I felt Draco grab me by the elbows and bring me up to a standing position and he brushed the back of my shirt off so it became free of the small amount of dirt that our shoes carried into the otherwise spotless living room.

The living room was furnished with two couches with very expensive pillows on each side, and there was three chairs. A small silver box sat on the mantle, but surrounding that, there were other gold and silver boxes revealing jewlery that under normal circumstances I would ask how Narcissa had gotten a hold of all of these, but there was a different question racking in her head.

"What was that about?" I demanded.

Draco looked down at the cherry wood floor and said slowly, "I- I- I can't explain."

"That was the Dark Mark if you hadn't noticed! You can tell me, I'm not some filthy little mudblood," I sneered.

I saw the fourteen-year-perfection smirk a little, but I had no objection. I couldn't stand muggleborns we were better off without them. After the smirk he looked up and met my eyes with his cool gray ones. "Haven't you ever had something that you couldn't tell anyone? Something that you could possibly get killed for? Something you want to tell everyone about, but can't? This is that situation," he said and for the first time I could here some kind of fear that made his voice shake.

"Yes," I muttered unable to even think about the kind of things my parents talk about with me.

"Well this is that kind of situation," Draco said.

"Was your dad in with the Death Eaters that he was talking about?" I asked.

"Was yours?" he retaliated his voice suddenly going hard like when he talked to the people that he didn't get along with.

I looked to the floor and when I was just about to tell him to bring me home and leave me alone his features softened.

"I'm sorry about that. Let's get up to my room, okay?" he asked his eyes almost pleading.

"Okay," I said as he took my and lead me up a staircase and into a room on our left.

"It's not much, but it's better than the Weasley's whole house," Draco said laughing at the end and I joined in.

His room was huge and definently the thought of comfort. He had a large bed about as big as a king and queen size combined. There was a seat on the opposite side of his room near a window and pressed up against the wall there was a desk strewed with parchment and quills.

"This is great, I love it," I said giving him the satisfaction so I could see a smile pass his face.

He pulled me close so we could sit against the headboard on his bed. He leaned over and pressed the top of a small silver box that was identical to the one downstairs that I just recognized as a Mahiqua. The room filled up with music and he had a pretty good taste in music. It started out as classical then transformed into rock.

I gently moved my head to the music and Draco smiled before kissing me on the forehead. "So what school do you go to again?" he asked softly.

"The American Magical Academy for girls," I told him.

"All girls school, eh?" he asked.

"Yeah, it can get pretty boring at times and the girls at my school are pretty nasty so fights break out constantly and spontaniously," I explained.

"Wow that's extremely interesting," he said before pressing him mouth against mine.

It was faster than normal for me, but he was cute... and rich, two of my favorite characteristics so I kissed him back.

After about a half of a minute of just kissing not "snogging" (or whatever they call it) I talked.

"So when do you think they're going to get back?" I asked smiling enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

"I don't know, could be right now or a couple of hours. Anytime," Draco said. "Why? Don't want Daddy to be caught by the Ministry of Magic?" he said laughing a little.

Before he knew it I whipped out my wand and was pointing it at him, fire raging in my eyes. "Bloody hell," I heard him mutter.