Prologue

A normal girl, a normal life, a normal romance.

Okay, so I didn't really qualify for any of those things. I wasn't normal, being a witch and all, and I sure as hell didn't have an orinary life (I just so happen to be one of the best friends of the boy who very recently saved the entire world).

But as for the romance part, it really kind of depended on how you looked at it. It's been six years since I graduated college, and five since I really opened my eyes to what was around me.

So that's a little cliché; I don't really care. To this day I am seriously in love. But everyone gets the chance to tell their life story. This is mine.

You may actually know the beginning. Ever heard of Harry Potter? Then you've heard of me.

Everything started in seventh year, the year you may not have heard of. See, Voldemort had been defeated the year before, and life had become so much brighter.

I had been weary of people before the war, and, though I still was, I was also a lot more open to interpretation. But my friends may have not taken the same road as me.

So let me take you back to about a month after seventh year started, because not every story begins right at the beginning of something else.

So, I'll just pop my fingers, get settled in, and tell you about my very ordinary, but wonderful, story of how I fell in love with Draco Malfoy.