CHAPTER ONE
'What do i care for that stupid mudblood?' Draco spat at Goyle, surprising him and causing a loud crash as Goyle's head hit the floor. 'I only asked you what happened to her seeing is she was in the hospital wing bobbling her sick head off!' replied the annoyed Goyle.
'Well why dont you run off to see for yourself if you care so much! Draco yelled at the angry Goyles back as he turned to leave.
The truth was, Draco Malfoy, the young Slytherin third year, had finaly started to care. And care for who? His friends? Crabbe? Goyle? No. Not them. It was she whom he never in his wildest dreams had given a higher staus than 'Mudblood.' Though even now he addressed her with the same disgust whikst speaking, he regretted it seconds after the words were spoken.
Draco hated himself for for this feeling. He had never felt it before and he did not want to start now. And he hated 'her' for putting him in this sorry state. He hated her for making him care, he hated her for his secret visits to the hospital wing to see if she was okay. He hated her for making him feel soft. But mostly, he hated her for making him love her so much.
Draco knew it wasnt possible, he knew she'd never feel the same way but he was helpless. Every book reminded him of her intelligence. Every walk to classrooms reminded him of her keenness. The brown curtains hanging untidely above his bed reminded bim of her umique hair. Ever step he took, everywhere he looked her spiritual presence was not ignored
. It was agony. He wished it would end, but everytime he saw her, his knees failed to keep him steady. He was trapped. Trapped in a cage, ith no key to open it from.
Trapped.
And it was all HER fault.