Draco Malfoy walks out of the grim looking shop in Knockturn Alley in anger, closing the door with unnecessary force. The shop's attendant, Borgin, had angered him by refusing point-blank to purchase-no- even look at the old trinket that Draco had painstakingly smuggled out of the Malfoy Manor, his own home, making him feel like a low life burglar.

The tall handsome teenager puts his hands into the pockets on the outside of his black robes. Like his father once said, as black as a Malfoy's heart. Draco weaves his way into the crowd in Diagon Alley carefully; making sure no one sees him coming from the side alley that connects the two main, yet very different places. Giving out an aura of grumpiness, Draco mutters darkly under his breath while under the pretence of window shopping.

"Bloody Burkins. Apparently the old man has lost it. Forgotten the generous amount of money that generations of Malfoys have spent there. Without the Malfoys there won't be any Borgin and Bukes. That old man would probably been living in a drain, feasting on dead rats."

He found the dark mutterings of his had made his mood lighter and had taken off all the problems in his mind. A small smile suddenly appears. But, just like it appear; the smile disappears quickly, very quickly. His grey eyes narrows as he spots two of his school mates. More like school enemies. Potter and the Weasel King heads towards the Weasleys' Joke Shop. The owners of the shop, the Weasel King's twin brothers had had success in the sales department ever since it's opening day.

The problems that were once gone from his mind came back to him with a thump. Draco sighs loudly. After the incident at the Department Of Mystery, his father had been sent straight away to Azkaban, leaving him with the responsibility of man of the house, or in his case. Man of the manor. It would have been easier if his mother was more... herself.

Distraught with the punishment inflicted on her husband, Narcissa Malfoy had been losing her senses for the past year and had resorted to comforting herself with generous amount of whisky. Draco had ordered the house elf to hide the manor's whisky supply. Lucius' capture had made the family name experienced something new, the downfall of the Malfoys. The wizarding community no longer looks up at them.

Somehow, with this happening, Narcissa had instill a baseless fear inside her mind that her son would leave her the moment he has money to call his own and had put a restriction on her son's account in Gringgots. Because of this Draco can't withdraw any money from his account until he goes to Hogwarts, when his mother will take off the restriction.

"I can run away even in Hogwarts, not like I want to. I'm not a coward like Father." Because of this, Draco had resolved into sneaking something from his house just to get some money for his spending." Bloody, I'm poor as that Weasley now,"

Draco pushes a strand of hair away from his eyes. At that moment, something, or someone bumps into him, hard and he catches a faint scent of blueberry, his favorite kind of berry. Draco was off his guard that he falls to the ground with a bump. Anger rage in his body. His body hurts, especially his bottom and one thing that he really hates is being embarrassed in front of a crowd. Acting like he normally does, Draco opens his mouth to snap at the offender when a voice with a different accent than he used to suddenly says,

"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was heading," the owner extends a hand to Draco. Surprising himself, Draco took the soft hand and stands up, looking into a pair of violet colored eyes and for the first time in his life, Draco didn't say a thing, instead, he just looks at the pair of beautiful eyes.

The owner pulls Draco to the side, away from the main stream and finally noticing the intense stare from the pair of grey eyes from the guy she had bumped into. Those grey eyes look so soulful and beautiful. She stares into the grey eyes for a moment then something came to her senses.

"I'm so sorry." she decides to break it.

The voice wakes Draco back to his senses. He could feel the heat creeping up his pale face and rubs both of his hand together, a sign that shows he's uncomfortable.

"Erm, sure. Never mind. I wasn't looking myself," a first. He had never admitted fault to anything.

"Oh no, I spoilt your robes. It's dirty," without warning, she begins patting the dust off on Draco's shoulder. Too shock by this act of intimacy, Draco takes that moment to look at the face in front of him.

Medium length jet black hair frames her honey colored sweet face. Her soft lips, pink, not red, seems very irresistible and not to mention, kissable. She looks...what's that place...yes, Asian. She's a few inches shorter than him but being tall himself, she's a bit above the average height. His eyes wander to her body, just like a normal teenage boy will do but didn't see much. She's wearing a regular pair of jeans and a long sleeved black shirt with a picture of a butterfly on it.

One thing that Draco is certain about this stranger is that she's foreign and probably here for a holiday or something. As Draco's eyes sweeps over her face for a second time, he had to fight a tiny urge to kiss those pinkish lips.

The girl smiles at the handsome teenager in front of her as she stops brushing off the dust, catching a faint scent of peppermint. She looks at his straight platinum blond hair with some of it hung loosely over his grey eyes. He looks so pale, as if sick but oddly, the paleness makes him look much more good looking. She notices the intense stare again. Maybe he thinks my eyes are something fake.

"They're real. I didn't put on contact lenses," she gestures towards her eyes. She sense confusion in his face.

"Contact lenses?" It took her strength not to laugh at the look on this stranger's face. She smiles a small smile.

"Never mind. It's a muggle thing. You're pureblood, aren't you?"

"Yeah," a little too defensively. For Draco, being a pureblood is something to be proud of and gloat about but with this girl, he felt a bit weird in admitting to it." What is she doing to me? First, she captivates me with her eyes now she's making me feel ashamed in being a pureblood!"

"I figure. Usually purebloods don't know many things about the muggle world," sensing the defensiveness, she hastily continues," But it's not really something that we should talk about. By the way, I'm Violet. My parents named me that because of my eyes."

The first thing that came to Draco's mind was what a beautiful name Violet is. It really suits her. It took him a few seconds to register the fact that he hasn't told his name yet." I'm Draco." he tries to say it with usual swagger but fail terribly. He tries to manage a small smile, hoping that the girl won't notice what he had just tried.

Violet repeats the handsome youth name. To Draco, his name sounds ten times better when she said it. He looks around, searching for ideas. He spots the plastic bag in her hands, containing some black dress robes that look quite familiar.

"You're from Hogwarts? I've never seen you before?" he gestures toward the bag. In his mind he thought, "How did I miss this beautiful being?"

"Kind of. I'm starting my sixth year," seeing the confused look on Draco's face, she offers an explanation," I've been home schooled for the last five years and when I got my O,W.L.S result, Professor Dumbledore sent me a letter inviting me to continue my study at Hogwarts."

Draco's face breaks into a smile. Yes! She's going to Hogwarts! I'm going to meet her!" Cool. I'm going to be in the sixth year too". Violet looks at her watch and looks back at Draco's face with tiny regret in her eyes.

"Erm, I got to go. I promised someone that I'll meet them at Bortish and Blotts," she extends a soft hand, waiting for Draco's. He accepts it and try to say something" Sure. See you in Hogwarts.

"But in his heart, he yells" Don't go! I want to look into your beautiful eyes and smell that blueberry scent of yours!

With reluctance Draco let go of her hand, staring into her eyes, seeing the beauty in it. Her eyes, he decided, is the window to her soul. Violet felt the tug on her hand and the intense stare from Draco. She looks into his grey eyes, which is probably the most sincere eyes she had ever seen. Right now, it shows sincere regret in letting her hand go.

"Bye,"

"Bye,"

And so, they parted on their own ways. Violet to the meeting with someone and Draco to wherever his feet will take him. As Draco continues walking, he had forgotten why he was in such a foul mood before, he had forgotten all about Burgin and his mother. All he thought of was Violet and how, for the first time, excited he is to go to Hogwarts and start his sixth year. For the first time in the summer, Draco Malfoy felt happy.

(A/N this is my third chapter, please review. oh yeah, Menawan is a word meaning captivating in Bahasa.)