Love. What is love? How do you know its there? Do you just feel it? How do you know its real? All these questions run through every teenagers mind. Muggle or Magic. Except for one. A certain blonde, selfish, self-loving git, that never felt love before. He thinks its only for muggles, and muggle-born, or mud-bloods, as he calls them. But, of course, hes wrong. Hell soon find out what it all means. How it feels. But one more question .. Can love really change how a person is?
"Drakie! Drakie-poo! Where are you?" A pug-faced girl shrieked, trying to find a certain blonde. A certain Draco Malfoy.
Up at the Boys Dormitory, Draco sat in his four-poster bed, drawing in his sketch-book. Hes a great artist. Nobody knew that. Theres always been something about Draco Malfoy that nobody knows about. A side that has been waiting to come out. But he cant show it. His friends would laugh at him, or worse, his father would find out.
He gathered up his things and hid them in a special trunk that nobody dared to open. They know what Draco would do to them if they even touched it. He walked in the Common Room, where Pansy Parkinson was still looking for him.
"What the bloody-hell do you want?" He mumbled under his breath.
"You, Drakie-poo!" She said, running towards him and wrapping her chubby arm around his.
"Didnt I tell you never to call me that? Didnt I also tell you last week, that were not together? So get off!" He yelled, pulling his arm off her.
"But Drakie-poo! You love me! I know you always think about me!" She said, batting her short, crooked eye lashes at him.
He looked down at her and shot her an icy glare."Youre wrong."
Indeed she is. Theres only one girl in Draco Malfoys mind. A girl hed never seen before. Except in his dreams. Everynight, he dreams about her. His sketch book is actully filled with her. You can see her face in every partchment. He remembers every detail of her face. Her wavy brown locks, her hazel brown eyes, and her cherry red lips, that always curled into a smile. She doesnt have a name. He doesnt even know if shes real. All he knows is, shes the girl of his dreams. Literally.
"Who are you?" He whispered to himself.
He walked the Hogwars hallways, still thinking about the mysterious girl. Little did he know an answer awaits him in the Great Hall. It was up to him if hell notice.
He sat at his usual seat. Next to Crabbe and Goyle. And away from Pansy. He looked around for his bestfriend Blaise Zambini, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Hey, Malfoy!" Said a girl sitting infront of him at the Slytherin table. She had brown hair and green eyes. Actually, she resembled a bit of Blaise.