My first fan fic. I hope you like it.

Draco meets a girl, different than others. He thinks he won, but did he just ruin the only thing he ever loved?

Disclaimer – I don't own Harry Potter. Celeste isn't an actual character. This is an independent work.

You're Dragging Me In

Into your harsh war

Suffocating me

Stealing me from my dreams.

Very rarely did something catch his eye unless it was brand new or expensive. Hogwarts never really held anything that he wanted... well nothing he could buy. He was used to making Potter and his little friends cringe, ordering Crabbe and Goyle around, and his favorite thing... getting every ones knickers in a twist if they got in his way. This was something that he couldn't buy however; his father explained that humans couldn't be purchased legally. They could be controlled and manipulated but not owned. She was the one thing that his father could never buy for him this made Draco increasingly aggravated.

(Draco's POV)

She was sitting in the window again. It seems the more I try to make her speak to me she finds a way to ignore me. She's always drawing, dancing, or reading some book. I don't understand why I like this girl either. She reads so much she reminds me of that mudblood. She is always studying to getting within the top ten grades. She has long brown hair with a slight red tint in it. Her eyes are a pale blue; she looks at people with such emotion hidden in them it could make me cry. I hate the way she blames me. I hate it.

Now she sat there, in the window. Drawing something on the outside with such passion it makes me scowl. How could someone care about something so stupid as drawing a tree on the outside of the castle? Is that what she is drawing? I can't help the fact I'm curious. It may be my downfall one day. I tried to settle against the wall behind the window seat. She shut her book and looked up at me. I froze at those eyes. She glared at me and shook her head.

"I just wanted..."

"Don't." she said back and walked off.

Three months previous...

(Celeste's POV)

It feels weird to constantly have his silver eyes watching me. It's like he thinks he is being inconspicuous. I don't like to talk, people aren't worth my time. In fact no one really is. I much rather prefer to live in the shadows away from danger in these times. If your known by the popular kids you are pulled into the very war that is terrorizing society. He has been following me around for two years. Watching my every move and confronting me about stupid things. I try to ignore him, even though it gets violent at times.

I just always wished that I would find a nice quiet boyfriend, or friend for that matter. Someone not into the Dark Arts or fighting against them. Being sorted into Slytherin does nothing for my reputation. People assume, they say that the reason I'm so quiet is because I am planning something, hardly the case. My voice is most likely the least heard voice in this school. I should have left magic for the people that want to do it and gone to art school. Sing, dance, act, draw, nothing here has what I'm looking for. My parents insist however, "Vous devez etudie la magie!" I need to study magic for what exactly? So I can go around and fight in a war against the Dark and the Light? Just brilliant of them really, bloody brilliant.

(Draco)

She got up and left on me, leaving me staring after her in a most odd way, my mouth probably wide open in shock. She was out of the corridor before I could utter a word or smirk otherwise. Slowly walking in the direction that she had left from I stopped to look down at a paper on the ground. A letter from her parents most likely with the writing, the only problem is it is in French. Expected with the parents she had. Her father a powerful ambassador for France.

(3rd person)

She was dancing in the trophy room to some music that she enchanted to play. She studied ballet for years, since she was three. The dungeons were a dreadful place to try to dance, so she found the trophy room a calm place. She started into the Swan Lake. When she was ten she practiced for the part of Odette, she was supposed to perform later in October but she got her Hogwarts letter shortly after her eleventh birthday. Most people would be happy about the letter. She knew she wasn't a squib. Her pureblood family threw a party for her when the letter had come. She was living in England with her father and mother, because her father is the French ambassador for the ministry, during the time but she wished she had gone to Beauxbatons in France.

She lifted her leg up in a high Arabesque and the song ended. Tired she walked to the window and took a sip of water from a water bottle she had stored away when she came, so much easier than a goblet at times. She stopped the music and pulled her robe over her leotards as a shuffle could be heard on the other side of the large room.

