~Memories~
In my life, there have been horrific and painful events that have happened. I look back and remember the loss of my parents, relatives and many friends. Got my heart broken a couple of times too. I was tortured, hexed, bullied, taunted and abused. But nothing, not one of those could compare to one particular memory I have. A memory as horrifying as the others but less vulgar and violent. More romantic and rare. A memory that is kind-hearted but possessive. Inhumanly beautiful but has an ugly heart. Ignorant but attentive.
What is this memory you ask?
His name…Draco Malfoy. That's right. Pureblood, Muggle-born-hating, son of Death Eater and enemy-of-my-best-friend Draco Malfoy. Platinum blonde hair, blue-grey eyes, tall, short-tempered. Do I need to go on?
I hate to admit it but he's my most special memory there is. My most prized possession. This is the story of how I fell in love with Draco Malfoy. Yeah. Fell In. Love. I know it may be hard to believe but it's basically the saying 'opposites attract'. The first time I realised it, I went crazy. I started acting weird around him which gave him more opportunity to taunt me which broke my heart but I refused to believe that too. I haven't told Harry or Ron because they'd go berserk if they found out but also, I'm not really sure if it's love. It might just be my teenage hormones taking over. After all, it is normal. I don't exactly know why I'm telling you this but I guess that I'm feeling lonely, bottling it up inside and not being able to do anything about it. Feeling helpless. If I did tell him, then he'd just reject me and it will haunt me for the rest of my life. I mean this is Draco Malfoy.
What happens to me in the end is another story for another day. Maybe if I start off telling you where it all began, then it might make a little sense.
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