This is my first fanfic about Dramione. Please review :). I know I need to improve my writing style. More chapters should be coming soon.

Prologue:

Narcissa Malfoy gazed into her son's eyes. She teared up at the thought of sending her little boy off to Hogwarts in merely 5 minutes. She buttoned up his coat and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Draco dear, try your best write me every week."

"Yes, mum." He replied. Narcissa ruffled her son's bleach blond hair and whispered in his ear,

"Always remember the Malfoy legend, Draco, the story behind our pure, silky hair. You fall for a mudblood and it turns into the color of mud. You don't want that now, do you?"

"No, I don't." Draco looked scared. His mother chuckled,

"No need to worry darling, as long as you befriend only those within Slytherin you will uphold our family honor."

"Family honor." Draco thought to himself. "That's all that mattered, honoring his family."

7 YEARS LATER

Raindrops and Teardrops

The only disadvantage of attending boarding school in Scotland was that it rained way too much. It was another one of those overcast days and the rain clouds

seemed to be suspended over Hogwarts like the branches of a whomping willow. Why wasn't Hogwarts located somewhere tropical, perhaps Bora Bora? Draco

snickered to himself as he imagined the medieval castle sitting amongst a cove of palm trees by a glistening blue ocean. He gazed up at the sky and felt

raindrops plop down on his nose as he cut through the grass. Admiring the shiny, ephemeral jewels as they vanished one by one in the green abyss of the lawn.

Ever since his father's imprisonment in Azkaban, Draco had had undergone a subtle transformation. He no longer thought of himself as a Death-eater and

because of that, McGonagall had appointed him as Head Boy. However, the one thing that had not changed was his hate for filthy mudbloods, especially Hermione

Granger. To make matters worse, Granger was made Head Girl this year. Therefore, they were staying together in the Heads' house/suite. Draco bounded up the

moving staircases to the portrait of Edward Rabnott and muttered the password, "Double Trouble" Relieved to find the commons empty; he pulled out the guitar

from under his bed that he had smuggled into the school. Strumming the strings and sitting on the couch he sang,

Ooo and she's the definition of love,

A little gift sent from high above.

And all I can do is stop and stare,

So darling let me run my fingers through you hair.

The door opened with a creak and Hermione stomped in.

"Golly, where is that music coming from?" she asked. Spotting the guitar in Draco's hands,

"Malfoy? Is that a..guitar?"

Draco spat back, "None of your business mudblood, what are you doing here anyways?"

"Well excuse me, this is my common room too and get your filthy shoes off the leather sofa!" she scolded.

"Why don't you get your filthy mudblood self out of my sight?" Draco retorted.

Hermione slapped him across the cheek and slammed the door as she walked out. Draco could see the tears in the corners of her eyes and for a moment he felt

a pang of guilt. He wished to comfort her, soothe her, but he would be spitting on his father's memory if he did so. If only she knew the emotional pain he went

through for her. Setting himself down in an alcove by the window, he sang his troubles away. He couldn't be with her but at least he could sing about her. His

teardrops fell in sync with the rain outside and for the first time in a while, he wept.