Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Kudos to JK Rowling.
My mother used to tell me to make sense of everything, to see the logic behind things, and to doubt things that are yet to be proven. She's Hermione Granger for Merlin's sake, of course she knows best. If there's one thing I inherited from my mother - you know, aside from that red, bushy, curly hair - it's the hunger for knowledge and the never-ending curiosity. It's the one thing that simply binds us together - aside from the obligatory mother-daughter love, of course.
We're so alike, my mother and I. Uncle Harry used to tell me that I'm like the younger version of my mother - we share the same views, we both love books, and we have this undying thirst for information.
But alas, all of that changed when I met Scorpius bloody Malfoy.
I was a completely rational human being before The Plague. In case you're wondering, that's what I call the "phase" where I was head over heels falling in love with that stupid Malfoy. Yes, laugh all you want - I don't care, and I definitely won't be caring in the future. Because really, I am so done with everything that has got to do with him.
And I mean it.
During The Plague, I was slowly transforming into a person I barely knew. I was distracted, and I lost the ability to make sense of the things around me. I started believing in destiny and fate or whatever name you call it. I was always in euphoria, which is partly bad because being too happy influences my decisions. I lost a lot of friends, and I began to think less of my academics and other important things. I started to believe in fairy tales, and actually believed that I was going to get one from Malfoy. I focused solely on him, on how I loved him and how no one else can ever compare, and that gave me little room to think of anything else.
It was a disease that was slowly killing me. It spread like wildfire all over my system. But that's probably because it's what love does - it consumes you and changes you. It can either make you or break you. There is no in between.
Both my parents went ballistic when I informed them about my relationship with Malfoy via owl. I got a howler from my dad, my mother did not write to me for a month, my brother Hugo avoided me in school, and my dear cousins tried to hex me into oblivion. I didn't follow any of my family members nor did I listen to any of their insults, instead, I defended Malfoy from all of them - I fought for our relationship and I was ready to end relationships just so I can be with him.
He told me I was beautiful. He told me I was the sun and he was the moon, that we complemented each other in everything that we do. He told me I was the first girl he ever felt this way for. He told me I was everything he ever wanted. He told me I was the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
He told me loved me.
And I believed him.
And that's how I got my heart broken by a Malfoy.
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