It was four o'clock in the afternoon when two loud knocks could be heard throughout Malfoy Manor. Draco had just finished slicking back his hair when his mother called for him to come downstairs. As he made his way down the staircase he could see two figures at the door, one was man about five foot two. He was slightly balding with a round belly, and his booming laugh could be heard throughout the mansion. Draco, however, was far more interested in the slender young woman that was standing to his left. Her long dark hair fell in curls around her shoulders, and her arms were crossed tightly around her chest. As Draco neared the bottom of the stairs he got his first real look at her. Her eyes were chestnut, and her flawless skin was tan. Her full lips were painted with a dark red lipstick and her body was gently curved and tone. There was one thing, however, that Draco could not place. Adelina looked distinctly unhappy to be there. Draco had never seen someone enter his home and not at least pretend to be one hundred percent delighted. Adelina, however, had her arms crossed around her chest, and her eyes were glancing at the walls and furniture with a look of definite disapproval.

As Draco entered the foyer everyone turned to look at him, including Adelina. For a moment, their eyes met. Draco felt his stomach do a flip as quite possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen stared back at him. Her expression, however, did not change.

"Ah! Young Draco!" Her father said, with a thick Spanish accent. "How nice to finally meet you."

Draco put out his hand to shake his future father-in-laws, "The pleasure is all mine, Sir." He said.

"Adelita, why don't you introduce yourself to Draco?" Her father coaxed.

Adelina raised one perfectly tweezed eyebrow. "Why? It's not like he does not already know who I am."

Her accent, was not as thick as her fathers, but added just the slightest bit of grace to her speech contributing to the overall perfection of her appearance.

Draco cleared his throat. "I am Draco Malfoy, very nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand, anticipating the first time that the two would touch.

Adelina, however, did not take his hand, "Did you not hear me?" She said angrily, "I already know who you are, and unless this is a complete surprise to you, which I think it is not, you know who I am."

Draco pulled his hand back awkwardly. He was beginning to understand what his mother had meant by "not very nice".

"Adelina Maria!" Her father shouted, "Is that any way to greet your new fiancée?"

"Si Papi." She replied coolly. "It's exactly the way I wanted to greet my new fiancée."

"Well!" Mrs. Malfoy interjected. "I suppose I could have Draco show you to your room."

Adelina thought for a moment, "Yes, I suppose that would do."

The girl dropped her bags on the floor and started up the stairs, turning back to Malfoy, she said, "Be careful with those bags, boy, they are very valuable."

Draco stood for a moment, not quite sure what to say. No one, ever, in his entire life had ever suggested that he carry their bags. Who did this girl think she was? How dare she treat him like a common servant.

"Excuse me miss." He began scathingly. "It seems there has been some sort of mistake."

Adelina turned around and raised her eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

"It seems that you think that I am some sort of, servant, maybe you were not aware but I, in my father's absence, and the master of this house. And being so, I deserve some sort of respect."

The room fell silent as Adelina stared at him, for the first time in her life seeing someone, not as below her, but quite possibly, as an equal.

The left corner of her mouth turned up into a half smile and she let out a little bit of a laugh. "All right Master Malfoy." She said, "I'm sure you have a house elf that can carry my things, now show me to my room, I would like to get settled in."

As Draco hurried up the stairs behind Adelina, Senor Castillo turned to Mrs. Malfoy.

"You know Narcissa" he laughed, "I think we just might have created the perfect match."

Adelina quickly walked up the stairs behind Draco, trying to take in all that her new surroundings had to offer. Which was, in her opinion, little to nothing. The sprawling British mansion was nothing like the Spanish architecture of her home in Madrid. The high ceilings and the lack of sunshine in the house gave it a gloomy, old feeling. The artwork was also ancient as were the carpets, wall paper, and just about everything else in the house.

"This house is much to dark." Adelina complained, "This will not do at all."

"My mother has not had much time to clean up ever since," Draco paused, "recent events."

"The arrest of your father?" Adelina said coldly. "That is no reason for your mother to give up her duties as a woman. And besides, it is not her fault that he got caught. It was carelessness. I do not sympathize with carelessness."

"If it weren't for Harry Potter…" Draco began through gritted teeth.

"Harry Potter is a sixteen year old boy." Adelina laughed. "Your Father was a grown man, and a leader of the most powerful group of Dark Wizards in the world. He should have figured out how to handle himself."

Draco stopped in his tracks and rounded on Adelina.

"Do you fully understand where you are?" He asked. "You are in my house, my mother has allowed you to come and stay with my family. She has prepared for you to eat our food, she has had our houself give up his usual duties to make your room perfect for you. Do you understand who my father is? Don't ever let me hear you talk about him that way again."

Adelina was shocked. No one had ever spoken to her that way, not even her father. It took her a moment to regain her composure. She looked at Draco Malfoy, really for the first time. He was about an inch taller than her and had his white-blonde hair slicked back. She didn't like that style, but she did like the color of his hair. His eyes were a pale grey, and at the moment were filled with fury. Adelina even, for a moment, thought of apologizing to him. He was not the most attractive boy she had ever seen, but he was good looking in a pale, British sort of way.

"Your hair would look better down you know." She said. "From now on you should wear it down."

Malfoy looked shocked, "M—My hair?"

"Yes, your hair, the light threads that are coming out of your head. Do not slick it back, it looks silly. Let it hang down in your eyes."

The two stopped in front of an ornate red door, and stared at each other for a moment.

"Here's your room." He said gesturing to the door. "Our house elf, Darrel, should be up in a minute."

As Draco turned to leave he heard Adelina call his name one more time.

"Draco?" She called.

Draco turned to see her standing in the doorway. "Yes?"

"Never, ever, try to give me orders again." And with that she shut the door in his face.