A/n: Okay so this is my second fanfiction story. This chapter is longer than any of my other chapters and I'm very proud of myself.

Okay, so after reading this first chapter, please tell me if you like the story and if I should continue if I don't get enough responses then I will not continue the story.


"Bella!" said my best girl friend, Hermione Granger. "Malfoy's staring at you again."

I looked up from my food for just a single moment and was met with the grey eyes of my enemy, Draco Malfoy.


"Bella," called Charlie, my dad, from downstairs.

"Yeah?" I called, looking up from my laptop.

"I'm going away for a bit. While I'm away you'll be staying with friends of mine."

"Kay. Whatever." "So, start packing. You're leaving for England tomorrow."

Wait. England? Tomorrow? Wow. I started packing immediately.

The first things to go in my suitcase were my laptop, my I-Pod and my cell phone. Next, my clothes, shoes and accessories went in, taking another 2 suitcases. I also put in a couple of my favourite books and movies, and of course, my camera.

After that, I had to sleep: I was exhausted.


I woke up and had a shower. I put on a grey sweater, denim skinny jeans and my grey boots. I put my hair up into a side ponytail and went downstairs, lugging my three suitcases.

"Time to go Bella," said Charlie.

"Alright, I'm ready Char- dad."


I got on the plane and put in the earphones of my I-Pod and settled in for a long ride.

After 24 hours, I was there. I got out and tried to find Charlie's friends.


I turned around to find the source of the voice. A lady with long white- blonde hair was standing with a guy with the same white-blonde hair, almost as long as the lady's and a boy about my age with the same coloured hair.

"Isabella! Hi! I'm Narcissa Malfoy. This is my husband Lucius and my son, Draco," said the lady.

"Um, hi. It's just Bella."

"Oh, sorry Bella. Well, we've already got your bags, so let's go." The Malfoys led me into a black SUV. I took my I-Pod out of my ears and held it in my hand.

"What's that?" asked Draco, speaking for the first time.

"An I-Pod. Don't you know?" Everybody should know what an I-pod was. I mean, come on, has he been locked up in a closet in Antarctica, or something, cut off from the rest of the world?

"Stupid muggle crap," he muttered.

Muggle? What the hell is a muggle?

"Draco, shh!" hissed Narcissa.

"What's a muggle?" I asked, confused.

There was silence. Narcissa shot Draco a look.

"So, Bella, how's school going?" asked Lucius.

Ah, so it's going to be like that… "It's fine," I replied.

The car lurched to a stop. The Malfoys got out, so I did too. Wow. Their house was HUGE!

A really short… person? thing? got my bags and brought them into the house.

"Bella, Dobby will show you to your room," said Narcissa. Who was Dobby?

Another short… thing came up to me. It had large features and was wearing… a pillow case? Okay then…

"This way," it said to me. I followed it up a large staircase, down a hallway and into a big room, with a double canopy bed in the middle, a desk pushed up against the wall on the left hand side and a walk-in closet in the wall on the right. It was very nice. My suitcases were waiting for me in a corner of the room.

"Thank you," I said to it. Tears filled its eyes. I thought it was going to cry… It didn't though. It just bowed to me and walked out the door.

Hm. Very strange place.

Anyways, I unpacked my things, putting my clothes in the closet and my other things on the desk. I put on my I-Pod and started listening to Taylor Swift's Change. I switched my laptop on and surfed the web. After half an hour, the internet went down. No bloody reception anymore. I started cursing it, willing for it to work. I was talking to an inanimate object. That's not weird at all.

Draco came in, demanding to know what I was doing that was causing so much noise.

"Sorry. My internet's not working," I apologized.

He looked confused for a moment then shrugged.

"By the way, dinner's ready," he said, as he walked away.

"Thanks," I said dryly.

I walked down stairs, following Draco, as I had no idea where I was going.

