-1[Present time
As she walked in the door, Crystal could smell Muggle blood. She sighed and continued down the hall towards the feast. Christmas break had been horrible, but even the Malfoy Manor wasn't as wretches as Hogwarts. Malfoy walked past her still angry about the holidays. All he could remember was Crystal rejecting him and making him miserable.
[Begin flashback
"Draco, be a dear and take Crystal to her room," his mother said politely. She could at least pretend to be nice when they had such important guests staying in their manor. Draco groaned and then took your hand.
Where is he taking me you think to yourself as you are led up a winding staircase hidden behind a very old door. At the top of the stairs, Draco stops, tired from climbing and rests his hand on the doorknob. Still holding your hand, your heart started to race and thoughts of what lies behind the door filled your head. When the door was opened, you couldn't believe your eyes. Luscious purple draperies and bedding engulfed you completely.
Your childish desires couldn't be held back. You jumped up and down squealing because even though you lived in a glorious house, everything felt fragile to your touch and you were afraid you would break everything. Also your room at home seemed as if an ambassador lived in it, as it had cream walls, ivory bedding, silk drapes, and oak frames. It didn't give you a sense of home as much as it was just a place to sleep.
"Glad you adore it, love," he laughed.
Was that a laugh I just heard?
Despite all the fighting, everything seemed just fine in the world. You grabbed him and hugged him, holding him close and smelling his identical desire. He loosened his grip and looked straight into your eyes, his silvery-blue pools that melted your heart. Draco took his hand and tilted your head by your chin, and then kissed your lips in the sweetest and most gentle way possible.
Suppose he has a nicer side. Why does he never show it?