Disclaimer: I don't own a damn thing. J.K.Rowling owns everything. Although I would be willing to buy Draco...mwahahahaha.

Elisabeth was startled when she woke up in the unfamiliar room, but quickly began to recall the events of the previous day. It all seemed like a dream. She looked at her watch, which told her it was ten. Ahhh, I must have been worn out! She sat up, noticing something that wasn't there last night. A cart stood at the end of the bed with a very gourmet looking breakfast atop it. All at once she was very aware of how hungry she was. Elisabeth jumped out of bed and ate her breakfast. Afterwards, she got dressed and ready and crept out of her room. She didn't know where to go, she was sure if she strayed too far she would get lost. She was too lost in thought to notice Draco come up behind her. Good Morning, he said. She jumped. Oh! To you too!. Thank you very much for the food, it was wonderful.
Ahh well, don't thank me. Thank our house elf. She raised in eyebrow, but decided not to ask. The two stood in silence for a few moments, then Draco spoke again.
Elisabeth, I know it's early but....... have you had time to... think things over?
Elisabeth paused, then replied. Yes. And I was thinking, I don't have a lot of ties back home. I mean, I never got very close with my adoptive parents even though they raised me since I was a baby, and I don't have any close friends, really. It seems like what you are offering would give me far more opportunities than I would have otherwise, and it certainly sounds more interesting. So yes, I think I will take you up on your offer.
Draco's face lit up and he hugged her, a surprise to both of them. You are really making the right choice. Now, of course there are tons of things to do. We will need to get your belongings from wherever you have been staying, as well as all of your things from back home. We can just apparrate them back here..there's plenty of room. And I suppose you will have to get all of your affairs in order.. your house, job, etc.
Elisabeth's mind was spinning..so much so that she didn't even think about how she had no idea what it meant to something.

*Two Weeks Later*

There was a knock at the door. Come in, called Elisabeth. Draco entered. She looked up from her computer and smiled at him.
Draco returned her smile. Hello there! I have some news. The Ministry of Magic has approved my request for you to be privately tutored, and Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster is currently working on a lesson plan for you.
That's great! Oh, but I am so nervous.. I hope I can do all of this. Draco put a comforting arm around her shoulders. Of course you can do this, don't you worry. But that's not all. Witch Weekly wants to interview you. Everyone is excited to hear about you, the last remaining Foster. But of course, I told them to wait a while. You have a lot to deal with right now. Elisabeth nodded appreciatively.
Draco looked around him. Elisabeth's affairs had been settled and as of yesterday, they had gotten all of her remaining belongings situated inside the manor. Some of these things were very odd to him. For instance, this.. what was it called? Oh yes, a computer. She was quite fond of it. But like many of her things it required ekilticy.. no wait that wasn't a word. Oh yes, electricity. He recalled the first few days she stayed here. She had wanted to dry and style her hair using muggle contraptions. He told her that he could teach her some simple spells and charms to get the job done, but she insisted on using them anyway. Instead, he taught her a spell that would power them without using ekil.... well whatever it was.
He looked back at Elisabeth. Tomorrow I am going to take you to see an old..well I guess I shouldn't exactly say rather a schoolmate of mine, Hermione Granger. Dumbledore suggested I contact her and ask for her help when tutoring you. She always was the top of her class. She is a muggle born, so I am sure that the two of you will get along quite nicely. Although I can't say she fancies me very much, but I don't think that will prejudice her against you.
Elisabeth eyed him warily. Why don't you get along?
Draco sighed. This was going to be a long story, so he took a seat. Look Elisabeth, I haven't told you enough about my family. They are..or were....a horrible lot. I told you about the wizard that went bad..Voldemort. Well my father, Lucius, was in league with him. Several other families were as well. They called themselves Death Eaters. They longed to rid the world of everyone who was not a pureblood, and carried out there plans in the most horrible ways. I had a horrid childhood. I was expected to live up t my father's expectations or perish. I was beaten and abused in order to shape' me, to make me obedient. My mother never did anything because my father did the same to her. I was taught to hate all those who were and associated with muggles or half blooded wizards that we called mudbloods.' However, that term was rather offensive and vulgar. I am afraid that I wasn't a very pleasant person during my school years, especially to Hermione Granger and her friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. I was insanely jealous of Harry. He was a celebrity. His parents had also been killed by Voldemort, and then he was raised by his horrible, muggle aunt and uncle. I should introduce the two of you.. I am sure you he would like to meet you. Anyway, somehow as a baby he seemed to stop Voldemort, and continued to do so during our years at Hogwarts. Our last year, however, a war broke out in the wizarding world. Voldemort was defeated, but before he was killed he killed my father. As bad as this sounds, that was the happiest day of my life. This left me an orphan, seeing as how my father had killed my mother a few months before. Elisabeth was horrified, but Draco continued. Anyway, many of the Death Eaters were killed as well, and any that were left disbanded and went into hiding. This meant that I no longer had to be shaped by my horrible family name. I inherited everything and got to live as I wish. It's been hard getting people to trust me again, but I think people are slowly starting to realize that I am not all bad. But my father did a lot of horrible things. It's understandable that a lot of people still don't trust me. He looked deeply into her eyes. But there is no reason not to. No reason at all. They sat in silence for a few moments.
I-I'm so sorry Draco. ....about everything you had to endure. That's just awful. And I believe you. I trust you. It had been a long time since any girl had looked at him like like.. so genuine and loving. In fact, he wondered if anyone had EVER at all. In his young life he had his share of lovers, but they had all been evil girls. Like that trash Pansy Parkinson from Hogwarts. No decent girl would have been even loosely associated with him. And now those who were evil were either dead or in hiding, and the decent girls still wouldn't associate with him. No one trusted him. It had been a very long time since he had been with anyone. Not that it had ever meant anything. He had never loved them. They were all too horrible to love. But then again, there was a time when the same could have been said about him. Draco came back out of his thoughts, returning to Elisabeth's gaze. He wanted very much to kiss her, but repressed the urge. He did not want to take advantage of her and the situation. She was, after all, putting her very life in his hands.
Draco stood up. Well, I think I will go about arranging a meeting with Ms. Granger. Hopefully we can do it tomorrow, but I will see. And once again Elisabeth was alone in the room.