Disclaimer: I do not own anything but a few invented characters and the plot. Everything else is J.K. Rowling/Warner Bros. Material.

Special Note: I use real people for some characters. If you want to be in it just review and if I need a character I'll use you ; ).

In a magical library a tall red head with beautiful blue eyes and a huge fear of spiders stands near the door. He had just come looking for his project-partner before one of the most important nights of his life…

"Draco, Hey man 'sup?" Ron Weasley said, taking a seat at a table next to a stunning platinum blonde. He had always loved mimicking Americans with their stupid slang and nasally talk, especially when he was talking to his new relative. He still wasn't all too comfortable with the idea of being related to a Malfoy no matter how distantly (Draco's second cousin and Ron's uncle once removed). He hated even more that they had both been "sentenced" by Dumbledor to spend time together in the "Inter-House Outreach Program" or IHOP.

"Look Weasley, we may be related now… I can't believe that any Malfoy would ever stoop so low as to marry anything related to a Weasley… but, that does not give you permission to use my first name.," He spat and motioning to stick one of his perfectly manicured fingers down his throat. In truth, he was almost giddy that they were related. It would ease things enough that maybe he could get with one of Ron's friends. A certain smart-ass, with a great ass, and the most gorgeous green eyes he had ever seen. He just couldn't get his mind to focus when he saw or even thought about anyone with his prize. God, how could anyone be so perfect that even their flaws added to their appeal?

"Some one's a little touchy. Man, I am only trying to be friendly," Ron's snapped back. He had come a long way in means of dealing with Malfoy. He barely blushed anymore and the bitchy comments barely phased him.

"Shouldn't you be with Granger? I am remembering you droning on and on about an anniversary or something repulsive like that last night," Draco growled massaging his temples, trying to get either his obsession or his "co-chair" for IHOP gone.

"I am just stopping by to make sure that you have the poster shit done. I don't want to worry about it while I'm at dinner with her. Hey, wait. You were listening to me? Awwwww... You do care," Ron mocked, batting his light eyelashes and clasping his hands over his heart.

Oh no... I'm busted. He knows that I listen. Shit. Fuck. He'll think I am 'a decent human somewhere deep down' just like his pushy girl tried to tell me once last year. I am not! I have a heart of stone. Plus, she thought, I, Draco Malfoy, prince of Slytherin, would want her. Not in the least. I don't go for bushy brunettes. The only reason why put up with her was for her gorgeous green-eyed friend. Now there was a piece of art.

"How could I not have listened. That was all you talked about for three hours. Three fucking hours, man. I would have to be Merlin to be able to ignore that. And yes I do have it done," Draco half -yelled. It was true, that really was all that Ron had talked about, but even if he had only said it twice Draco would have remembered. He listened to everything Weasley said hoping to pick up even the slightest mention of his angel.

"Whatever you say." And with that Ron left. He couldn't be more excited. He was going out for his two-year anniversary with the woman that he had loved since the first time she corrected him in their first year on Halloween in Flitwick's class. Wingaurdium Leviosa. He would never forget those two little words.

"Oh my god there she is...", Draco breathed barely audible as he looked across to the door.

Author's Note: And you all thought he was into Harry. Draco may be a slight metro but he knows where it's at. L. (I love gay people but Draco just needs to be into girls.)

And there she was. His eyes probed her whole five foot four inch, healthy one hundred and forty pound form. Her face even with all its tiny scars was amazing, his eyes spent more time on her eyes. He loved those most. Under her golden eyelids and dark brown lashes were large pupils, coated in an ether-real green that was broken with flashes of gold all this intensity was contained within a thin circle of midnight blue. He traced a line with his eyes between hers and exactly in the center was her cute nose, below it were two slightly parted soft, plump, and glossed lips. He left her face to the blonde hair falling over a Huffelpuff robe, underneath, she wore a red hooded sweatshirt. The sleeves of which, were pushed up to her elbows revealing exactly thirteen multi-colored sex-bracelets split between her barely tanned wrists, slightly lower he spotted chipped pink nail polish on her short fingers, which clasped a half-full water bottle with the label ripped off. Below that she wore a pair of sexy, light blue Tilt jeans with palm trees and a hut on the ass pockets, held up by a stared black belt with a spinning hubcap buckle. He could spot the outline of a few Sickles and Knuts on her hip. He followed muscular legs to her favorite pair of leather thongs that crept between the first two toes on each foot with pink polish to match her hands.

"Lauren! Oh there you are. Lauren we got to go. Hermione needs to borrow your pink jacket but its locked in your trunk!"

The angel, she speaks He thought to himself. Draco. You sound like Romeo. Don't do that. It is queer. All the readers thought that you were gay already. Don't give them anymore reasons to, He thought again. Oh yeah. Sorry He thought apologetically.

"'Ma, Oh my gosh. I thought I left it out. Shit. -Oh, sorry Madame Pince," Called the girl who was always at the Draco's angel's side as she hastily gathered her things, spilled a jar of ink and ran across to join her friend.

Why can't that bitch just use her real name. It's so gorgeous – Alma-. I just love it; even more when you add in a middle name. How does 'Alma Maritza Malfoy' sound? Hmmm. Fucking wicked, I think.

Author's Note: Okay, Alma is in Huffelpuff because she is so much of everything; brains, guts, slyness and common sense. So the Sorting Hat just asked her what her "favorite color" was (pink and black) and that just didn't work. So it asked her "favorite food" (Sushi), still nothing. So he asked her to pick a random cartoon character, (Kenny from south park.) Nothing. So the hat got sick of trying to classify her and was like, "pick a number" (3) and that was Huffelpuff in Reverse Alphabetical Order (Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and then Griffindor). And that was the Story of how Alma became a Hufflepuff.

Author's Note 2: Please Review my story. Critiques are always welcome and I will try to Update every week. I am like super busy so it may not always happen. If you want to be in the story leave your name, age, what you want to look like, and like any ideas of how you may want to be used in it. I would also love ideas as far as where you would like this story to go.

LOVE YOU ALL FOREVER AND TODAY,

Cydni "Malfoy".

Here it is the end of chappy numero Uno --- .