The Malfoys' dining room was beautiful. There was a large mahogany table, which could probably seat more than ten people, in the centre of the room, and a white leather lounge against both the right and left hand side walls. The table had a beautiful white tablecloth and was set with matching white china with flowers around the edges. The plates were empty but in the middle of the table were trays and trays of food. Narcissa and Lucius were already seated.

"Ah, Bella, Draco. Take a seat," said Narcissa warmly.

I did as she instructed, taking a seat opposite Draco.

"So Bella, your father told me that you're turning eleven in a week," said Narcissa, trying to make conversation with me.

"Yeah, that's right."

"Ah, so you'll probably get it soon," she muttered, more to herself than to me.

"Get what?" I asked, wanting in on the secret.

"Uh, nothing. Don't worry, dear," she said quickly.

So now I'm a 'dear'? Hm. Something's up in this house. First with the 'muggle' and then the things with the big nose, ears and eyes, and now this. They're keeping something from me, I can tell. I ate the food and left the table, telling them that I was tired and that I wanted to go to bed. Yeah right.

When I got up to my room, I closed the door behind me and put on my pyjamas. I opened my computer and typed 'muggle' into Google. Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nil. Well that was very useful. Totally.

Then, I heard voices out in the hallway, just outside my door. I pressed my ear against the door. I could hear Draco yelling, "Mother, how could you let a filthy muggle in our house?!" Again with the 'muggle' stuff. I wondered if it was like a codeword or something…

"Draco, lower your voice!" hissed Narcissa, from the other side of the door. "I don't think she's a muggle and neither does her father!"

"You- you think she's one of us? I mean, you think she's a mudblood?"

"Perhaps. We'll find out in a week or two. If there's no letter, no anything, then we'll know for sure that she's not. And, if she is one of us, don't call her a mudblood. Her father is a great friend of ours and he won't appreciate his daughter being called that."

I heard footsteps coming towards my room so I dashed under the cover of the canopy bed and lay down. Lucky, because Narcissa came in and said, "Goodnight Bella."

"Night," I replied.

I thought about the conversation I had overheard between Draco and Narcissa and it had revealed absolutely nothing. Just a bunch of words, some unfamiliar, not enough for me to make any sense of, although, I take it that 'Mudblood' is a bad word, something undignifying to call someone. Nice of Draco to call me that. But, they have confirmed that there IS something different about the Malfoys. And that they think I'll become one of them…

I continued to speculate the conversation as I fell asleep.


I woke up in the morning and went down stairs. Narcissa and Lucius were already at the table. I had something to eat and Narcissa offered to give me a tour of the house. I accepted, as the dining room was the only place other than my bedroom that I knew how to get to.

I followed Narcissa into the kitchen where two things, much like the creature that showed me where my room was, were bustling around, cooking and cleaning various things. She told me that this was the kitchen and that these were house elves. Ah, so now they have a name… Except, elves aren't supposed to exist, again confirming that they were different.

She then showed me the downstairs bathroom, the family room, which was nothing more than two red leather lounges facing each other, and a small laundry. Then we went upstairs. She showed me a bathroom which held a large bath tub, a shower, a sink and a toilet, and she also quickly pointed out her room and Draco's room, as well as another spare bedroom. Every room was neatly furnished and perfect.

I thanked Narcissa for the tour and went to have a shower. I opened the door to the bathroom and… screamed! Draco was standing in front of the sink, with only a towel wrapped around the bottom half of him. His hair and chest glistened with water droplets from his shower. I just stood there, staring at him, my mind frozen. It was a few minutes before I started thinking again. I got rid of all things Draco Malfoy and focused… and then blushed.

"What are you doing?!" Draco demanded of me.

"Sorry, ah, um, er, I'll just uh, be going now. Sorry," I stammered as I backed out of the bathroom. Well, that was… bizarre. Mental note to self: never do that AGAIN! I locked myself in my room and didn't come out until lunch.

*End Flashback*

"Bella!" someone screamed, dragging me out of my flashback.


"It's time for class," said Hermione.

