.Before I Knew You.

~Chapter one~

::DRACO'S P.O.V.::

My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm sure you've heard of me, I mean, who hasn't? My father, Lucius Malfoy, is very influential at the Ministry of Magic and one of the Dark Lord's most trusted Death Eaters. I, myself, have plans to become a Death Eater and a faithful follower of the Dark Lord. But, enough about that. Let's focus on me. I have just finished my third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the top of every class (Granger's not important enough to mention). Now I am looking forward to spending a summer at the Malfoy Manor with my father and mother. The only thing I dislike about summer is that there is no Potter or Weasley to torture, but there are plenty of Muggle-born servants. They'll have to do for the next three months. I am looking forward to my vacation to Hogsmeade, however. Father says I am finally old enough to be allowed into the bars there. Well, no one would dare deny me anyway. I mean, my father is Lucius Malfoy. He's not someone you want to make an enemy of. Anyway, I am hoping to find a nice girl to spend the summer with. After dating that dreadful-looking Pansy Parkinson for a year, I'm hoping to find a nice-looking girl. Only a beautiful, pure-blood girl is worthy to stand by my side, and Pansy maybe a pure-blood, but she is horrid to look at. She reminds me of a muggle dog. Anyway, father should be hear in a few minutes to pick me-up. It's going to be a wonderful summer.

::REGULAR P.O.V..::

Draco waited silently on Platform 9 3/4. He waited in anxious anticipation of his father. Draco always loved summer at home. No mudbloods, no teachers, and most importantly, no Saint Potter to save the world....again. It made Draco happy to think of what Potter's summers were like with his horrid Muggle family. It made Draco smile to think of how miserable Potter was during the summer. The sound of Draco's father shouting his name made him lose his happy train of thought, but Draco hurried over to his father with a bright anticipation.

"Hello, Draco," Lucius greeted his son coldly. He extended his hand, which Draco took greatfully. Malfoys do not hug.

"Hello, Father," Draco's warm smile seem to anger Lucius a bit. Maybe it was just because Lucius enjoyed his son's misery.

"I trust you've not forgotten anything." Lucius said coldly, his gray eyes focused on Draco's bag.

"No, no, father." Draco said quickly.

"Very well, Draco. Let us get home."

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"DRACO!" Narcissa Malfoy cried, flinging her arms around her son. Narcissa had a tendency to hug her son, even though she was a Malfoy.

"Hello, Mum," Draco replied cheerfully.

"Oh, Draco, you must tell me everything that happened this year! I want to hear all the details!" Narcissa prodded, flipping a lock of her golden hair behind her. She had the typical Malfoy look. Golden hair, perfect, pale skin, and stark bluish-gray eyes.

::DRACO'S P.O.V.::

"I promise too, Mother, as soon as I get settled in." I sighed. Mother was always so nosy. Every year when I'd return home she'd be the first to get information out of me.

I turned away from her and began to make my way up to my room. Suddenly, I heard my mother cry from downstairs, "Draco! Wait!" I tried to get back down to see what she had wanted, but the long staircase twisted upward towards my room. She probably just wanted to tell me not to leave out any details when I explained my third year at Hogwarts to her, so i shrugged it off.

I made my way to my room, dragging my bag along side me. It looked the same as it had last year when I'd come home from my second year at Hogwarts. The towering stone pillars held up the white ceiling, while the dying sunlight reflected off of the walls, making them sparkle. The giant, wooden, old book shelf still sat against the wall collecting dust. Tt hadn't been touched in a year, no doubt. My father and mother never came in here, so they'd never checked to see if the house elves had cleaned everything properly.

Suddenly feeling tired, I laid down on my bed. I immediately jumped back up when I heard a yelp come from the bed. Pulling out my wand, and ignoring the fact that I was not allowed to do magic outside of school, I spun around, expecting to see a house elf that had fallen asleep, but what I saw shocked me. She was looking at me with a very frightened expression. Her eyes were the bluest things I had ever seen. They were crystal like and a beautiful sky blue. Her skin was pale and smooth as marble, and her curly golden tresses tumbled down her shoulders as she moved. She was breathtaking. but, who was she? Why was this porcelain doll sitting on my bed, in my room?

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