Maid at the Malfoy Manor 1 (The Beginning)

Malfoy left in a storm his bluish grey eyes screaming anger and his twitching veins throbbing with passion. Malfoy was at the very end of his seventh year and was the biggest ladies man Hogwarts had ever seen since the legendary Sirius Black. (Reader let me interrupt this story for a brief word and here it is UNFAIR! How dare J.K. Rowling kill Sirius!... Sorry had to get that out *quiz maker starts taking calming deep breaths*) The Slytherin common room went silent as if by magic when they saw the angry seventh year prefect enter.

No one dare to make a sound, all still remembered (or heard from the school grape vine) about the incident when an inexperienced first year bumped into Malfoy while he was in one of his 'moods': Lets just say it involved some tapioca pudding, a garden pot, and a very angry chicken. (Let your imagination go wild *grins*) A suspenseful silence fell as all watched Malfoy stormed to the boys dorm, gave one last piercing gaze at the frightened on-lookers as if challenging them to follow him and then slam the door with a quick motion.

After a moment of silence some of the braver Slytherins resumed speaking in a hushed whisper about what could possibly have gotten Malfoy this mad. No one would have guessed it was the reject 6th year Slytherin who hung out with Gryffindors but, barely spoke to those of her own house preferring to daydream or read rather then talk to them. No one would have guessed it was Miaka Crescent, no one would have guessed...It was you.

Malfoy instantly fell on to his bed not even noticing his owl, Liph, swoop in and sit on his perch next to him as he usually did whenever Malfoy looked troubled. Malfoy only lay in the beautiful bed a couple seconds before he jumped up and started pacing the room with furious steps mumbling to himself, while Liph cocked his head to one side. Suddenly Malfoy stopped his mumbling along with his furious pacing in mid step; Liph gave him a questioning glance "ARG!" Malfoy yelled suddenly resuming the wearing out of his very expensive shoes, Liph surprised by the unexpected out burst almost fell off his perch. "Liph how could she do this? How could she refuse me!?" then in a dangerous whisper "How dare she."

Draco Malfoys famous temper was boiling "Doesnt she know who I am that Mudblood lover?! She should have begged me to even look at her!" The past started flooding Dracos mind. "Of course the first time she said no I couldnt believe it. I though that she was merely playing hard to get, being stronger then all the rest He said this with one of his famous smirks. And that even made me lo-" he checked himself giving a nervous glance at the owl who almost seemed to raise an eye suspiciously. "...Like her even more but then I wasnt so sure she kept refusing me, I finally left her alone for two years TWO YEARS Liph!! just to make her realize what she was missing and finally fall for me. But did she...no" he let out a strangled gulp at the end of speech that would have made even the coldest flinch in sympathy. "Eugh! Who cares about that filthy mudblood lover anyway! I am Draco Malfoy for Merlins sake!" Said Malfoy getting his famous cockiness back making Liph hoot in objection and give him an un-bearable stare.

"Ah! Who asked you!" said Malfoy throwing a well aimed pillow at the handsome Hercules owl making him fly off hooting indignity. Malfoy sighed *I should be happy* He thought * Only one more day of school left and I'm free* Stormy blue eyes flashed in his head , and he gave a bitter sigh. *I will never see her again. I cant believe I thought I could win her over by the end of the year...I will never see her again* He laid down on his bed not bothering to take off his robes. But just before he went into that blissful state of un-caring relaxation that is sleep, something trickled down his cheek, it was so small and clear that if you were there dear reader you would not have seen it and if you did in fact have eyes so strong and saw this phenomena you would not have believed it, the one who lay on the bed if he wasnt so downcast would have laughed at the very thought for Malfoys never cried.

Malfoy walked toward the Great Hall with his girlfriend of the week; Candy (reader I am deeply apologetic if your name is Candy honestly no offense meant.) Candy had the mental capacity of a not so bright rock *one of my smarter ones* Malfoy thought to himself with a smirk. But on the other hand she was blonde, tall, great figure and on okay snog thats all Malfoy thought he really needed. Just as Malfoy was entering the common room contemplating how one girl could move her mouth that fast in discernable speech something or rather someone caught his eye.