"Alright, alright."

I picked up my books and walked with my best friends, Harry, Hermione and Ron. "Oh, guys, I forgot my Potions book. Let me run up and get it and I'll catch up with you in Potions," I said as I turned around and walked towards the Gryffindor tower.

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's sidekicks.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I asked, coming to a stop.

"Making sure you're okay," said Crabbe.

"Whyyyy…?" I asked. The answer was beyond me.

"Mr Malfoy's orders."

"Wh- Ah! That little mother fucking piece of- Just leave me alone!" I said, turning on my heel and walking as quickly as possible to the Gryffindor tower. I ran inside and grabbed my book, exiting and just managing to escape the goons, who quickly followed behind.

"Ms Swan, please ensure that you get to my class on time," said Snape, the potions teacher. If I had been any other Gryffindor, I would've gotten a detention and points deducted, but Snape wasn't as harsh on me, as he came to Malfoy Manor every single holiday.

"Yes, Professor," I said, as I took a seat next to Hermione and Harry.

Potions dragged on and on. Hermione and I managed to make perfect potions, whereas Harry and Ron managed to… well, make their potion explode.

At the end, I lingered behind, waiting to confront Malfoy. "What the fuck are you trying to pull, you little ferret?!"

"Excuse me?!" he asked, innocently.

"Don't play innocent! You know what I mean- setting your goons on me!" I added, after seeing the look on his face.

"It's called courtesy, Isabella."

I slapped him at the sound of my full name. "Don't you ever set your goons on me again!"

"I'll do what I want Mudblood!"

I slapped him again. "I hate you Malfoy!"

"Can you stop fucking slapping me?!"

"Only if you stop being a fucking arrogant asswhole!" I retorted.

He smirked and I slapped him again.

"Oi! I'm just trying to look out for you!"

I scoffed as I remembered the last time he tried to look out for me.


"Draco, can I sit here?" I asked on my first day at Hogwarts. I was on the train, looking for somewhere to sit.

"No! Purebloods only!" said Draco, closing the compartment door in my face.

I walked through the train, trying to find an empty compartment. I entered one with a boy with dark messy hair. "Hi. Can I sit here?"

"Sure. I'm Harry, by the way."

"Isabella, but you can call me Bella."

We got into talking and he told me about his life: his mum and dad had died when he was really little, well they were murdered by some guy called Lord Voldemort, and that he grew up with his aunt and uncle who treated him like shit.

I told him about my life, how I lived with my dad in Forks, Washington, since I was 5, when my mother and my stepfather died, how he took me to live in England with the Malfoy's and how I had shown my first magical abilities just a month ago.

"What did you do?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Draco Malfoy, was pissing me off and I was so annoyed so I glared at him, wanting something bad to happen to him, and all of a sudden, he caught on fire! I screamed for Cissy, his mother, who came and gasped. Then, she did the strangest thing: she ran up and hugged me! Draco was not alight any more, thanks to his mother, and Cissy said, 'I told you Draco.' Then she screamed for her husband. The next day the owl from Hogwarts arrived. What did you do?"

"A couple of things actually. I set a snake on my cousin Dudley one day at the zoo and weird things always seemed to happen around me. And Hagrid, the Hogwarts' groundskeeper arrived and gave Dudley a pig's tail. It was hilarious! My aunt and uncle were freaking out!"

We laughed and talked the whole way to Hogwarts, only pausing when a red haired boy, Ron Weasley and a bushy haired girl, Hermione Granger entered the compartment, and when we had to change into our wizard robes.

Of course, Draco saw Harry and made a big fuss. I think Harry was well-known for some reason…

Anyway, Draco told Harry to hang out with him, and not to hang out with the wrong people, probably meaning Ron and I. After Harry refused, Draco pulled me back insisting he was "looking out for me" making sure I "wasn't in the wrong crowd".

*End Flashback*

"Just stay away from me Malfoy!"

"What if I don't want to?'

