Here's the first chapter to my first story, Cure, featuring Draco Malfoy and an OC. I'm not sure on how often I'll be updating yet, but don't forget to follow/favorite and review!
Chapter 1: Beginnings and Pasts
If I could name two things I hated most in the world, they would be Draco Malfoy, and well...nothing. There was nothing I hated more than Malfoy. He was an arrogant, selfish, rich bad-boy who thought too much of himself. I was sitting under a tree near the lake feeding my leftover breakfast to the giant squid when he came up to me.
"Decided to ditch breakfast, huh," he said. There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, just enough for me to get irritated, like he knew I would.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I replied back, trying to sound bored and indifferent without a care in the world. I knew that would be hard to believe, I had stormed out of the Great Hall in the middle of breakfast, angry at my house, Slytherin, and the sorting hat for putting me into it. Don't get me wrong, even if I didn't agree with everything or everyone in my house, I loved it. However, that morning, I came to breakfast in a totally normal mood, when I saw Malfoy taunting some first years. Sure, they were from Gryffindor, but a seventh year was scary no matter what house you were in. So I marched over to him, and told him off.
"Malfoy, stop it! I can't believe you, a prefect and all!" I was mad beyond all reasons. Prefects were supposed to help first years and other younger students around, not show off to them, and tease and taunt them.
"Oh, and who's gonna stop me? Professor Slughorn? Because we all know just how much he would do, don't we?" He replied back with a smirk on his face that I wanted to slap off. I told the first years to hurry away, and not to worry. They looked back at me appreciatively, and not saying a word, scurried away. I turned back to him ready to come back with a reply, like I usually did. I realized I was out of ideas, though, and he was right. Professor Slughorn would do absolutely nothing. He didn't hate me, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and was useless anyway, in areas of discipline. I could, as a prefect myself, take away points from his house, but why would I do that to my own house? My only other option was to turn smartly on my heel, and march away without saying anything.
Fuming, I reached the Slytherin table, flung my bag down, and started grabbing at food, not really caring what I was eating. My friend Taylor, or T-Squared as we sometimes called her, looked at me curiously. Taylor's nickname came from her very interesting name, Taylor Taylor, which her mom had named her after obsessing after that name since she was a kid for reasons no one knew. When she met a man with the last name of Taylor, she knew he was meant for her, so they fell in love, and had a baby girl, naming her Taylor even with protests from Mr. Taylor. When I met her six years ago when we were first years, I had thought it was the weirdest thing I had ever heard and assumed it as a Muggle thing, like her parents, but she had assured me it was most certainly not.
"You okay, Ariadne?" she asked me precariously, glancing back at where Malfoy was. Taylor knew me, I got mad at almost anything Malfoy said or did.
"Yeah, fine!" I almost shouted.
"Okay, okay, just making sure," she said, putting her hands up in surrender. Malfoy came and sat down smoothly two seats from me, next to my other best friend, Jake Springer, who had given Taylor her well loved nickname. The three of us were the oddest Slytherin's. My whole family was from Gryffindor, Taylor was Muggle-born, which was super rare for a Slytherin, and Jake was pure-blood, but his family wasn't on Voldemort's side in the war. The three of us found each other to be similar, and in the same house. Though it seemed like we weren't in the right house, the Sorting Hat made no mistakes, and it was our ambition to be great that made the cut. It didn't take long for us to become best friends.
"Hey Springer," said an arrogant voice two seats over. "Wanna trade seats? It's no fair that you always get to sit next to Winters. Give someone else a chance!" I knew he wanted to wind me up, but I didn't care at this point if he got his way. I sprang out of my seat, hastily grabbing two pieces of toast, and stormed out of the Great Hall in fury.
"I asked if you decided to ditch breakfast, Winters," he said, his voice pulling me out of the past hour and bringing me back to reality. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know."
"I don't have to answer to you, Malfoy. You have no power over me." My voice was edged with a tone of hate mixed with sassiness.
"Alright, suit yourself, but I'm not leaving until I get an answer. Why do you hate me so much?" His question surprised me. I raised my eyebrows slightly, but said nothing. "Take your time," he said, sitting down and leaning on another tree next to me. I did nothing but turn away slightly and toss the rest of my toast into the lake. I turned to get up, and ignore him completely, but he stopped me by grabbing my forearm. Leaning in close, he said, "I asked you a question, Winters. Just tell me, and then I won't bother you." I couldn't lie to myself that his closeness had no effect on me, but I pretended on the outside it did. I may not have liked him, but I wasn't stupid. He was attractive, no doubt. His hair was slightly ruffled and his deep grey eyes bore into my, equally deep, yet clear, midnight blue eyes. I stared back at him with as much force as him, but with a different energy. He was trying to use his charm against me. It, however, did not work on me, unlike how it did on every other girl in the school. My stare was charged with fiery hate and disgust. "Please?" he added.
"Alright, fine," I said, sighing. "I thought it was obvious, but I guess it isn't. I don't actually hate you though, you know." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even acknowledge them as true, but I immediately realized that they were. I might say it to myself all the time, but Malfoy wasn't bad enough for me to hate him. "You just really irritate me. I mean, you think you're so cool, yet you're so arrogant and you've got this whole bad-boy thing, you tease anyone who isn't as "great" as you are, yet you aren't so great because you're a horrible person for what you did in the war." As soon as I said those last words, I regretted them. I knew Malfoy was a changed person, and in the war, he had no choice if he wanted to stay alive. I saw the expression on his face change immediately, and I mentally slapped myself for saying that. I might not have liked him, but I knew any mention of the war caused him pain. That's probably why he decided to come back and repeat his seventh year like a few others did, so he wouldn't have to live in places that would remind him of his past choices, and could at least try and forget. He started to turn away, but I caught his arm and stared at him. "Wait, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I know you had no choice." My words seemed to have no effect on him now, though. He had already blocked me out.
"Yeah, well, you know what else I had none of? A family, a home, not a house, love, choices, and so many other things. You have parents that love you, and normal ones too. I don't even get how you're a Slytherin. You're a much better person than all of us." His remark about me being in Slytherin was my burden. He had hit a heavy spot.
"My parents were in Gryffindor," I replied softly. "I've always been an outcast, not only to my family, but to our school house. Sure, people like me, but they don't get me. Slytherin's aren't really 'bad'. We might be meaner, but we're mostly just ambitious. I've always wanted to do a lot in life. Be loved, love others. Do great things. So when I do things like tell you off, or try to do great things, people think I'm being like a Gryffindor or something. But it's really the Slytherin in me that's talking. To be the one that's great, that's the ambitious part of me. I mean, I don't do it just for that. I can't stand to see people hurt, but I'm not a complete outsider." I don't really know why I told him all of this. I guess it felt like he could understand me. He never wanted to be any part of the war, especially on the side he was on.
"I guess I never got that either," he said, surprising me with a half-normal comment.
"Yeah, whatever," I replied back, starting to get up. He moved away from me, which surprised me.
"You can go now," he told me, like I couldn't have before.
"Ugh, don't tell me what I can and can't do!" I stood up, picking my bag up, and marched away feeling whatever had just happened between us in that somewhat heart to heart was over. It was Draco Malfoy, after all, what could I expect?
Oooh, things are already starting to heat up a little bit. Tell me how you like it, and hopefully chapter 2 will be up shortly! ~VeryHarryWhovian
