Hello everyone! This is my very first story. I'd love to know your opinion about it, so plz review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise I would be ridiculously rich. The Sparks family on the other hand is my creation.

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Chapter 1: The Malfoy Manor

"Liliana! What are you doing? We're already late. Hurry up, will you?" your mother shouted for the second time, always very keen on being on time.

"Coming! Just left Stubby's cage upstairs. I'll be down in a second! "

However, this was not entirely true, as you left him there on purpose. You always tried to find excuses to delay setting off for the Malfoys by some time.

"Liliana Sparks! Stop acting like a 5 year old or else..." your father started, probably seeing right through your poor attempt at trying to earn a few minutes.

Well, knowing what your father was like you decided it was better to stop playing on his nerves. He seemed to have learnt a few tricks from Lucius Malfoy lately. Not only did he beat you up for every little bad you did since you were little, but he also picked up the habit of using the Cruciatus curse on you. You never dared to contradict him anymore. You knew the limit you can't pass and now felt you've reached it.

"Immediately father. Sorry for having kept you waiting."

"Apology accepted."

"The Malfoy Manor!" you pronounced loudly and clearly after your mother and Jemma. You felt the familiar sensation of travelling by Floo powder and soon stepped out in the well-known great hall of the Malfoys.

"Ah and here's our lovely Liliana. You're as charming as ever."

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."

A few seconds later your father joined you and everyone was greeted. Only Draco was missing.

"Where's Draco if I may ask?" your mother inquired the exact thing you were thinking about.

"He's coming in a second."- Narcissa answered.

"And, here he is. Draco, greet our guests!" Lucius commanded.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sparks welcome at our manor!"

"Jemma! Nice to see you again." Turned Draco to your sister with a knowing look on his face. You already got out of Jemma that Malfoy shagged her a few times.

"And the sweet Liliana. Always a pleasure." He kissed your hand smirking.

"A real gentleman, isn't he?" your mother declared.

"Yes, he knows how to treat ladies for sure." Lucius said with a smirk on his face, too.

Malfoy's hand lingered on yours longer than it was necessary and you, not liking the feeling of it tried to get back your hand quickly. But things between the two of you wasn't like this always.

Flashback:

Your parents never acted like real ones. When you turned 11, you got your letter from Dumbledore stating that you are a witch and are welcome at Hogwarts. Of course it wasn't a surprise; you started to show magical abilities at an early age.

But nonetheless, this would have made any other parent proud at least a bit, but they just considered it as you not having failed them.

Still, your mother wasn't exactly like your father. She loved her daughters, and made sure you were never missing anything that could be bought with money. You were sure she wished she could express her love in more ways, though. Unfortunately her hands were tied; your father was the master of the house, his word was the law.

You also had to go to Diagon Alley with some maids, your father not wanting to waste his precious time with useless things like helping you get your stuff. You were just waiting outside a shop for Mary (one of the maids your family employed) to finish purchasing for the owl treats, when a platinum blond boy knocked you off your feet.

"Watch where you're going!" He shouted at you.

You didn't know each other before that day because your father had just became a more important deatheater.

"Excuse me, but you were the one who ran into me!"

He looked you up and down then held out a hand to help you up. He somehow changed his whole attitude towards you.

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." he said proudly.

"I'm Liliana Sparks. Just call me Lil."

"So Lil, what are you doing here alone? You look quite lost."

"Um, no I'm not lost...Just waiting for Mary. I'm starting my first year at Hogwarts and came to get my things. Mary has to buy stuff for the whole family, so it takes us a while to get everything."

"Then we'll be in the same year. I already finished shopping. Father has just run to Knockturn Alley to get some...some things, so until he comes back I can help you if you'd like."

"I'd really appreciate it. I just tell Mary I'm going with you!"

The maid was really relived that Malfoy decided to help you, as she received quite a few other orders from your parents that she had to attend to.

Together you bought everything you needed. Draco showed you the best shops, and got the best quality for you. Money was never a problem in your family. You talked a lot meanwhile and soon became friends.

He couldn't be other than himself but he was always slightly nicer with you than with others.

Later, on the train you sat in the same compartment as him and were busy talking about which house you would get in.

"I'm pretty sure we will both be in Slytherin." Draco told you.

"Yeah there's a good chance for that..." You said, wondering about your whole family being in Slytherin. But you were different from them, never boasting with your purebloodness not considering muggles or muggleborns filth and so on, so you still had doubts.