"Salut?" she said and shook her head. "Hello?" she looked at the dark room and caught a shimmer of blonde hair. He stepped out of the shadows and Celeste backed up out of instinct. Her wand wasn't in her pockets as she reached for it.

"I should be going." She said grabbing her things and looking for her wand. She still couldn't find it but she knows that she used it to enchant the music. She looked up and he was twirling her wand, the small sapphire on the handle glinting in the candle light. "My wand, why do you have it?"

"Why were you dancing in the trophy room?"

"This is none of your business." She said and walked forward holding her hand out for her wand. "Malfoy, must you constantly taunt someone, I do nothing to deserve this." She said and his smirk scared her slightly.

"It's just fun to watch you squirm."

"I hardly squirm you prat, now give me my wand." She was close enough to touch him now. He reached out and took her arm pulling her closer and putting the wand to her jaw. He loved to watch her tremble as he lightly moved it along her jaw line all the way down to her collar bone. She reached up and caught his wrist. Then grabbed his hip pulling him flush against her. She kissed him on the lips softly, wanting to puke. It paid off when he didn't notice when she grabbed his wand until she shoved it into his stomach. In wordless magic she cast Flipendo. He flew against a hard wooden case, knocked out from the hit. She grabbed her wand from his hand, replacing it with his, backwards as to look like it backfired.

Draco woke up to the sunlight in his eyes the next morning. He was experiencing a massive headache. Madame Pomfrey walked into his view and asked him how he was. He nodded and she handed him a vial with a disgusting potion in it. He took it quickly and within minutes he remembered what had happened. 'That little arse' he thought to himself standing up and walking out of the hospital wing. It was around the time for his third class. He figured he could get out of them for the day and simply go relax on the couch in the common room.

Pansy walked in during her lunch or rather make-up painting time. She absolutely fawned over Draco wanting to take care of his every need.

"I'll get you some food and a nice goblet of pumpkin juice."

"I'm fine Pans." He used the nickname she hated. She huffed and walked to her bedroom in a furry.

It was when she entered that he finally decided to come alive for the day.

She didn't go to sleep till late, she told a prefect on her way back to her dormitories she heard a huge crash in the area of the trophy room. He didn't even suspect her when they found Malfoy out cold, it pays to not have anyone know your name.

Her first class was potions, Snape noted Malfoy's absence and left it up to the two idiots to get him his work, the potion was fairly easy. Amortentia, the strongest love potion ever made that Celeste could have sworn she saw half the people in class pocket a vial.

Herbology and Arithmancy went by so fast that she didn't feel like she was in there for more than ten minutes. It was Ancient Ruins that made her want to sleep. He gave them a ton of work that served no purpose because they learned it all before. He just gave ten pages of translation due by the next day.

She grabbed a chicken sandwich and a goblet of pumpkin juice and brought it to the Slytherin common room so she could start early on this insane amount of work. She entered quietly, but jumped when she saw him glaring right at her. She hurried toward her room but he stepped in front of her.

"You did a number on me last night, I have to say." She backed up and moved to one of the desks by the door. Her legs hit it and he grabbed her hair pushing into her. He loomed over her tall and menacing. His blonde hair brushed across her cheek. "I'll get you back for that."

"Leave me alone you perverted freak." She put her hand up pushing his face away from hers. He leaned into her hand and made a purr sound causing her to let go. She watched him receded quickly as Pansy came storming out smelling badly of horrid perfume and looking like she shot her make-up on.

"What are you doing with mute over there?"

"Just asking what was for homework." He said and Pansy laughed.

"I don't think the stuck up French girl can speak English. You should see her side of the room, its covered in weird French things."

'I can speak perfect English down to your stupid accent!' Celeste thought as she sat back down and and wrote down the next sentence on a piece of parchment.

"Let's go to lunch, Drakie." She looped one arm with his and rested her product filled black hair against his shoulder.

"Don't call me by that pathetic name." he told Pansy and let her lead him to lunch.

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