Chapter 1

Okay…I just could NOT help it. Draco is so damn FINE haha. Seriously…I was bound to write a story sooner or later.

One more thing;

My knowledge on the potions and spells as well as OTHER INFO said in Harry Potter are not that good, so please excuse any mistakes in that.

Seventeen year old Makoto Kinomoto took one more fleeting look at her beloved family as the train to her new school began to move. She hated the idea of switching magic schools when she had made such great friends but her magic had grown to a new level. Because of that, her father had decided that she go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to help master her powers.

Makoto's mother was a witch, making her half witch. Her powers however were much stronger then a half breed's should be and at times people wondered if her father was a warlock himself, but he was a mere human.

She had heard many a rumor about the school's students, such as first years defeating Voldermont, but other's say it was a lie. Only the witnesses knew the truth.

Her apprehension rose to a new high as the train suddenly came to a stop and people began to leave. She quickly grabbed her bags and did the same.

"Our third year, amazing is it not?" Hermione said with a cheery smile, practically skipping down the large, bustling hallways of Hogwartz.

Her two companions grunted an answer, Ron's head propped onto Harry's shoulder as he slept, aimlessly moving his feet in whatever direction Harry moved. The golden-haired girl suddenly looked behind her, eyes reprimanding.

"I told you guys not to stay up so late." She scolded and she received the same answer as before, a grunt.

The three finally entered the cafeteria, which also doubled as the meeting room. It was bustling with noise, most of the students already in and seated.

"It seems we made it in time." Harry commented in a whisper and Hermione nodded, taking a seat with the rest of the Gryffindorpeople.

The tall Albus Dumbeldore came into view and the room became hushed as the old headmaster took his seat in front of the congregation.

"Well," he started, gaze warm and he looked across the room, "I am glad to see some old faces and new faces this year. I hope that your first year here will be—

One of the side doors burst open, thus disrupting the headmaster in mid-sentence. The administration looks then motions for the person to enter.

Draco's P.O.V.

Another blasted year with these imbeciles. Crabbe and Goyle are rambling on about that new chef they brought in this year. Pfft, like that matters.

So, there are the fresh first years, sitting and staring at us. Me, specifically. They whisper something amongst themselves and giggle with their juvenile giddiness. Can't blame them though, I am one sexy S.O.B.

Ah, Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Walking together, attached by the hips. It's a wonder how they managed without each other before cause whatever or wherever it is, they're always together. You could bet your life on it.

Here comes Dumbledore. He isn't such a bad guy, a bit too good for my liking, but he's alright I suppose. I'll never admit it, I'll profess my apologies to Granger before admitting that.

…well that's a bit too much.

So here comes toe pointless prattle of how glad he is to have us back, of course he MUST mean the wonderful Potter and his two sidekicks. They are so blasted annoying.

One of the side doors open and everybody tries to get a look at who had opened them. A few more seconds and a girl comes into view. She walks onto the stage then stops at Dumbledore's side, presenting herself perfectly to the whole school.

She was a muggle, that's for sure because no witch would even think of dressing in the cloths she wore. She wore a white tube-top wrap that only managed to cover her breasts and just so, hidden slightly by a plaid green, button-up short-sleeved shirt worn over it, left undone. Her lower half was encased by a skin-tight pair of hip-hugging blue jeans, thus exposing almost all of her torso, revealing the flat belly and slit naval. Green-topped white sneakers were at her feet, laces carelessly untied. Her thick, auburn brown curls were pulled up into a high pony tail, her bangs falling into a pair of sharp, emerald green eyes.

Pretty decent for a muggle…well more then decent. I scowl. I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys do not associate with muggles.

"Well, it seems we have a new student, a seventh year student…" the headmaster states before turning to talk with the rest of staff.

"I would like to introduce, Makoto Kinomoto. She's transferring from Tomeda School of Magic." He announces warmly and the congregation buzzes with chatter.

He whispers something into her ear and gestures towards the Slytherin section of the crowd.

Draco's P.O.V.

My eyes widen and I can feel myself smirking, the girl's a Slytherin, this should be fun. She walks towards our group with such grace, head held up high with confidence. She doesn't look at anyone, just takes a seat next to Goyle and shuts off some device of hers, the loud noise erupting from the earmuff type thing shutting off. Muggles.

So, Dumbledore finished his introductory speech and then has the head of each household come and bring us to our corridors. Mindless drone of Professor Snape of the basics, moving staircases, the password for our painting, ect.

"Well, you have been assigned rooms. Unpack your bags and meet us for dinner at six o clock sharp." And with that Professor Snape disappeared into the shadows.

Everybody talked and began walked off with their friends to their rooms. I'm paired with Crabbe, not so surprising. Crabbe or Goyle each year.

Speaking of...where did those idiots wander off to? I spin and look about before I see them next to that new girl, eating something she had offered them. Naïve muggle, now they'll be all over her for food every chance they get.

"Crabbe, Goyle." I call and they literally jump in their spots before running and taking their proper place at either side of me.

That new girl, Makoto I think her name was, looks up at me and stares. She's shocked at first, most likely at how good looking I am, then recovers.

"Hello, my name is Makoto."

Makoto's P.O.V.

The amount of food these guys can pack puts Kero to shame. I only gave them my gummy bears and they practically sucked those up

"Crabbe, Goyle."

I hear someone call behind me and the two boys dropped their- correction MY food and run off behind me. I whirl around and literally lose my breath.

A tall, extremely tall boy stands in front of me. He looks about my age, maybe a year older and the two boys who had been at my side a few seconds ago are standing behind him, stuffing a chocolate bar into their mouths. But wow…this guy was definitely HOT. Short white-blonde hair fell wispily into a pair of beautiful almost smoky blue eyes. He had an oddly pale complexion, which only accented his bright blue eyes even more.

I shake myself out of the tantalizing dream and smile slightly, extending my hand.

"Hello, my name is Makoto."

He stares at my hand for a good five minutes then takes my hand into his, bends over and places a gentle kiss onto my knuckles. I can feel my cheeks heat up with a blush and he grins at that. My pride wins over and I yank my hand away, wiping it across my jeans and shoving it into my pockets. I am not going to be one of those girls who swoon over that.

"That's a little foreword, don't you think?"

"Not like you minded." He replies with a grin.

I'm really beginning to dislike this arrogant prick.

Draco.s P.O.V.

I'm really beginning to like this fiery muggle.

"Excuse you! You shouldn't pass judgment on people you don't even know…" she snaps, her pretty emerald green eyes narrowed with anger.

With her cheeks red and her eyes narrowed the way they are she looks positively enchanting.

"Draco Malfoy, miss. Twas my mistake for not informing you earlier. But we must get going, to unpack. Let's go, Crabbe."

I spin my heel and I hear Crabbe and Goyle shuffle about, then fall into step behind me.

Makoto's P.O.V.

GRR! Who the fuck does he think he IS! Stupid, good for nothing—

"Hello, are you Makoto?"

I blink a bit and turn to see who is calling me. A somewhat tall, slightly masculine girl, with a short-cropped mane of tawny blonde hair and navy blue eyes stands there, holding a piece of paper in her hands.

"Uhm, yes. And you're…" I take a look down at my paper then abck at the girl, "Haruka, if I'm correct?"

She grins and nods, extending her hand.

"Roomates, eh?"

I nod and shake her hand.

"Roomates."

OMFG! This chapter fucking sucked. I swear…the others will be much better.

Review kiddies.