What was it about her that made me risk my very life? I won't say it was love. Malfoys only love money, power, and there own. It was something more than just lust, it had to be. Something along the lines of hatred, but caring…lust, but love? Which it couldn't be…ever. Maybe that was a Malfoy's definition of love.
How had this happened? I still can't totally comprehend the series of events that brought me here, to the present. Her name was Alison Flower, a Veela/Phoenix crossbreed the only remaining close cousin to Harry Potter and a sworn enemy to Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, somehow managed to screw up everything for me…but somehow she matched the definition of a Malfoy's love?