You were sorted into Gryffindor for everybody's great surprise. That was such a shame for your family that they didn't write or send you anything for months. Draco was very disappointed too.

"How could you get into Gryffindor of all houses?! My worst thought was Ravenclaw because of you being brainy!!! I can't believe this!"

"The Hat told me it was a difficult decision, but it finally decided I will do here the best!"

After this argument you haven't talked for a while, but eventually you made up and Draco and you stayed friends for the first 3 years.

Although you hated his two best mates and bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, from the very beginning, not mentioning Pansy who was always after Draco, you tried to put up with them.

You didn't have any problems with Blaise, though. He was the only other friend of yours in Slytherin.

Draco never liked your friends, either. Of course being in the same year and house, you had a great relationship with Harry, Ron and Hermione. You liked the other Weasleys a lot too.

"How can you be friends with Saint-Potter, Lil?!"

"He's not as bad as you think!"

"Oh, look, he's got another fangirl, doesn't he?"

"No, Dracs, you know I don't run after him. We're just good friends."

"That's why you spend all your time with him?"

"Yes. Why would I do so otherwise? I like being with Harry and the others. And if you haven't noticed I spend quite some time with you, Draco."

"That's not what I mean."

"Draco, I really don't understand why you always have to act like this. What's with all this jealousy?"

"I'm not jealous! I just hate how the whole world seems to rotate around Potty!"

"You know that you are exaggerating."

"No, I'm not."

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"Come on Lil, haven't you noticed how he looks at you all the time?"

"Draco, will you please stop this nonsense? I don't want to fight with you all the time… Wait. What do you mean by looking at me all the time?"

"Potty just can't seem to be able to hold his eyes off you."

"You're just imagining things again. As it is normal between friends, he probably just pays attention to what I am saying."

"I'm not blind, Lil. And I haven't even mentioned how irritating that ridiculous Weaselbe and the Mudblood were when…"

"Enough Draco."

You more and more often had rows like that and you started to get bored with his whole attitude. You especially loathed the way he treated Hermione, calling her mudblood all the time. So finally after a bigger argument in fourth year you told him either way he changes or your friendship will be over. He told you he had enough of you and that your friendship never meant anything to him. You were very hurt and didn't really talk to him again.

Of course you had to spend that one or two weeks at summers at them, but you could manage it. It was lucky that Jemma had a crush on him and kept him busy if you know what I mean.;)

The only time you spent together was during mealtimes or rarely meeting on the corridors. However brief these meetings were, he always had something nasty to tell you or to pull pranks on you. Once he offered you some Every Flavour Beans and when you picked one it transformed into a slug. He seemed to make every effort to make you hate him. With quite good success.

By the end of 5th year, however, you started to get used to his behaviour and he didn't irritate you that much. You tried to convince yourself that it had nothing to do with him turning extremely handsome and fit in the last year.

This summer you were sure to have a good time. Your sister being 17, Draco 16, you doubted they would get out of their room. *wink*wink*

On the other hand the manor was absolutely luxurious; had swimming pools and really everything a girl can dream of, so you were already looking forward spending some good time alone.

End of Flashback

"Shall I escort you to your rooms?" Draco asked Jemma and you.

"Sure I love it!"

"No, thanks." You answered at the same time.

"I know the way, thanks." You started to drag your trunks up the stairs with some difficulty.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Draco asked you with his famous smirk on his face while he lifted Jemma's trunk with no difficulty at all.

That meant something considering that your sister brought half of her wardrobe to impress Draco.

"I'm absolutely sure." You were too proud to admit you needed his help.

"Well, your choice." He left you struggling with a giggling Jemma after him.

At times likes this you truly wished you were at Hogwarts with your friends.

You missed them a lot, not having been able to meet them for a month now.

"I can't help you either?" A familiar voice asked. You turned to see a broadly smiling Blaise standing in front of you.

"Blaise! Of course YOU can help."

"Then let me." He easily brought your things upstairs. While going towards your room you heard unmistakable voices coming from Jemma's room.

"Wow. They are not wasting their time." Blaise smiled at your comment.

On the way to you room he told you how he got invited to stay here too. You were glad you'll have a friend around.

After thanking him for his help you entered your room. Honestly, it was really beautiful.

The walls were silvery, embroidered with small green snakes. The carpet was unbelievably soft and was a darker shade of emerald. You had a four-poster bed with a fabulous black silk blanket. You also had a wardrobe, a vanity table, a smaller bookshelf and a comfortable armchair.

You looked around the familiar room and started packing out.