I remember meeting Draco Malfoy for the first time. He struck me as a very self righteous person; he was rich, his daddy was high up at the ministry, and he obviously thought himself probably thought himself very good looking (which, I won't lie, he was). But I bet you're all waiting for me to say "And that totally turned me on and I fell for him right away." Well, you're wrong. In fact, I hated him.
When I was a first year and being sorted, I was put into Slytherin. My entire family has been in Slytherin since the founding of Hogwarts. When I saw Malfoy get sorted, it was impossible not to notice that the sorting hat had hardly touched his slicked back blond hair when it yelled "Slytherin." And, with my uncanny luck, he came and sat right down next to me. That was when I first realized that this boy was the most horrible person I had ever met. He was rude, ignorant, a complete git, and, maybe, even a little naive.
The single friend I had made on the train ride was also sorted into Slytherin. She sat down next to me and, unlike me, fell for Draco Malfoy right away. Pansy Parkinson hangs on every word Malfoy says, and sometimes even him. Malfoy will let her stroke his hair and lay in her lap, but overall, ignores her.
Throughout our school years, there were many times I wished Malfoy would just fall over dead. Or at least, be tortured. But no, Malfoy was favored by the head of our house, Professor Snape, and was sly enough to slip by all the other teachers. I remember, third year, he was 'attacked' by a hippogriff. I was hoping he'd lose an arm, but Madam Pomfrey's abilities let him keep his arm and act like a war hero. Even when Hermione Granger punched him, I hoped she at least broke his nose so his perfect little face would be ruined. But no, he got away without a hair out of place. I would have been happy if he learned something from it, but he was just his usual prat like self.
Through our first four years of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and I seemed content with just ignoring each other. Even though Pansy insisted on being around him, he and I just acted like the other was not there. Apparently, Malfoy hated me as much as I hated him. Every once in a long while, he'd say something rude, and I'd counter back.
But, at the start of our 5th year, things changed. Draco Malfoy went out of his way to torture me. But…I'm getting ahead of myself. You probably want this story in detail and if not, well too bad, you're getting details anyway. Oh yea, before we start, my name is Rebecca. Rae to my friends.