"Angelo, do you think that…maybe…if you want…w-we could go on a date sometime?" asked Darla Brown, a blonde-haired Muggle girl that lived next door to Angelo and his family. Her family owned a mansion that looked just like the Marcason family's mansion. The only difference was that his was much larger, older, and the inhabitants were...well, for lack of a better phrase - more magical.

Although the Marcason family would probably approve of this fling (and that's all it could be – a fling. The Marcason family blood line could not be clouded by dirty blood), Angelo didn't feel at all like teasing little Muggle girls today. A week from now, he'd be at Hogwarts with his friends. There was literally nothing else he could focus on.

"Darla-girl," he said, using the nickname he used on every girl (she still blushed a rose red color), "it seems that there is not enough time for our love to prosper within a week. I go back to Hog- to my boarding school on the first and, ah, I could not write to you many times. And I would not like it if you ran off to be with another boy in my absence-"

"No! I'd never do that!" Darla said, tears brimming in her eyes. "Just, please! One date…"

Angelo smiled sadly. "I am sorry, my sweet, but no," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Now go find yourself a handsome boy. For me." He turned away from her before she could answer him. He was quite a charmer when he wanted something done his way.

The past few weeks of summer, Angelo had been hanging around his hometown (Florence, Italy). He had been flirting with girls, befriending boys and being a perfect son for his parents.

Isabella and Lucensio Marcason were the wealthiest Pureblood family in Italy. In addition to this, their one son (Angelo), was the heir to the entire Marcason fortune. All of the Marcasons were either in jail on account of being Death Eaters, in hiding or killed off. As the Dark Lord asked all five of Lucensio's brothers if they wanted to be Death Eaters, they all accepted because of their desire for more power.

Except for Lucensio.

He played it smart. Because of his brothers, the Dark Lord did not kill Lucensio or his family, but Lucensio also stayed on the good side of the Ministry. Thus, when the Dark Lord fell, Lucensio ended up getting everything.

And soon, that would be Angelo's.

Because of his inheritance, Angelo knew that he didn't need all of this schooling, what with the O. and the N.E. . He didn't have to worry about his career – he was set to be a billionaire.

The one condition? He had to marry a Pureblooded witch (who was not a Blood Traitor).

Yes, this seemed easy enough. There were plenty of Pureblood witches at Hogwarts – heck, even Beauxbatons. And so many of them were very beautiful. But it seemed that Angelo was only looking at one girl. And she was not a Pureblood.

Hermione Granger was a Muggle-born. She was scum. She was a bad name upon witches and wizards.

Hermione Granger was smart. She was pretty. She was out-of-bounds.

But, even now, thinking about her made Angelo bitter. We could never be together, he thought, so why even think about this?

So, instead of brooding for the entire night, he wrote to one of his friends from Hogwarts, demanded dinner from Chef Miguel and kicked his House Elf, Dinkqué.

He wanted to be done with summer already. The suspense for school was literally killing him.

And that was saying something.

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