A/N: Hi! So this is Lovetobeme! And this is my first draco.. i really hope you enjoy this! (the firsst chapter is written from Draco's Point Of View)
Background: It`s the end of the war, everybody is restarting their year a Hogwwarts because of the poor and (for some) missed education. Faith and Ron are dating for sometimes, but sometimes Ron seems a little bit sad. Danica is dating sad George Weasley (he`s sad because Fred died), Ginny and Harry are dating, Hermione is still single, although she has a crush on a certain Slytherin.. it is the Welcome back Feast...
Her voice resonated through the hall, her words echoing inside my head. I held on to her every word, everything she said, sounded melodious floating through the Entrance Hall, touching everybody's ears gracefully, and leaving them breathless. She looked over at me. Her unique soft auburn eyes filled with excitement and a smidge of worry. What was she worried about? That her voice wouldn't sound appropriate? Hell! It was more than appropriate! It was perfect! I tried to smile to show her that she shouldn't worry about it, but I couldn't. Her voice just seemed to enchant me into oblivion. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She lighted every single gloomy corner of the Hall. Her slim body was standing for the first time gracefully, her long legged beauty shining out from underneath her skin tight pants. Her curves excellently accentuated by her red shirt, which brought out her emerald eyes. Her black wavy hair tumbled onto her shoulders, framing her perfect face. Her kissable lips were bright against her pale skin. Her eyelashes brushing her cheek whenever she blinked. Only one word could describe this beauty: Perfect.
At the end of her song, it almost hurt for her to end. I wish she would continue. I looked over at Potter, he was smiling at her. She looked so proud and so fucking adorable. I wish I could just...
She walked towards the Gryffindor table where Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, Dean, Seamus, Ginny and Danica were sitting. She practically beamed at the Weasel. My hand instantly tightened into a fist. It was so fucking unfair! Why should a pathetic blood traitor like him get to be with a perfect girl like her?
"Draco?" Asked Blaise Zabini from beside me. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I said, instantly wiping the scowl on my face and carefully composing my features into an easy going smile. "I'm fine," Zabini looked at me for a few seconds before returning to his conversation with his neighbor.
I glanced at Faith again. She kissed the Weasel on the lips lightly and smiled. I looked away before I did something I wouldn't regret but might injure the Weasel's well being.
I continued to look at her all through the Welcome back feast. She was interesting. Sometimes she'd prop open a book and read when things got to boring. And other times she'd chat happily, she was always a bundle of energy eve when she read. Her gaze would dance across the page, her face showing every emotion. She looked up at me, our eyes connected. She smiled a little. I wish I could return that gaze. But I couldn't. I don't know why. After I didn't she frowned a little and went back to reading her book, sometimes sneaking glances at me. Her auburn eyes full of curiosity and wonder.
The Feast had finally ended. And with the farewell and off to bed from McGonagall, the new Headmistress, off we went. I saw her kiss Weasley again. Stupid... Son of a- Is she walking towards me? Well I wouldn't really call it walking, more like prancing... No, she's probably walking somewhere else; I'm just in her way. She stopped right in front of me. She looked up at me, since she was a few inches shorter than me, around 5. Her auburn eyes full of determination.
"Yes?" I said.
"Why were you looking at me?" she said.
"Please, Potter, don't flatter yourself, why would I ever feel the need to barf?" I said. What the bloody hell did I say that for?
Her eyes filled themselves with hurt, but were quickly vanished and a certain haughty nature was clearly etched into her face. She glared at me. "You're bloody git, you know that right? You stupid Death Eater." she said.
I shoved her hard and she fell on the ground. I looked around, everybody had left. Shock filled every part of her face, then anger. "Don't call me a Death Eater, you Gryffindor whore,"
"I'm only calling you what you are, git." she said. She strode up to me. " And a word of advice," she leaned in close to me, if I just moved my face a couple of more inched closer to hers our lips would be touching and I could kiss her. This thought did not bother me at all. "Don't you ever touch me again," her face wore a mask of pure rage. She began to walk away. I caught her arm.
"I can do what I bloody please; I don't need a Potter to tell me what and what not to do."
Within seconds I was blasted to the floor with a hex. I looked up to see her wand pointed towards me. I shot a dirty glare at her. "Glare at me all you want, Malfoy, but you'll never be able to touch this," she said, her wand pointed towards her. She left the room, her hips swaying back and forth. Her rear looked quite nice from here. I smiled to myself.
I always loved challenges. I always won them too. I smiled and got up, walking back to the Slytherin room.
A/N: Hi! So that's the end of the first chapter! Did you like it? Please let me know what you think!I made a few changes ;)
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