Just Let Me Taste the Sky: A Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction
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"You think they'll call us stars one day Draco?"
"We can never truly know who we are; it's stupid to think of the future."
"But Draco..."
"Shh, this night has only just begun. Let's enjoy it whilst we can. Next month things will be different, no more laying in the garden gazing at the stars, no more midnight chats. We'll be in Hogwarts."
"It's a scary thought isn't it?"
"Nothing scares me; you should know that by now."
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Draco hadn't lied, that very next month things had changed dramatically for him; his life was never the same after joining Hogwarts. I hear you wondering who Draco had been talking to in that very subtle last night, her name was Elizabeth Felizette and the two had been inseparable...once. They friendship had crumbled when Elizabeth had been sorted into Ravenclaw and not Slytherin. Of course it became impossible for Draco to be seen with her, he had an image to uphold or rather his father's image to uphold and though Elizabeth was pure of blood, she was not worthy to be in Draco's circle of friends. It was not that which had hurt Elizabeth the most, it was the fact that though the breakdown of their friendship was tearing her apart inside, Draco seemed to brush it off with the rest of his emotions, like she meant nothing to him; like their childhood meant nothing to him.
Time was a powerful healer though and Elizabeth had grown accustomed to life without her best friend. She had met new people, some she'd grown so very attached to like the Trio; Harry, Ron and Hermione, but then again there were some she wasn't so fond of, Cho Chang and her group of prissy girls for example. Over the course of their early years at Hogwarts, Elizabeth's thoughts had slowly become less and less consumed by Draco until the point where she hardly thought of him at all.
Draco on the other hand hadn't pushed his emotions as deep as he would have liked. Though he never showed it, he had been just as cut up at the loss of Elizabeth as a friend. She'd been the one person who'd really understood him, the one person who could just sit there and listen when he needed her to; when there was no need for words she could still tell him that she was there for him in the way she'd put her arm around him and hug him close. There was a time when he'd told both their parents that he was going to run away with Elizabeth and marry her. They had only been 7 years old and yet that memory remained with Draco. Of course had his father known how unhappy he was about being forced to ignore his one and only true friend he would have given him a clip around the ear and told him to be a man and get some back bone. If there was one thing that Draco couldn't stand more than losing Elizabeth, it was shaming his father and the family name.
In the beginning, he had found himself resenting Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat for placing Elizabeth in Ravenclaw, sure he'd always known that she would turn out to be a smart young woman but he wished that she hadn't become smart enough for Ravenclaw. Even to the present day where our story begins, he found himself daydreaming about what it would have been like to have her in his group of friends, having that one person to confide in. Draco of course knew that when he caught her eye in the corridors or the Great Hall, she held nothing but distain and disgust for him; each time he met her icy glare it felt like a knife was slicing at his heart, but he'd be damned if he let anyone else know about these feelings. After all, feelings were for wimps like Potty Head, Weaselbee and that Mud Blood. No, Draco was much too tough for feelings and it was just that which had been his downfall.
As things stood, it was the Sixth year of Hogwarts and in all those years Draco and Elizabeth had spoken mere greetings to each other in school and avoided each other outside of school. Elizabeth was lucky that her mother had a softer heart than her father who was ready to disown her for not making it into Slytherin. With gentle persuasion he had caved in and she hadn't lost her status within the family though her father had less time for her than he did before the sorting incident. She still had her mother's affection and her younger sister who was sorted into Slytherin along with ever other member of the family so home life wasn't terrible until she was forced to those ghastly functions that her family were expected to attend; mainly held at Malfoy Manor. That's where it became difficult for both her Draco. The tension was sky high, both Draco and Elizabeth yearning to talk to each other but an invisible barrier stopping them from doing so. Awkward glances, chances missed, this was what those nights meant for both parties involved and neither of them liked it. As the students arrived for the beginning of their Sixth year, it wasn't looking like things were going to improve.