike any man she had ever seen before. His silvery hair was expertly slicked back, and his gray eyes seem to pierce her very soul. He was oddly dressed, in her opinion, yet it made him seem even better looking. He was wearing what appeared to be black robes (But who on earth goes around wearing black robes... Marilyn Manson must be catching on here in the UK thought Elisabeth) and his outfit was a shocking contrast against his very pale skin. Elisabeth was very aware that it had become hard to breath. she gasped. (Come on, she scolded herself. It's not like you have never seen an attractive man before.) I was just trying to figure out where I am. I came to England on a a vacation of sorts. I decided to go exploring, but that has proven to be a very stupid idea. Now I'm lost.
He smiled at her. Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy, he said holding out his hand. Very nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy, she said, shaking his hand and noticing that he had flinched slightly when she addressed him. he said, smiling again. There was just something about that smile, Elisabeth noticed. Everytime.. it was almost like when he smiled, he was remembering some kind of private joke. Call me Draco. Elisabeth returned his smile. Can I? he asked, gesturing at the map. Oh of course, she replied. He looked at the map and frowned. He looked up at the innkeeper. No wonder, this is a muggle map.
Elisabeth was very confused. I'm sorry, she began. I am not familiar with all of the British slang. What is a muggle?
Draco and the innkeeper exchanged wary glances. He immediately recovered, trying to look rather amused. I assume from your accent that you are from America. Elisabeth nodded. And you mean to tell me that they don't have muggles in America? He laughed, but it was forced and fake. The innkeeper did the same. Elisabeth joined in the laughter, rather nervously. Come on now. I know America is supposed to seem too good to be true, but you can't possibly expect me to believe that it is populated purely by witches and wizards.
Elisabeth was now not only totally lost, but a little horrified as well.I-I-I'm sorry. I really have no idea what you are talking about. Witches? Wizards? Muggles? What are you talking about!?
Draco stopped laughing and leaned forward, his piercing gray eyes looking very deeply into hers. You're not a witch? he asked.
Nooo..um actually, I am Christian. Not that I am prejudiced towards those who practice the Wiccan faith, it's just not for me. Elisabeth had the sudden urge to run away screaming, but she managed to control herself.
All eyes were on here and the inn was filled with complete silence and an air of tension. Well I am obviously troubling you, Elisabeth said.I am sorry, I know I am just a stupid foreigner. This whole idea was very stupid. I will try to find some place else. Thank you very much. She started to turn around, but Draco seized her arm and spun her back around.
You aren't a witch, but you can see all of this? You can see Hogsmeade? Elisabeth was gripped by fear, but managed to respond. she sputtered.
The innkeeper saw how terrified the girl was and tried to help. My dear, she began warmly, if you are here in Hogsmeade, in the Three Broomsticks, you MUST be a with because only witches and wizards can see this village.
By this time Draco had released her arm and the woman's kind tone made her relax. This did not, however, make Elisabeth any less exasperated. She was an absolute loss for words.
Draco sighed and looked at the innkeeper. I'd like to buy another round of butterbeer. The innkeeper nodded and started to fill the mugs. Draco turned back to Elisabeth and put his arm around her. This time, his touch was very warm and gentle. I think, he began slowly, that you and I need to have a little chat, he said as he lead her towards a dark booth in the back of the inn. And you're definitely going to have to sit down for this one.