It was easier to simply ignore him. That would be best for everyone. If she could simply forget his stupid face and go about the rest of her life the way she was supposed to. Her sisters were so much better at that than she was. Bellatrix actually wanted the life she'd been born into. Narcissa was not as happy with her lot, but she was always so graceful and charming, no could ever guess what she was really thinking.
And then there was Andromeda. She didn't want to follow the path laid out before her, and she wan't subtle about it either. As girls her sisters had been prim and proper while Andromeda ran around with dirt on her face and scrapes on her knees. As they'd grown older, they'd grown farther apart. Bellatrix became cruel, Narcissa quiet, and Andromeda...well she wasn't really sure. But is was made very clear to her that she was different and different had no place in the Noble House of Black.
Andromeda managed to appease her family by being sorted into Slytherin. Intoxicated by their approval she became the perfect Black. She learned to keep herself clean and her opinions to herself.
Of course, that all went out the window when she met him. He was perfect. He was kind and funny. He loved Andromeda and she loved him. But there was one problem. He wasn't pureblood, not even halfblood. He was what her family called 'mudblood'. It was unforgivable for a Black to love a mudblood. Andromeda would be disowned if she was even seen with him.
It would be best if she forgot all about him. But every time she closed her eyes she saw is smile. Every time she was away from him she missed him. She longed to feel in fingers running through her hair, his lips on hers. Andromeda couldn't just forget about him, and she knew she would pay for that.