This is something that just popped into my head and I wanted some feedback as to weather or not to continue the story. I do not own anything but the plot line. I know this is short but I'm thinking of it as a prologue. Please Review.
For seven years I have been lying to everyone. If someone would ask how many lies I have told it would probably be never-ending. Way to long to be put into a list. That's what I'm thinking about right now.
After the war I just wanted it to end. All of it. The lying. The accent. The glamour. I wanted to be me again. I just didn't know how. So, right now as I'm riding the train to Hogwarts, I am thinking about why I have lied for a substantial part of my life.
Thinking back to the first lie I can remember, I realize that I lied because I was running. I have been running forever. Running with my mother. Running from family traditions. Running from the uptight rules of perfection. Running from dark wizards. And guess what, I'm tired from running.
But, running keeps my from facing my past. And I will keep running to stay away from it.
My train of thought is interrupted when the compartment door slides open. Him. The boy who I've always been running from. The one who grew up taunting me. The one who I used to be friends with. The one who I'm supposed to marry. Draco Malfoy.
"Granger, what are you doing in here?"
I hold up the tiny golden pin I received about three weeks ago. My head girl badge.
"Really, I have to be stuck with you all year?" He asks in a deadpan voice.
"Why Malfoy, if I didn't know any better than I would think you are unhappy about sharing a dorm room with a teenage girl. I always thought the idea would appeal to you." I retort while staring out the window.
"Oh, but you are not the girl I would like to dorm with. I would like to by living with an exotic beauty or a french heiress." Oh, Draco Malfoy, if only you knew.
"Well, while we're on the topic of french heiress'. I heard from a little birdie that you are betrothed. No, more whoring around for you then?"
"Ah, my betrothed has been missing since I was ten. Both her and her mother ran away from home. If she is found then, I will of course be marrying her."
"Let's hope she never stops running then."