I took a double take. "Huh?" What in the world did he mean?

"You heard me Bella."

He pressed his lips to mine, holding me tight against his chest. I struggled from his grasp for a moment, but the kiss felt so right…

When he pulled away, I slapped him. "Don't get fresh with me Malfoy!"

"You kissed me back!"

"Just SHUT UP!" He smirked.

I turned on my heel and walked out the door but I bumped into some young Slytherin kid.

"Oi! Watch it Mudblood!" he said.

Before I knew it, the kid was pressed against the wall, held in place by Malfoy, who was holding the kid by his collar. "Don't call her that! Apologize!" bellowed Malfoy, slamming the kid into the wall.

"Malfoy put him down!" I yelled, tugging on his shirt.

"He insulted you!" Malfoy pointed out.

"Yeah, just like you were doing a few minutes ago!"

"Sorry Mr Malfoy. S-sorry," said the kid, forcing the apology out of his mouth.

Malfoy let him down and looked at me. "You should be grateful Bella. I'm protecting you."

"I don't need protection Malfoy! I'm perfectly capable on my own!"

He snorted and smirked.

"Well… I don't need you to protect me!"

"Of course you do Bella. Only I can guarantee you Slytherin protection!"

"Listen Malfoy. I don't need protection from Slytherin! I'm not some slutty, dependent girl who is scared of a bunch of 'pureblood' wizards and witches who call themselves Slytherin." My voice rose into a shout. I realised we were now in front of the Transfiguration classroom, and, unfortunately, we had Transfiguration with Slytherins, who had, most likely, just heard the whole conversation. Oopsie. Okay, so now, I am a little afraid of Slytherins. I leaned into Malfoy's chest. He smirked.

"Shut. Up. Don't. Say. A. Word."

I walked in with him following behind me. In the classroom I was met with the cold glares and rude remarks from Slytherins. Malfoy slung his arm around me and met each glare, Slytherin or other, with his own icy stare.

Gradually, each gaze returned to the front, towards Professor McGonagall.

"Ms Swan and Mr Malfoy take a seat and get to class on time in future," she said and with that, she continued lecturing the class.

I took a seat in the back, just behind Harry, Ron and Hermione. Much to my dismay, Malfoy sat next to me. I felt his stare on me throughout the whole lesson.

Class went by and I hurried to escape Malfoy and to catch up with my friends.

"So, when did you start going out with Malfoy?" asked Hermione.

"What?! Never! As if I would ever date the ferret!"

At that, someone slung their arm around my shoulder. Three guesses as to whom.

"Malfoy, get off of me!" I screamed.

"Bella, you need to lower your voice."

"Get your arms off Bella, ferret," said Harry. Sometimes, he was like the over protective brother I never had. Hermione, Harry and Ron already had their wands out and all were pointed at Malfoy.

I looked around and saw all the Slytherins from Transfiguration surrounding us all with their wands out.

"Tell them to lower their wands Malfoy," I said. He knew who I was talking about.

"Say please."

"She doesn't have to. Now get your arms off her!" said Hermione.

"I don't take orders from you, Mudblood."

I slapped him. "How dare you?!" I grabbed his arm and dragged him to a deserted corridor. "Listen, Malfoy. If you continue to stalk me, then you'll have to be nice to my friends. That means you can't insult them! You can't call them Mudbloods or blood traitors or whatever else you call us behind our backs!"

"Fine. But on one condition."

"What's the-." I never got to finish the sentence, as Malfoy crushed his lips to mine.

My body acted of its own accord, I swear. My arms found their way around his neck, my fingers knotting in his hair. My eyes closed and I opened my mouth a little, giving him access...

Coming to my senses, I unhooked my arms from his neck and pulled away from him. Without a word, nor even a glance, I walked off to find Harry, Hermione and Ron.

A/n: SO what did you think? Should I continue? Mistkes? Questions? Is it good? Boring? Stupid? Please tell me what you think!