Chapter 1

Draco's POV

The battle was upon us. All around us was chaos. My family and I had switched sides last minute, playing the card that we had all along. You see, my family never believed in Voldemort. But me being a Malfoy, I also had an ulterior motive. You see, I have been in love with one of my enemies since the Yule Ball fourth year. When I first met her, I couldn't stand her. She always beat me at every question and outsmarted me at every test. I am a Malfoy, and so am to be the best at everything. But she beat me every time.

Then third year came and she was fed up with my taunting. I remember quite vividly how beautiful she was when she was angry. She called me a "foul, loathsome little cockroach" and then punched me. I had just realized that she was beautiful and she punched me! Surprisingly, that made me respect her. She stands up for what she believes in with a fiery passion. She slipped into my thoughts a few times over the summer, but I kept saying she was a filthy mudblood that is not worth the dirt on my shoes. Somehow, I didn't believe it.

When I saw her at the Quidditch World Cup, I realized that I had feelings for her. I watched her constantly from the corner of my eye during the entire match. I tried to be discrete but my father noticed and gave me a weird look.

In my own home, my parents and I had discussed that they were glad that Voldemort was no longer around. My father had been pressured into that select group by his father. He had never really wanted to join. But, as you know, once you are in, it is for life.

I couldn't wait to go back to school, because then I could see her on a regular basis, even if I couldn't be nice to her. I hated saying those foul things to her. But if I didn't, than she would get it worse from my "friends". I hated hurting her. The sadness in her eyes was unbearable. Oh, but she was as beautiful as a siren when she was angry, and just as dangerous.

When I saw her at the Yule Ball, I was completely swept away. She was radiant, positively glowing with beauty. But I was angry seeing who's arm she was on. None other that the Quidditch player, Viktor Krum. He went from my favorite player and idol to the first person on my "want to hurt" list.

I didn't realize what I was feeling until I saw Weasley eyeing them. I knew he liked her, the jealousy was obvious on his face. Weasleys' are known to wear their hearts on their sleeves, stupidity in my opinion. I knew he wanted a chance with her, and flames licked my insides as I thought that. I wanted her to be mine. I wanted to be the one that made her smile and laugh, to comfort her when she was sad, to be there for her in any way she needed. I was jealous.

I knew how trusting she was. How loyal and brave. How she stood up for what she believed in and fought for it with a ferocity unmatched by any. She was a goddess, perfect in every way.