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~*pRoLoUgE*~
"And, remember this is a day to be joyful! For there is one more angel in heaven. And now, we will hear from Lucius's only child, Draco Malfoy." the pope said as he stepped down from the pulpit.
Draco hated making speeches, even if it was for his father's own funeral. Draco reluctantly stepped up to the pulpit, and, shaking, pulled out a piece of paper....
"My father was of something to admire," he began, "he was very persistant, and always strived to get what he wanted. I speak on behalf of my mother AND I when I say that it will be hard to move on without him." Draco then closed the piece of paper then stepped off.
He stood by his mother, put his arm on her shoulder, and watched them bury his father. He knew that almost all of what he said was a bit of a lie. Yes, it was hard for him to lose his father (come on it WAS his father), but it would not be hard to go on..it would in fact maybe be easy...His father pressured him on countless occasions and was physically abusive to his mother. His father always wanted him to follow the Lord Voldemort, but Draco, being of good heart on the inside, resisted because he hated to see people suffer. For he had seen his mother do so all of his life.
In a few weeks he would go to Alabaster's Continuation of the Study of Wizardry, which was sort of like a college. And most of the people from his class were going there. He had now been able to grow up and hold a civil conversation with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and the Weasleys. For, when his father was sick, he felt like the real Draco could come out, not the Draco that his father wanted him to be.
When they got home, he led his mother to her room. He helped her slide into the bed tucked her in and made his way out of the room.
"Draco?"
"Yes Mum?"
"Where are you going?"
Draco flipped his white blonde hair out of his deep blue eyes and said, "Oh I figure that I just going to start packing."
" But honey, you don't go there for another week and a half."
"I know, but I just want to get a head start." he began as he headed out the door, he stopped himself and said, "Can I get you anything?"
"No dear, I will ask one of the house elf's if i need something." Draco nodded and headed for his room.
He went over to his radio and turned it to a muggle station. Mystikal's Shake Your Ass came on. He turned it up louder and got his trunk.
He passed his body length mirror while taking the trunk to his green and silver bed. He looked in the mirror, took his shirt off and imitated the muggles and mouthed "Wassup". He then found himself doing the Harlem Shake (from which he learned from TV) and the Running Man. He looked out the window and saw the gardener staring at him with a look of desire. Feeling foolish and freaked out, he closed the blinds and started packing again.
~One 1/2 of a Week Later~
Draco had just passed through Platfrom 10 3/4 *the platform for Alabaster's Continuation of study* hugged his mother and got on the train.
He looked for a "booth" with no passengers in it, and expected to be there alone *for Crabbe and Goyle weren't elligible to go, they BARELY slid through 7th year*.
He got his book out of his bag and started to read. All of the sudden, he saw a girl get on the train. She had long silky brown hair, emerald eyes, and was about 5'9. She was very beautiful. She was wearing a green turtleneck and jeans that brought out the color in her eyes like crazy. With that, she was wearing black boots.
She headed towards Draco, and Draco, panicking, glanced in the mirror tried to see if his hair was parted correctly *like that part to the side in the POA trailer*. He also made sure that he didn't have anything on his dark blue shirt (which brought out his beautiful eyes mwahahaha)
"Excuse me," she said, in an American accent, "Can I sit here?"
Draco didn't say anything, he just stared at her.
"That would be a No." she said.
"No, no, sorry, in a daze, you can sit here." He sait patting the seat across from him.
"I'm Ellewyn Bucci. You can call me Elle for short." I just came from Hogwarts American Location, or Canidora. What about you."
"Draco Malfoy, I came from Hogwarts." he said, shyly.
"So do you have anyone else joining you?" she asked.
"No." Draco said, sadly.
"So, are you exited about the upcoming years?"
"Hell yes, I am so glad to be out of my house. I can finally go anywhere I want." Draco said with a sigh.
"Yeah, I'm exited. I'm sad to be leaving ballet for a year at a time though."
"You're a ballerina?" he said, interested.
"Yes. I love it. It's one of my favorite things to do. Outside of magic." she said, her eyes lighting up at the thought of dancing.
"So tell me more about yourself Elle." he said, putting down the book he was reading.
"Well, I was born into magic, my father is Italian, i love to dance, i was the seeker on the quidditch team, but I wasn't too good at it, I'm single" she said, making sure he heard that part. She found him extremely attractive. "And I am 17." she finished with a smile. "Your turn."
"I was also born into magic, my father just died, who was a complete control freak, my favorite color is green, I was also a seeker on my house's Quidditch team and was pretty good at it. I am also single and I am 18." he finished, a smile forming across his cheeks.
"Awww, you poor thing to lose your father!" she said sympathetically.
"Don't be." he said, looking into her green eyes.
"Will you be alright?" she said, looking at him tenderly.
"You know, I wasn't really sure if I was or not..." he said, looking at his feet. He returned his glance to her eyes and said, "But I have a feeling that I will be now."
Elle blushed and she looked into his blue eyes, so lost in them. She wondered how there could be so much chemistry when they just met. They just kept staring at each other, until, Draco broke down his barrier, and went to sit beside her.
"Maybe my father was wrong," Draco thought to himself. "Maybe there is love at first sight after all."
