Disclaimer: Please, people. I don't own anything. All JK Rowling. My offer to buy Malfoy still stands.

A/N: I was reading through The Goblet of Fire and realized that I made a mistake in Chapter one. Draco doesn't actually look much like his mother, he looks like his father. A lot like him. I also had a couple spelling mistakes, but you will just have to deal with those. So there are my mistakes and I have corrected them. Enjoy part two!

Chapter Two

'Pipsy!'

'Yes Master Draco?'

'Is my trunk packed?'

'Yes young master.'

'My new books and robes as well?'

'Yes young master. Pipsy is making sure of all this herself, sir.'

'Good. You are dismissed.' Pipsy bowed and scuttled out of the room. Draco sighed. He looked around the room to check for anything he may have forgotten. His eyes rested on a picture beside his bed. It was of himself and his mother when he was around four. She was beautiful as ever. In the picture, Draco was sitting up straight and looking directly at the camera. He had been taught to obey so young and so forcefully. The poor child wasn't even smiling. Draco stared as his four-year-old self blinked up at him seriously. Draco picked up the frame and put it in his bag.

'Master Draco, sir?' Draco turned to see that the elf had returned.

'What is it?'

'Your father, Master Malfoy, is wanting to see you before you are leaving for school, sir.' Draco sneered and the elf squeaked in fear and scurried out of the room.

Damn the bastard, he thought as he made his way down to his fathers den. Lucius had rendered the room unplottable so that his whereabouts could not be disclosed.

Draco reached the room and stood at the door, waiting. A moment later, his father recognized his presence.

'Ah, yes, Draco. Come in.' Draco stepped in and sat down quietly, waiting for his father to speak. In his years, Draco had at least learned not to fuck with Lucius Malfoy. Speak when spoken to or Salazaar help you...

'This, Draco,' Lucius said, 'this is your last year of School. The very last. For the past 7 years, your performance as a student has been what I could scarcely call satisfactory.'

You stupid, buggering son of a whoring bitch—Draco struggled to stay calm. His father couldn't and never would be proud of anything he did. He had to calm down, he was truly afraid of what Lucius would do if he really angered him.

'I apologize, father.'

'Apologies do nothing for me, Draco. This year you will excel and far surpass that stupid Mudblood Granger.' Draco inwardly sighed. He knew she'd be dragged into this. Damn the stupid know-it-all; now Lucius was angrier.

'How dare you allow that disgusting, unworthy wretch of a human being rise above you?' Lucius spat. 'You are a Malfoy, and I will not stand for it and neither will the Dark Lord. He has Plans for you, Draco, but if you do not prove yourself, you will be punished.'

The Dark Lord can go fuck himself for all I care, Draco thought his facial expression set in stone.

'Yes, father.' Lucius snorted.

'Be off with you then.'

'Yes father.' Draco said bowing out of the room. He was angry beyond words. His stupid father. How dare he accuse him, Draco, of inadequate intelligence? He was only second to the Mudblood, and she knew EVERYTHING. What chance in hell was there that he'd beat her?

'Argh!' Draco punched one of the doors as he hurried down the corridor, leaving a large hole. He shook his hand out and continued on to his room. How he hated Lucius. How he'd love to inflict pain on him. So much pain. Like the pain he'd felt when Lucius put the Cruciatus Curse on him. Lucius had started punishing Draco with it when he was 8. Narcissa protested, but there was little she could do against Lucius.

Draco reached his room and all his luggage had been sent off to the Platform already save the bag with his Hogwarts robes. He picked up the bag and, having passed his Apparation test with flying colours, apparated onto Platform 9 ¾. He arrived with a loud pop.

Draco looked round seeing all of the same stupid people he had been forced to go to school with for the past 7 years. He sneered and leant up against a pillar looking rather bored. Then, something, or really, someone, caught his eye.

A girl.

She's gorgeous, he thought looking at her carefully. Her long raven coloured hair was parted so one honey coloured eye was covered. She was tall, a few inches shy of Draco's height, but she looked even taller because of her knee high boots. She was wearing a white button down shirt which had only two fastened buttons. This of course gave Draco, and all of the other guys staring at her, ample view of her cleavage and midriff. She also had on a black skirt that reached above the knee. Now I know I've never seen her before, he thought. There's no one like that at Hogwarts.

He approached her and saw that she looked a bit confused.

'Excuse me, do you need help?' he asked as kindly as he could.

'Oh. Err, hello,' she said in a predominantly British accent. Draco could hear hint of an American drawl and something else as she spoke. 'Well, yes I do. I am rather lost; this is my first time doing this you know. I'm a transfer.'

'Oh, from which school?'

'The Beauxbatons Academy in France.'

'Oh, so you speak French,' he said lamely trying to prolong the conversation.

