Draco Malfoy has to be one of the meanest, evilest and rudest people I know. He's rich, snobby and the school bully, literally rules the school and everyone moves out of his way in the corridors. He gets good grades in everything and he is the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team as the Seeker.
Did I mention he is definitely unnaturally hot? There is no way nature could make something so delicately attractive and make every single girl in Hogwarts secretly in love with him. No way. He is rather extremely attractive, but I'm too busy reading books and being the bookworm I am to let it affect me.
I'm Leah Miller, a Gryffindor who happens to be in the same year as him. I'm average height, with long brown slightly curly hair, brown eyes and almost as smart as Hermione Granger, who is also in my year. Now back to the story.
He is taller than most boys in our year; with platinum blonde hair that is always soft, silvery gray eyes that would chain you to them so you would stare uncontrollably at him definitely makes him stand out. Somehow I managed to skip the spell that made me want to get in his pants because I saw nothing when I looked at him, except an asshole. Especially the time I was walking past the Black Lake when we were in Third Year.
He spent all his weekends that year with his gang of friends by the lake, pranking people. I was making my way to the castle when he called me over. Why he even bothered to remember my name I would never know, since I was in Gryffindor, the house he hated the most.
I had no idea what to do so I just stood there innocently as he walked down to where I was and I stood helplessly as he raised his hand to the necklace I was wearing and he gave it a sharp tug, breaking off into his hand. He threw it in the lake and smirked.
"I believe I just did you a favour, it was ugly anyway," he sneered.
"You're such a jerk Malfoy," I replied, and he snorted.
"I'm a Slytherin, what do you expect?" he said.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" I retorted and stormed off, my long brown curly hair flying behind me. I could hear them all laughing as I fled to the castle. Fast forward to this year, my sixth year and he was still the same old jerk I'd always known.
On Saturday morning the half yearly Quidditch match was on - Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. I wasn't particularly paying attention to the game because I was drawing on a piece of parchment but Ellie, a girl with hazel eyes, medium length light brown hair that was naturally straight who happened to be my best friend and the best Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, pointed out that Malfoy was looking at me directly as he flew past every time and I pulled my head up to see him flying towards our end looking at me again and then he smiled at me so I glared at him to go away.
Half an hour later the game was over- he'd caught the snitch, meaning Slytherin had won. They celebrated long, strong and hard for the next week, always cheering when walking down the corridors and always travelling in packs so no one could pass them. I happened to run into them one afternoon on my way to the dungeons for potions.
I was too busy focusing on just getting to class that I ran head on into Malfoy, the books in my arms falling to the ground. I retrieved them as he said "Watch it". I didn't want to talk to him so I stepped to the side to walk around him and he also stepped to the same side so I couldn't pass. I looked at him and told him to move.
"And what are you going to do about it?" he said in his usual mean voice.
"Shouldn't you be getting to class?" I said since we were in the same class, getting slightly annoyed as he just stood there with his arms crossed smirking at me so I just pushed straight past him and went to class. Around 10 minutes later he walked in, taking a seat on the other side of the room occasionally glancing over at me, a smirk planted on his face the whole time.
I couldn't find my wand halfway through the lesson - it wasn't in my bag or on my desk and it wasn't on the floor when I remembered the only place it could have dropped - the dungeons where Malfoy got in my way. I was sure he had picked it up and wouldn't give it back anytime soon. That must be why he keeps smirking at me, I thought. At dinner I went up to him to see if my theory was correct.