Disclamier: Do I really need to say?
Chapter 1: They seem opposites
Faye Lutton, to put it simply, is unique. She's an extraordinary girl, definitely. For she is a believer, one of those rare people you come across who say "Anything is possible if you just believe." Faye is also exceptionally intelligent and smarter than usual for her age. One other unusual thing about her is how perfectly optimistic she is. As well her appearance is somewhat unusual. Her skin a pallid white compares to the colour of the moon and her hair, honey-blonde, smooth and wavy, hangs to her waist. Her wide, glistening eyes are of a bluish-grey like that of the sky on a rainy day, but still they have pure clarity, and are framed by thick, long lashes. Her lips full and cherry red sits above her chin and below a sweet little button-nose. Her heart-shaped face is like that painted of a God by an old art master. Although extremely mature for her age of 15, Faye is tiny, more like the size of a 12 year old, and little over 5ft. So some would say that Faye is beautiful and some would say she is inhumanly beautiful and thus some would say she was a freak. And most importantly the weirdest thing about this girl is that she is a witch and a rather talented one to, only she quite just no this yet. All she thinks of herself is that she is a human girl but sometimes things that are a little peculiar seem to happen to her at the oddest of times.
But in the shadows in the world lie other witches and wizards, hidden from eyes of muggels (or the majority of them anyway). Some wizards would pride themselves on their pure bloodline of magical ability; others think it is time for wizards to finally liaise with muggles and there have been these corresonponding views for quite some time now. Most purebloods vow to the Dark Arts of magic, with their leader Lord Voldemort, or as he more commonly goes by: You-Know-Who. Especially one family, the Malfoys. Yes especially them. They believe mudbloods are scum only here for them to wipe their feet on them. They believe vermin come before mudbloods anyway. And these thoughts have been drilled over and over and over again into the sleek blond head of one young Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, a young boy of 16 with silver hair and stone grey eyes, forced to do; forced to think; forced to obey, what his father orders him to even when Draco disagrees with it on extreme levels. But by now these commands have been forced too deep into Draco's mind, some part of him believes what his father tells him, so with this how could Draco fall in love with one of the mudbloods, the scum? But, another part realises how much he really does despise his father.
AN: This is my first fanfic and so please be nice and review... i know it is short but don't worry i will try to make the next chapters longer and i will only update if you review.