"Riley! Hurry up!" Mother called.

I covered my head. Nope, nuh-uh, no way in hll am I getting up to go to that git's home! I thought.

"Riley! I swear that if you don't get up, I will get you up! And I can pretty much guarantee that you will find my methods, as you say, 'cruel and unusual!"

"Fine!" I yelled back, peeling the covers off of my body.

My mother walked in. She snapped the sheet right off of my bed.

"For pity's sake woman! I said I'll get dressed and get up!" I squealed, cringing as the icy air hit my body.

"Yes, well, you aren't up yet. Do try to hurry, or we'll be late! You know how I hate to keep Lucius and Narciessia waiting on us, most times, you, Riley." My mother was pretty well miffed, so I decided that I should just grin and bear it.

I walked into the shower and stripped down . I stepped inside and pulled the curtain.

When I was finished, I found that one of our house elves had brought a towel and fresh clothes for me. I smiled.

Even though my parents were, let's just say, not the best witch and wizard around, and they didn't hang out with a crowd of them either, I stilled liked the elves. They were quite adorable to watch, what with all the bowing and the "Miss" and "Master" crap.

"RILEY!" I heard my father yell.

"Coming!" I yelled back. The last thing I wanted was my father angry. He was pretty scary.

I put on the black tail-skirt and the black top with the red fish-net sleeves.

I grabbed my trunk and drug it to the top of the stairs while trying to put my knee-highs on in the process.

I ended up tripping and falling flat on my face.

"OW!" I whined, picking myself up as a house elf peeked around the corner to see what was going on.

"Is Miss okay? Can Zepher do anything to help Miss?" the small elf said.

"I'm fine," I muttered in disgust. I picked myself up and went down the rest of the steps.

"Look who finally decided to show up," my brother, Cyle (said like Kyle) smirked from in front of the fire.

"Look who's talking. You haven't been around here in, what, five years?" I said, dragging my trunk to the fireplace.

"I've been busy," he said with a shrug.

"Are you going with this year?" I said, sitting on my trunk and waiting for my parents.

"Nah. I'm busy."

"Doing what, may I ask?"

The only thing he said was, "None of your business, little sis," before dear old Mummy and Daddy walked in.

"Malfoy Manor!" my father said, very clearly as he disappeared into the green flames.

"We're going now!" I yelled. "I didn't eat!"

"Eat when you get there! Malfoy Manor!" Mother yelled.

"Ciao, Cyle…Malfoy Manor!"

Great. One more summer with Prince Cold Heart his and demonic family…Not my idea of fun.

The spinning stopped and I fell forward onto the foyer floor inside Malfoy Manor.

My parents were no where in sight.

"Not very graceful, are you?" a voice drawled from the corner.

My head snapped in the direction of the voice. There, leaning in the corner and smirking that stupid, oh-so-well-known smirk of his was none other Prince Cold Heart himself; Draco Malfoy.

"Go shag a newt, Malfoy," I snarled.

"Ooooo. Not very nice, are we?" He walked over and stood in front of me as I picked myself up.

"Thank you ever so much for helping me up. Stupid prat."

"You're not very nice, are you?" he repeated.

"Not to you," I snarled back at him.

He smirked as I picked my trunk and bag up from the floor.

"You know, Thompson, you should seriously think of wearing skirts more often…you know, after you loose a few pounds…"

"Why you little-"I took my hand to back-hand him, but he caught it.

"Now, why would you want to do something like that, Thompson?" His face was centimeters from mine and I felt his warm breath on my cheek.

I shuttered and my heart raced…but…why?

"You're staying in the same room this year. Don't leave your stuff this year!" He let go of my wrist, but still remained that close to me. "What are staring at?"

"Your ugly face, Malfoy. Now, get out of my way!" That was more like it. The way things were meant to be.

Draco Malfoy and Riley Thompson (i.e. me) were not to like each other and get along! It's unnatural! Not to mention sick…

I drug my stuff up to my room and threw it down on the floor.

I put on jeans and headed down the steps again.

Near the bottom, I spotted Draco waiting for me. My heart fluttered and I missed a step, causing me to fall down the last few.

Draco caught me.

"Thanks…"

"Anytime, Riley," Draco said, still holding me close.

Then he leaned in and kissed me.

On instinct, I pulled away. "What the hll are you doing!"

I pulled away from his grip and stormed out into the gardens behind the house.

I automatically thought of a Disney song…I won't say I'm in Love.

It was odd…

I started humming it as I walked around in the gardens. I saw Draco practicing Quidditch and leaned on a tree to watch.

The last few words I said out loud… "At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love…"

I watched him for a while until he landed.

"You could improve your dives, you know, Malfoy…"

"Like you could do any better?" he sneered, locking his broom into the broom closet and taking his guards and pads off.

"Probably…"

"Draco! Riley! Come in here for a minute!"

I sighed and followed Draco to the Sitting Lounge, making faces at his back the whole time.

"What?" we said together.

"Dears, we have some news…"

"Mother," I interrupted, "I would be your dear. Him-" I jerked my head at Draco "-he would more along the lines of a bull."

No one laughed and I received a murderous glare from Malfoy.

"As I was saying, we have some news. The house, it will be sold at the end of the summer."

"Who's?" Draco and I said, once again in unison. Our looks to one another shot daggers at each other.

"Ours, Riley," Mother said with a sigh. "But Lucius and Narciessia have been oh-so-kind enough to allow us to stay here!"

I stared at her. "Y-you're kidding, right? Th-this is a joke! And a very bad one at that!" I yelled. "H-how long?"

"Until we find another suitable home, Riley. It won't be that bad-"

"THAT BAD?" I yelled. "Every summer is 'that bad' any Christmas party has been 'that bad' and now you expect us to live in the same house as one another and not kill each other! This living, I'll do, but I'm not making any promises as to whether or not I'll kill him!"

"She does have a point, Mrs. Thompson," Draco said.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" I yelled, turning on my heel and storming out of the room.

This summer just kept getting better and better!

"Riley?" Mother said, knocking on my door around nine o'clock that night.

I had locked myself in my guest room and refused to come out for anything. I hadn't eaten all day and I was beginning to feel the effects on my body.

"Go away," I muttered softly.

"Riley, I'm sorry about this. We found out this morning and…Well, I guess it's better this way, I mean, you and Draco hating each other. It would make things a lot more difficult if you two fell in love and started dating…Living in the same house and all. Imagine all of the trouble you could get into!"

I choked at Mum's words. "Mother! Believe me! You will have no worries of that happening!"

"Good. Goodnight, Riley, dear."

"'Night, Mum…" I said, yawning.

Mother walked out and once again I was left alone. I showered and changed into my pajamas (hot pink Tinker Bell pants and a black tank).

Around midnight, I snuck out of my room to find a house elf or the kitchens.

I was half way there, when I reached a very narrow flight of stairs. I started to descend them, but I suddenly felt dizzy and I missed a step. I fell down the entire flight of steps and stopped at a landing about five hundred steps down from where I started. I reached up to feel my head, and found that I had a good number of deep gashes in my head and a few on my face.

My one ankle hurt like mad and I thought that it was broken. I was stuck there until someone found me. I was scared because I was bleeding really badly and I didn't want to bleed to death. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the stone wall behind me.

I heard footsteps running towards me, but I didn't have enough strength in me to open my eyes and see who it was.

"Cyle?" I mumbled, thinking that my older bother showed after all. The person picked me up bridal style and carried me up the steps.

No response.

I lifted my head and opened my eyes a tiny bit. I caught a glimpse of white-blonde hair, and passed out in Draco's arms…