Elisa Blackwood is an eighteen years old girl, she has thin glasses, three earrings for each ear, a ring on her index finger of the left hand and a ring on her index finger of the right hand and her wrists covered in bracelets, she has curly lomg brown hair and brown eyes, a belly, big thighs, wide hips and stretch marks and light skin.

Draco Malfoy, a blond silver-eyed Slytherin, he's also eighteen.

Draco has always lived with the thought that emotions meant weakness, like his family always said. That was until he met Elisa.

She was like a breath of fresh air: carefree in every possible way. She would run barefoot in meadows, stand in cabriolet cars, play with random kids, help everyone and a lot more.

That's probably what made Draco fall in love: in his world full of rules and elegance, her world was explosive and colorful. He would stare at her every chance he got and he couldn't believe this wonderful girl was his, that she chose him and God if she was pretty when she told him she loved him.

She's the best and he couldn't ask for more.

Now it is summer and holidays started. Elisa has a small house not far from Malfoy Manor and that's where Draco spends his holidays, his parents don't notice anyway.