'Yes, I do,' she smiled at him and he couldn't help but to lick his lips as her eyes passed over him.

'Well, what can I help you with?'

'Oh, well, first, where does all this go?' she asked gesturing toward her trunk and bags.

'Right over here, Wingardium Leviosa!' Draco levitated her belongings and took them to the train's baggage car.

'Right then. So, what about seating? Do we sit by house on the train or…?'

'No, you sit with how ever you want to sit with.'

'Fair enough,' she said smiling appealingly. 'What house are you in?'

'I'm in Slytherin. Do you know what house you're in yet?'

'Oh yeah, I visited Hogwarts over the summer and I was sorted into Gryffindor.'

Brilliant, Draco thought unhappily. Saint Potter will have charm her into being one of his followers before I can get a word out.

'Are you a pureblood?' he asked hopefully.

'Err, no. My mother was, but my father's father was a muggleborn so I'm sort of a half blood.'

Damn it.

'What about you?'

'I'm a pureblood. My family rather prides itself on that fact.'

'I see,' she said flipping her hair back. 'You know, I never caught your name there.'

'Oh, I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy,' he said, feeling rather stupid for not introducing himself earlier.

'My name is Arielle Wilder.' She held out her hand. He took it gently and shook. He gave her his world famous smirk and she let go gingerly.

'Well it was nice meeting you, Draco,' she said picking up her school bag. 'I'll see you at school.' She turned around and walked away, still smiling at him. Draco stared after her. This year might actually turn out all right after all.

'Enjoy you last year, Hermione!' Mrs. Granger shouted after Hermione when they reached King's Cross Station.

'I'll see you, mum!' Hermione yelled back. She rolled her trolley through the station. She sort of missed muggle London; shopping on Oxford Street, walking through the gardens around Buckingham, but she wouldn't give up being a witch for the world. Hermione reached Platforms 9 and 10 and walked quickly through the barrier onto 9 ¾. Hermione smiled softly when she saw the great red steam engine. She looked around, happy to be back for her last year at Hogwarts, and as Head Girl! She sighed and rolled her trolley to the baggage car, looking round for any sight of Harry and Ron. And who should she see but the very antithesis: Malfoy. The stupid little prat. He had been a plague upon the trio for the last 6 years; name calling, blackmailing, cheating. Ooh, she'd give anything to hex him into next week without getting in trouble.

But, wait? Who was he talking to? A girl. A very attractive one at that. Hermione snorted. Leave it to Malfoy to attack the new girl. Of course it was part of his job as school sex god. Hermione watched her smile at him and looked taken aback. What on earth could he possibly be saying that could make her smile??? Hermione watched her walking away and hurried after her.

'Erm, hello? Hi, I'm Hermione Granger. I'm the head girl so; I just wanted to introduce myself.'

'Oh, hello, I'm Arielle Wilder. I'm a transfer from Beauxbatons. It's nice to meet you,' she said holding out her hand.

'Nice to meet you too,' Hermione said, offering her hand as well. 'Do you know what house you're in?'

'Oh, yes, I visited Hogwarts over the summer and I was sorted into Gryffindor. What house are you in?'

'Gryffindor,' she said smiling. 'I hope to see a lot of you this year.' Hermione looked around again and saw Harry and Ron coming through the barrier. 'Oh look, there are my friends, let me introduce them to you. Hey, Harry! Ron!' They'd both gotten much taller and she could tell they'd been playing a lot of hard quidditch over the summer from the bruises on their new fit physiques.

'Cheers, Hermione,' Harry said giving her a hug. 'You look f-fantastic.'

'Thanks,' she said turning slightly pink. 'Well guys this is Arielle, she's new here.'

Harry and Ron turned to see Arielle for the first time and their jaws dropped.

'Err, hi,' Arielle said quietly. Ron nodded brusquely and Harry stuttered a quick hello.

'Well, I'll see you all later; I've got to get up to the heads compartment.' That snapped Harry out of it.

'Oh, Hermione, you got Head Girl, congratulations!'

'Thanks again. Any idea who's head boy?'

'As long as it's not that wanker Malfoy, I'm happy,' Ron said still staring.

'You mean Draco?' Arielle asked softly. 'Why don't you like him? He was rather nice to me when I met him.'

'I'm sure you'll find out, Arielle, that he can be a real pain in the ass,' Ron said fiercely. Arielle smiled and Ron melted again.

'Well, let's find a compartment, it's almost 11 o'clock,' Harry said checking his watch. 'Would you like to sit with us, Arielle?' Arielle accepted and the three of them made their way to the usual compartment as Hermione headed to the front of the train.

A/N: end of chapter! I am enjoying this. I am. I'm so afraid that I'll get stuck though, but no! I shall overcome! Please Review, the little button is just down there! Cheers all.