Draco.

My older sister, Daphne, was in the same year as him at Hogwarts. Of course, I had heard a myriad of stories about him, and I had seen him in the halls. But I never really paid attention to him. It's quite odd actually. You can go through school not noticing someone, and then one day, all of a sudden, you actually look at them. Of course you've seen them before; talked to them even, but you start noticing things.

I was in the Slytherin common room when this occurred to me. Seated on the floor, doing potions homework, I noticed Draco was sitting alone at a desk. He looked tense, uneasy, on the verge of tears. I noticed that something was wrong. I knew I couldn't do anything though, I was only in my fourth year, and he was in his sixth. His father was sent to Azkaban and poor Draco was made a death eater then forced to kill the headmaster Albus Dumbledore. On top of all of that he had that potter boy on his case the entire time.

I had Daphne slip him sweets and the answers to homework anonymously. The only reason she did this for me was because I blackmailed her. I recommend this for everyone, always get things/photographs that can be used as blackmail; you'll never know when you'll need it.

I savored those moments when his eyes lit up when he found someone had slipped sweets into his bag. His mother used to always send sweets to him, but with everything going on, she didn't have the time.

In my fifth year, I noticed how much worse Draco had gotten. He was paler than normal, emaciated and had a sickly look to him. I could hardly bare to look at him at all. It made me feel horrible. I wanted to help him, but I was far too timid.

I came upon him at Hogwarts after the war had ended.

"I thought I'd be the only one here..." I say in almost a laugh as I sift through the rubble of the fallen school.

"As did I," he responded.

We were left to the ear-splitting silence for a a long while until I decided to break it. "What're you looking for?" I had hoped maybe I'd be able to help him find it.

"My father's walking stick..."

"Oh... I'm looking for a string of pearls," I lied, "I would buy a new one. Money isn't the problem. It's sentiment; they were my great-grandmother's." The actual reason was that I just wanted to be alone. I supposed that was the reason he was there too, for both of us could have simply used the summoning spell.

"I'll tell you if I find them," he assured me.

We occasionally would chat about random things, but mostly we kept quiet. He went home at noon and reappeared an hour later. At dusk Draco had finally found his fathers walking stick. "I'm sorry we didn't find your pearls. Somebody left this," he held up one of the most beautiful necklaces I have ever seen in my life, "You'd be dumb not to take them."

"T-thank you," I said to him, graciously taking the necklace.

"I know it can't replace the one you're looking for. I'll come back tomorrow to help you look. Would eleven be alright?"

"Yes," I nodded, "thank you." I ran out of the castle and apparated back home. I'd been practicing with Daphne. It was actually the first time I'd done it successfully.

"Where've you been?" My mother asked me.

"I've been out." I ran up to my bedroom as my mother called out something about me being only sixteen.

I laid down on my bed absorbing all that had happened. Had he asked me out on a date? I must've been imaging it. I shook my head. I decided to get a better look at the necklace. It was beautiful. Made of emeralds and diamonds.

"Mum demands you to come downstairs." Daphne came into my room. "What's that?" She took the necklace from my hands.

"It's mine!" I say, snatching it back from her.

"I've never seen it before. Where'd you get it?"

"A friend..."

"Alright," she sat down on my bed, "tell me the truth or I won't cover for you."

I shrugged then told her the entire story. "It looks so familiar. I wonder who it belonged to." I say. But then it hit me. "I've got it! I'd seen his mother wear it. But how did it get to Hogwarts?"

Daphne elbowed me, something she always did. "You git! He obviously stole it from his mother when he went home for lunch!"

"Why would he do that?" I said.

"He must like you. I mean- why would he ask you to come back tomorrow to look for a necklace he obviously knows doesn't exist?"

Next chapter will be up soon and it'll be much longer. If you've read this, I'd really like to know your opinion. Maybe a suggestion or two? Thank you so much.