She hailed from Greece like a storm off the coast, five foot nine with an attitude ten feet tall, luscious black hair, hazel eyes and olive skin. Not Draco's type at all. He liked them short with blond hair and a quiet mouth. But she, no she was too much leg and talked to loud; he couldn't stand her. "Carter," she introduced herself as that first day in Potions. Every boy in that room had eyes trained on her as she spoke.

'What a ridiculous name for a girl,' Draco thought, 'what was she a boy before and had a sex change?' Draco laughed aloud causing attention to turn to him.

"Would you like to share the joke with the class, Draco?" Snape snarled at his godson.

"I don't think it's appropriate for the Gryffindors ears, sir," he retorted.

"Well then keep your inside jokes outside my classroom." Draco went back to staring down the intrusion upon his senses known as Carter Trastopolus. She really was too much of everything; too tall, too much hair, too much mouth; everything he hates about a girl.

"Draco, since you refuse to work with anyone else, you can work with Carter." Snape ordered.

"What?!" Draco snapped back.

"You. Carter. Partners. Period," with that Snape continued with his lesson.

"Oh fuck me." Draco cursed.

"You're not really my type but thanks for the offer." Carter smirked, one to rival Draco's own as she sat down next to him.

"Like I'm even interested in you." Draco said without giving her a second glance.

"You're just saying that because I hurt your pride." Carter smiled knowing the impact of her words would hit him sooner of later. The rest of class went on without much interaction between the two other than asking the next ingredient or discussing observations. Carter was exceptionally bright Draco had noted, it would be easy for him to work with someone who was on his skill level but it wasn't like he was going to go shouting it from the Astronomy tower. When class was over everyone packed up quickly, everyone but Draco, who sat transfixed. He watched Carter intently as she packed up to leave.

"What do you mean I'm not your type? I'm everybody's type!" Draco shouted.

"Not mine," Carter replied and walked away.

The next few days rolled by in a blur of unanswered questions. Who was this girl? Who did she think she was to say Draco wasn't her type? Why was he thinking about her? He snapped quickly out of his inner consciousness when he felt the object of his unwanted obsession nudge him in the ribs.

"You okay?" concern was written across Carter's tan features, her eyes wide with compassion.

"Yeah, and thanks for shoving me hard enough to break a rib. Draco chuckled.

Carter's face changed to mischievous grin, "I can do much worse," she said.

"Really?" More than Draco's brain took note of the intentions of her words.

"Yeah," she said, leaning closer, "IF you were actually my type." Carter sat back in her chair and focused on the lesson.

"Tease." Draco growled under his breath.