Note: This story is named for the odd little gemstone Moldavite, which comes from an area in the Czech Republic attacked by a meteorite. Many people think it might not have even come from the meteorite, that it might have come from somewhere else... Enjoy the story! I know this is short, but it's only a prologue, and there's much more to come!
She saw him through her honey eyes in pieces. A flash of a sparkling blue iris. Streaks of white-blond silky hair. Beautifully dangerous crimson scars, etched on alabaster skin. She did not see him as a person. He was a broken angel, a creature of the night. He was beautiful; wild and dark. He was so many things at once. It confused her to the point of anger. Draco Malfoy was broken; broken to a point where no one could fix him. Except a girl with honey eyes filled to the brink with complexity no one could ever begin to fathom.