It wasn't easy to pretend, that much is sure. But the time we had together was worth all the acting, all the lies. What everyone thought, was all due to our desire that no one should ever know- it would destroy both of us for anyone to find out.
My first impression of him was less than pleasant. That day in Madame Malkin's left for me, regrettably a legacy of distain for his name, at least that's what everyone thought. When we met at Hogwarts he was no different, the same spoilt little boy that believed being a Malfoy made you practically royalty. The arrogance, or confidence, whatever you like to call it, was the one thing that throughout our entire time together I still couldn't stand.
Don't get me wrong, I hated his guts for the first few months after we started at school. I can still clearly remember our first flying lesson, the sheer cheek he had to steal Neville's remembrall, and flaunt it in front of us all, drove me insane. I did however have to thank him for what he did; otherwise I might not have got onto the Quidditch team. Although, the satisfaction I gained after he tried to tease me, "When are you getting the train back to the Muggles?" was more than rewarding. He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was the reason I had become the youngest Seeker in a century.
I was of course caught off guard when he challenged me to a Wizards's duel, and if it weren't for Ron I might have ended up looking like the fool instead of him. Ron didn't hesitate to accept on my behalf, while I tried my best to hide the face I hadn't the faintest idea what he was talking about. Then, when he didn't turn up to the duel and we found he had sold us to Filch, something inside me snapped. It was at that point where I was actually able to say that I loathed him, and every time I saw him, or he looked me in the face, the blood rose up inside me, and I wanted nothing more than to punch. These uncontrollable feelings consumed me, and were almost equal with my obsession of hating Snape.
These feelings didn't last however; little did I know what that one unexpected meeting would bring. It was one night after dinner, and I went to use the bathrooms on the second floor. I was in one of the cubicles, apparently alone, until I heard the door of the bathroom slam open, and someone run in. I was obviously curious about who had made such an entrance, and was from what I could tell, crying. I quietly opened the cubicle door and proceeded to subtly walk towards the taps where the boy was standing. I stepped until the last cubicle stopped obscuring my view. However, I did not expect to see who I saw, a puffy eyed, blonde boy with tears streaming down his face, who was all the while staring into the mirror. I took a step towards Draco, but he sensed the movement, and I saw his eyes dart towards me. He moved towards me, attempted to wipe his eyes and screamed, "Get the hell out of here!" I didn't risk hesitation and bolted as fast as I could, my heart beating all the while. I didn't tell of our encounter to anyone, including Ron. I wasn't sure what to think, I just knew I wanted to find out why.