Prologue
My seventh year at Hogwarts was not anything liked I had expected it to be. Well, some things were to be expected. Being made Head Girl for example. And, as much as I hated to admit it, I knew somewhere in the back of my mind, the part that represses anything unwanted, that Draco Malfoy would undoubtedly be Head Boy.
Although he sounded completely idiotic when his father's words left his mouth, he was very intelligent academically speaking. He truly was my intellectual rival.
So when he sauntered in the Heads compartment on the Hogwarts Express that fateful September day, I was needless to say not stunned.
Don't get me wrong. I certainly did not want to spend an entire year sharing a common room and a bathroom with him. Being is such close proximity with him made me uncomfortable.
As it stands, Draco Malfoy is even to me, extraordinarily beautiful for any normal human being. He truly does live up to name and reputation.
And, if that wasn't enough to just ruin my image of him, that fact that he changed sides was! About a month before school started back the Order got the most unexpected and unlikely visitor begging us to help him. He claimed that he never wanted to be a Death Eater, that his father had tortured him for years and that to save his life he obliged unwillingly.
No one really believed him. No one but Dumbledore that is…and his word is the one that counts. His sheer faith in people was astounding at times. It wasn't until he agreed to undergo questioning with the use of Verituserum that everyone began to believe him.
After that day, he was always at Grimauld Place, staying most nights. He was also always around it seemed, but he usually kept to himself. Harry and Ron were definitely not happy with Dumbledore's decision but did warm up to him after awhile. It was the scariest thing I had ever witnessed and believe me I had witnessed my fair share of unusual things.
If you didn't often find them arguing Quidditch or playing a game of wizard's chess they were usually doing some other random boyish activity. I wouldn't exactly call them friends but they were friendly. Still, I couldn't bring myself to fully trust him. Something about the way he would look at me sent my nerves over the edge. Harry and Ron told me I was being stupid, but something about him didn't unnerved me still. Not like he was bad, just way too different to actually be Malfoy.
That was the reason for my lack of enthusiasm at him being Head Boy and the two of us sharing living quarters. Everyone else thought it was a great way for us to finally start to bond since we didn't really speak much during the summer.
Little did I know that I was in for the ride of my life. Who knew talking would lead to falling in love?
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