Author's Note: I hope ya'll enjoy Part One of the Slytherin Lust and Jealously series. I'm sorry if the writing sucks but I'm learning and taking it one step at a time. I hope each will be better than the next but please help me out by rating and reviewing. It'll really help me out. Thanks and enjoy chapters 1 and 2. Chapter 3 will be here soon!

Chapter 1

As they trudged through the endless rows of tents, Anneliese wondered if they'd ever find this stupid tent. She still wasn't happy about being here because she hated Qudditch, her father knew that, so why did she have to come anyway? She looked up at her mother who was arm-linked with her father. They were both chatting quietly to themselves; they had been doing that a lot lately. Every time Anneliese had asked if everything was alright, they would both become very cold and tell her to leave them alone.

She then looked to the side at her younger sister who was looking around at the sights, clearly fascinated. Anneliese never looked at things liked that anymore. What happened? She herself still wasn't sure, maybe age; maybe she was trying to make herself seem older to impress the social aspects of her life. Wasn't there a kid still underneath there though?

As quickly as she started thinking about it, her mother and father stopped. "We are here," her father said. Anneliese looked up and saw a sign that said KRAYLONS. The family walked into the tent and as soon as they did, she was reminded of something that Muggles called a "hotel room". She had learned about it in Muggle Studies, which had been highly protested against by her father and mother, but a requirement to transfer from Durmstrang. "Alright girls," Mrs. Kraylons began "Just find a room and get settled in." Both of the girls nodded and went to search.

Quickly, Anneliese found her room and closed the flap that made up for the door. She took a quick glance around and smiled. Well, I'll just think about it as staying at someone's home. She thought to herself. Anneliese went over to the bed and laid back. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Just remember, it's only for 5 days. You'll be back home in no time." She opened her eyes again. "There's got to be SOMETHING to do around here…."

Draco sat outside of his family's' tent watching the people as they walked by, always being able to find something wrong with them as they walked by. Nobody was ever quite good enough for the Malfoys taste. They were, of course, the only family who showed all traits of wizarding-family perfection…at least, that's what the public was always supposed to know. The Malfoys were supposed to be the role-model family that everyone should love and hate.

Lucius stepped out of the tent looking extremely dressed, even more so than regular.

Draco looked back to his father, "Why so dressy father? It's only the Qudditch World Cup."

Lucius glared at his son, "Draco, it does not matter what the occasion, a Malfoy ALWAYS looks his best. We have a reputation and we must always hold it. Wizards and witches alike look up to us. Do I honestly need to say anymore, Draco? I've told you this countless amount of times."

Draco quickly shook his head, "No father, I understand."

"Good." Lucius tugged at his gloves and began to walk away, "I have a meeting to attend to. I do not know how long it will last but I'll be back as soon as it's over with. Your mother knows where I am and she'll be leaving shortly as well to visit with some of her friends. While we're gone, don't do anything to embarrass us. Oh and go get a bucket of water for the tent." He stopped. "The bloody council wouldn't let us bring our house-elves….of all the nerve. Actually having to act like real Muggles. What a disgrace." He started again and walked out of sight.

Draco was once again alone. However it was alright. That's the way he liked it. He liked not having his father there to criticize his every move or to always put so much pressure on him. No Draco thought to himself I shouldn't think that. Everything he does it just to help me become a better man and wizard. Everything he says is right about me. I act ungrateful for what I have. There, he felt better now.

Now that his little moment was over, it was time to go and find Crabbe and Goyle's tent. They had to be here by now surely. He stood up, wiped himself off and opened the flap of the Malfoy tent. "Mum! I'm off to find Crabbe and Goyle. I'll be back before dinner."

Narcissa Malfoy appeared from a corner with a dishcloth in her hands, wiping a glass. "Alright. I'll be leaving in a few minutes as well, I'm sure your father has already told you. Have fun dear." She turned to begin walking back to the kitchen when she stopped and turned to Draco once more, "Oh and Draco dear, please make sure to bring a bucket of water back with you, otherwise your father will be upset." She gave him a nod and disappeared once again.

Draco stood there a few seconds longer and then grabbed the bucket from the side of the tent and began his search. Dear God he thought THEY should be the ones looking for me. Not the other way around! I'm going to give them an earful when I meet up with them. Mark my words. As he made his way through the newly-arrived wizards and witches, he gave them all scowling glances. Occasionally, he saw girls looking at him dreamily, some looking at him and whispering with friends and giggling. How he loved the attention. He couldn't have asked for any better genes.

He soon found himself at the well, no sign of Crabbe or Goyle yet. Figures he thought they're probably stuffing their faces or they got lost. He tired the bucket to a small crane on the well and began to lower the bucket down into the deep depths of the well. As soon as he heard a small splash, he waited for a second and then began raising the bucket up. Once it reached the top, he unhooked the bucket and set it down on the side once more. He took a deep breath and looked into the water of the bucket, seeing his reflection. He stood there bending over the bucket and never taking his eyes off the water. This was him. Perfect in everyway, right? Great looks and a built body that girls swooned over for hours on end. It couldn't be any better. Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts….

Erin made her way to the well, taking in the sights and sounds as she walked. It felt so good to be here. This was the first time she'd been out ever since transferring to Durmstrang last fall. She complained, moaned and groaned for too long now and she finally accepted that she had to move on. She would never be going back to Hogwarts; she'd never get to see Draco again, period. There was no way around it. She tried to mail him a few times but she never got an answer back. Oh well, she knew she was better of without him. Her last year at Hogwarts was full of so much drama that she didn't even want to think about it.

Next thing she knew, she was nearing the well when she saw someone bending over by the well. It was a boy. 6'0, sleeked back blonde hair…the back of him looked quite familiar. No way. She thought to herself it couldn't be. Erin walked slowly over to the boy who still hadn't noticed her arrival. She stopped when she was a few feet away from him and then spoke, "Draco…..?"