Draco entered the manor and sat down on a black leather couch. The manor was as big as his house and had a very dark and scary accent to it. There were many peculiar objects that looked as if they were purchased from "Knockturn Alley". If a muggle ever walked into the house, it would send them chills down their spine for years.

Paula was no ordinary wizard. She, like Draco's father, was a Death-Eater. The two met back when they were just students at Hogwarts. Paula knew Lucius like the palm of her hand. He trusted her with all his dirty work and secrets. She probably knew more about him, then well Narcissa.They were both school governers and usually worked alongside. Why the two have never gotten married, was a question that all of Lucius' friends have always wondered. She was rich, powerful, smart, pretty and not to mention a pureblood. Draco liked going to her house because she never criticized him and was always there for him when he needed her.

"So what's going on with those two again?" she hollered from the kitchen.

"They're fighting over who does the work around the house."

Paula entered with two butterbeers. "Well, I told you, it's just the way that they act. You can't really change them. No one can. Believe me, I've tried, and I see that you've tried. Nothing works.

"It's just I hate it! I can't stand it when they fight! I hate Father for being such an arse to me and Mother. I hate Mother for hating me! I can't be good enough for them! And I know I never will be. I try to be as great as Father, and I try to be like him, but I always manage to mess up!"

Paula pat his back. " Draco, you're father loves you. I know it. You know it. It's just, you have to understand that he shows his love differently than others. It's the way he was brought up. His father treated him the same way, and now that's how he feels he should act towards you in order for you to grow up and be as great as he is."

"I..I just wish I had a Father who showed me some love and a Mother who always cared for me.

"And end up like, oh I don't know, the Weasleys or the Potters for that matter? Look at the Potters, they loved their son very much, and looked what happened to poor old James and Lily. Dead in a second. And look at the Weasleys. They love their children, and look, nothing but a disgrace. Poor, filthy people who can't even afford to buy a shower to clean themselves. Don't bother Draco."

"You're right. I hate stupid Potter. So hung up on his parents. Thinks they're great. He doesn't know what great is. All his father did was win a couple of quidditch matches and all of a sudden he's father of the century. A true great person, is someone like Father. Rich, successful, dominant, powerful." Draco said proudly

"See. You've got a great family. Why ask for more?" she said

" I kind of wish, he would spend time with me or if him and Mother both loosened up. Were a little nicer with things. It's a good wish, but impossible. Never mind. I'm foolish to ever think of something so stupid."

"It's not stupid Draco. It's normal. Everyone has wishes. They just don't always come true. You can't rely on a wish for the rest of your life"

"Paula, do you?" Draco asked.

She looked at him confused.

" I mean, do you have wishes?"

She smiled and laughed. "Of course I do! To get rid of all mudbloods and blood traitors in the wizarding world. Not to mention muggles. Stupid buggers. And of course to fully please the Dark Lord. I only wish to be his best servant."

Draco smirked a little but still wasn't satisfied with her answer. "Well that too. I don't mean to get personal and you don't have to answer if you don't want to. But I mean, real bottom of the heart wishes. "

"Ah..my heart's true desires. Well yes I do. Let me tell you a story. You see Draco, my parents never thought that what I did was good enough. If I got excellent marks on something, there would always be something that I could have done better to get perfect marks. And from then, I never thought I was ever good at anything. That's why, ever since, I've always wanted to be good enough. Maybe not to the world. But to one person.

Draco was looking at her and could tell she was holding back so many tears. He wanted to comfort her, but how to do it, he didn't know. She smiled back pretending she was fine, but he knew there was more to it than that.

"Paula, if you don't mind me asking, was there ever anyone that was close to becoming that one person."

Draco wanted to know more. Her life was one of the most interesting ones he's ever known. Next to his father of course. Besides he had nowhere else to go at this time.

Paula noticed that the fire in the fireplace was going out. She took her wand and said "inflammo stipes" The fire lit brightly and would not go out until the morning. She knew this would be a long night. Reluctantly, she began her story of a love that was perfect and a career choice that ended it.