Author's Note: This is one of the first fics that I ever started to write. Write now I have about ten chapters in sequence, and a lot more out of sequence. I will be trying to post them whenever I can, but I have a lot of school work and it is difficult. Please be patient with me. Thanks a lot.

Chapter One: Me, Myself, and I

My name is Mollie Starre and I am one of the most fashionable, the most beautiful, the most screwed up personages in the existence of the wizarding world.

Since I was three days old, I have been betrothed to one of the most elite personages in the world, Draco Malfoy. Yes, that's right, since before I was able to talk, Draco and I have been betrothed. It's quite terrible, actually, even though I would never have gotten this far in life it weren't for Draco.

It is no the day before Hogwarts and my mother has forbidden me to tell anyone about my betrothal. As if I am going to embarrass myself by telling anyone; I would die of mortification first. Draco, of course, knows that there is something wrong with me. I know that he is resolved to make my life miserable while we are at Hogwarts. Hell, why stop at Hogwarts, he is resolved to make my life miserable until the day I die.

I guess that I am kind of in love with my fiancé. I mean, where would I be if I didn't have love. I guess that I would be the most odious women on earth if I didn't love him; I guess that is just how girls are.

"Why Mollie Starre, only stars are this late when getting ready to go out. Hurry up," my mother suddenly calls to me. My parents and I are going out to dinner now. I can't believe they actually think that I want to go out.

I hate my mother's lame jokes about our last name. Thank God she doesn't say them in front of the Malfoys'. I mean, honestly, I would die of mortification if she did. And when they Malfoy's would politely laugh at my mother's obviously not funny joke, I would want to jump up and kill her, screaming that she doesn't know she is messing up my chance at a happy marriage. Of course, such a thought would be wasted on my mother.

"Mollie, dear, this is your last night that we can go out and be a family. We don't want to loose out reservations with the Malfoy's at your favorite restaurant, now do we?" I love my father, honestly, I do, it's just that sometimes he doesn't have a clue. I mean, Madame Wilkins Dainties for the Dainty hasn't been my favorite restaurant in five years at least. I can't believe God would do something like have the Malfoys' to dinner with us. Lord, just kill me now.

I got on the broom with my parents, which is the most fashionable of the time, and fly off to my doom. Draco, of course, is waiting for me. He has to make sure of a few things before we go to Hogwarts; things that have to do with out contract, God, please have mercy.

I know I just said I love him, but actually, I hate his guts. I mean, why can't he just screw up somehow and get us both off the hook. I mean, if I got pregnant from someone other then Draco, there would be hell to pay, but I wouldn't be out from under the contract. My baby would be killed, but as for me, no, I would be bound to stay with my fiancé and be known throughout the Malfoy family history as 'the whore.' I would be a shame, but unless Draco did something to screw everything up, which is impossible since there is basically nothing he can do to get us off the hook, we would still be betrothed. I hate life and I hate Draco Malfoy.

"Mother," I said, about half-way through my dinner, "I don't feel very well and can't eat much. Is it okay if I go out and have a walk along the beach to get fresh air?"

Then Narcissa said something so wrong, I couldn't believe her nerve. "Oh, I'm sure you will be alright, my dear, just start of the term nerves. We Malfoy's don't have them, but of course, you aren't quite a Malfoy."

That really egged on my mother who proceeded to say, "Not yet, Cissa. Mollie is soon to be a Malfoy, and I can assure you that we Starre's don't get nerves either. I am sure that Mollie really isn't feeling well. Of course, Mollie, if you want to go outside you can, but only so long as Draco accompanies you."

'Oh God,' I silently prayed, 'please tell me this is all a dream and that my mother honestly isn't saying this. Tell me she didn't embarrass me like that. Please Draco, my love, my fiancé, say yes.'

"Come along, Mollie," Draco says while getting up and taking my hand. "We have a lot to talk about."

And we walked away, hand in hand, looking to the outside world like the perfect couple going for a walk on the beach. God only knows the storm that awaited us once we reached the beach.

Author's Note: I hope that you enjoyed it. I would just like you all to note that I always create Draco out to be a jerk in the beginning of my fics. I can promise you that he will get better as the story progresses. I know you haven't seen Draco as a jerk yet, but I thought I would warn you in advance. Please review and tell me what you think. Oh, and for you information, I like Original Characters when writing fics, and I don't tend to stay with the plot line of the HP stories very much, so please forgive me. If you don't like it, just stop reading. Now, please do me the honor of reviewing. Thank you.