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~*pRoLoUgE*~
"And, remember this is a day to be joyful! For there is one more angel in heaven. And now, we will hear from Lucius's only child, Draco Malfoy." the pope said as he stepped down from the pulpit.
Draco hated making speeches, even if it was for his father's own funeral. Draco reluctantly stepped up to the pulpit, and, shaking, pulled out a piece of paper....
"My father was of something to admire," he began, "he was very persistant, and always strived to get what he wanted. I speak on behalf of my mother AND I when I say that it will be hard to move on without him." Draco then closed the piece of paper then stepped off.
He stood by his mother, put his arm on her shoulder, and watched them bury his father. He knew that almost all of what he said was a bit of a lie. Yes, it was hard for him to lose his father (come on it WAS his father), but it would not be hard to go on..it would in fact maybe be easy...His father pressured him on countless occasions and was physically abusive to his mother. His father always wanted him to follow the Lord Voldemort, but Draco, being of good heart on the inside, resisted because he hated to see people suffer. For he had seen his mother do so all of his life.
In a few weeks he would go to Alabaster's Continuation of the Study of Wizardry, which was sort of like a college. And most of the people from his class were going there. He had now been able to grow up and hold a civil conversation with Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and the Weasleys. For, when his father was sick, he felt like the real Draco could come out, not the Draco that his father wanted him to be.
When they got home, he led his mother to her room. He helped her slide into the bed tucked her in and made his way out of the room.
"Draco?"
"Yes Mum?"
"Where are you going?"
Draco flipped his white blonde hair out of his deep blue eyes and said, "Oh I figure that I just going to start packing."
" But honey, you don't go there for another week and a half."
"I know, but I just want to get a head start." he began as he headed out the door, he stopped himself and said, "Can I get you anything?"
"No dear, I will ask one of the house elf's if i need something." Draco nodded and headed for his room.
He went over to his radio and turned it to a muggle station. Mystikal's Shake Your Ass came on. He turned it up louder and got his trunk.
He passed his body length mirror while taking the trunk to his green and silver bed. He looked in the mirror, took his shirt off and imitated the muggles and mouthed "Wassup". He then found himself doing the Harlem Shake (from which he learned from TV) and the Running Man. He looked out the window and saw the gardener staring at him with a look of desire. Feeling foolish and freaked out, he closed the blinds and started packing again.
~One 1/2 of a Week Later~
Draco had just passed through Platfrom 10 3/4 *the platform for Alabaster's Continuation of study* hugged his mother and got on the train.
He looked for a "booth" with no passengers in it, and expected to be there alone *for Crabbe and Goyle weren't elligible to go, they BARELY slid through 7th year*.
He got his book out of his bag and started to read. All of the sudden, he saw a girl get on the train. She had long silky brown hair, emerald eyes, and was about 5'9. She was very beautiful. She was wearing a green turtleneck and jeans that brought out the color in her eyes like crazy. With that, she was wearing black boots.
She headed towards Draco, and Draco, panicking, glanced in the mirror tried to see if his hair was parted correctly *like that part to the side in the POA trailer*. He also made sure that he didn't have anything on his dark blue shirt (which brought out his beautiful eyes mwahahaha)
"Excuse me," she said, in an American accent, "Can I sit here?"
Draco didn't say anything, he just stared at her.
"That would be a No." she said.
"No, no, sorry, in a daze, you can sit here." He sait patting the seat across from him.
"I'm Ellewyn Bucci. You can call me Elle for short." I just came from Hogwarts American Location, or Canidora. What about you."
"Draco Malfoy, I came from Hogwarts." he said, shyly.
"So do you have anyone else joining you?" she asked.
"No." Draco said, sadly.
"So, are you exited about the upcoming years?"
"Hell yes, I am so glad to be out of my house. I can finally go anywhere I want." Draco said with a sigh.
"Yeah, I'm exited. I'm sad to be leaving ballet for a year at a time though."
"You're a ballerina?" he said, interested.
"Yes. I love it. It's one of my favorite things to do. Outside of magic." she said, her eyes lighting up at the thought of dancing.
"So tell me more about yourself Elle." he said, putting down the book he was reading.
"Well, I was born into magic, my father is Italian, i love to dance, i was the seeker on the quidditch team, but I wasn't too good at it, I'm single" she said, making sure he heard that part. She found him extremely attractive. "And I am 17." she finished with a smile. "Your turn."
"I was also born into magic, my father just died, who was a complete control freak, my favorite color is green, I was also a seeker on my house's Quidditch team and was pretty good at it. I am also single and I am 18." he finished, a smile forming across his cheeks.
"Awww, you poor thing to lose your father!" she said sympathetically.
"Don't be." he said, looking into her green eyes.
"Will you be alright?" she said, looking at him tenderly.
"You know, I wasn't really sure if I was or not..." he said, looking at his feet. He returned his glance to her eyes and said, "But I have a feeling that I will be now."
Elle blushed and she looked into his blue eyes, so lost in them. She wondered how there could be so much chemistry when they just met. They just kept staring at each other, until, Draco broke down his barrier, and went to sit beside her.
"Maybe my father was wrong," Draco thought to himself. "Maybe there is love at first sight after all."
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