He was tall, probably about 6'3". His hair was wispy and blonde and even disheveled it was perfect. Well built with an angular chin. But what she somehow noticed for the first time were the mesmerizing depths of his eyes. A crystalline blue so deep yet clouded over until they appeared gray like moonstones and drusy.
He was everything she dreamed of as a child and everything she was attracted to now. Yet somehow, this was the first time she had seen him as such. She couldn't even begin to wrap her mind around it. What was different about now?
The truly terrible answer to her terrifying question was- she had no idea. Of course she always knew he was at the very least decent looking, she would have been an idiot not to. Even his enemies, and he had more than enough, were not oblivious to his beauty. Still, she had looked past it. Unlike most pureblood girls her age, Draco Malfoy was not her one true desire growing up. At least she hadn't thought he was. So why looking into his eyes did she suddenly feel every sensation tenfold?
Her family was interesting, the definition of perfect. Or at least that's how they appeared to the outside world. But inside it all they were just like any other family. Messed up with expectations that didn't match reality, and relationships that ran tense with secrets and corruption. In fact her 'perfect' family was probably more skrewed over than most.
Coming from a fairly prestigous pureblood lineage, she had different opportunites set out for her. Not unlike other purebloods her age and caliber, her life would be different from that of the average wizard. This much she knew from birth. Yet, with every passing year, it all became more apparent. She simply wasn't like everyone else. Her friends were decided by her parents, primarily running with a hand picked bunch, whether or not she actually enjoyed their company. And while she ardently detested Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, most of the people in her group she came to enjoy largely. That's the thing about growing up the way she did. As a child, the decisions one makes are largely reflective of their parents and how they've been brought up. Ivy Persophne Selwyn was no different in that respect at least. That was the thing about purebloods though, while often a little too interested in image, they generally had a fierce sense of loyalty and charm that bound them together.
The Selwyn family came from a rather distinct set of purebloods. Descendants of Salazar Slytherin and the Peverell family, the Selwyn's were one of the most prominent families in the wizarding world, and one of the "sacred twenty-eight". With excessive fortunes they were rather comfortable with remarkable taste. However, they were surprisingly quiet. Of course Sampson Anthony Selwyn held a distinguished ministry position, only adding to the family glory, but something about the Selwyn's was very private. While their stance on blood purity was known, Sampson Selwyn's position as a high ranking death eater had not once been suspected by any outside of their circle. It was if the closed gates of their pureblood estate were impenetrable both literally and figuratively. And that was just how they liked it.
He was from a different world, but then so was she. Would they make it through together? Or would they fall short...
[I obviously have no claim over Harry Potter, would've been nice though... Just a glimpse of what I'm going to do with Rowling's story] -Drusy