Okay. This is AU, so any differences are allowed! I'm not taking the movies into consideration almost at all, as I prefer the books. Please no flames! I haven't written in forever, so kindly forgive me my mistakes, or let me know in a non-rude way that I have made them. Also, I rated it M to be safe. If I can get up the nerve, there will be lemony goodness!
Love you all,
Belladonna
Draco Malfoy, a sixth-year Slytherin, stepped off the Hogwarts Express with slightly less grace than he might normally be credited with. He stopped to collect himself, brushing his fine, blonde, jaw-length hair behind his ears to reveal pale grey eyes. He resumed his haughty demeanor, walking alongside his floating trunk to the carriages that would take the arriving students to the castle. Moving unhurriedly through the masses of overly-excited, chattering teens, Malfoy looked for a suitable carriage. All the carriages were the same, of course. It was the matter of their occupants that made them suitable. Finally finding one that met his exacting standards, Malfoy deposited his trunk and climbed in.
"Drakey-poo!" He cringed. Draco hadn't seen her sitting in the corner of the carriage. 'Here goes nothing,' he thought, and accepted his girlfriends embrace.
Pansy Parkinson had mostly outgrown her pug-ish appearance by their 5th year, which went a long way towards reconciling Draco to their relationship. Pansy, of course, was thrilled that she was the only one permitted to call the blonde by pet names. She never noticed the grimace that would pass over his otherwise stoic face when he heard her voice.
Every once in a while Draco would consider breaking up with her, but he knew that would cause more problems than it would solve. After all, as the heir to the Malfoy name and fortune, he was expected to find his future bride while at school. And to marry her shortly after graduation. If he was to break up with Pansy, Draco mused, he would have to find another blindly adoring girl— one who would admire his aloof behavior and look past his disinterest, probably thinking (as Pansy did) that she would be the one to break through his icy demeanor. Only one person besides himself knew how very futile that thought would be. No girl would ever arouse his interest. No girl ever could. This was Draco's secret. This was his curse.