The girl who loved

Chapter one: matters of the heart

Hi everyone, I've put my foot down and finally typing up this fanfic that has been in my head for years. As a big Draco fan, I just feel he deserves so much more. Yeah he's a butt head, but he can use a little bit more redemption. Not without a little tough love I might add.

The story is centered around Desiree Dursley, Harry's cousin, who's the daughter of Petunia and Vernon. She is the same age as Harry, and when she got her letter along with Harry, her whole world changed as her parents treated her differently.

Story starts as everyone is going into their 4th year at Hogwarts. I know, I know. So many of these kinds of stories just so happen to start on the 4th installment, but I swear it's the perfect place. And since this is going to be rated T, it's a little easier to write about teens vs having to write kids. The first three years will pop up in snippets. I'm not a slow burn writer, but it won't go too fast either. Thanks for taking the time to read, and any reviews are welcome. Thanks again.


It was loud all around us. So many people moving about. The air was filled with so much joy and eagerness. Even still, after being up for two hours and practically being thrown to the ground after the port key fiasco, I was still as sleepy as ever. I wanted to be in the bed. That was always my happy place.

Harry was just as happy as ever. He was very excited about the Quidditch games that would be starting up in the near future. As a kid he loved watching football matches. Of course my parents were not at home at the time when he'd be watching tv. I of course had to threaten our dear Dudley not to say anything. He'd comply most times.

"It's very exciting isn't it Des," Harry exclaimed to me. I nodded.

"Riiiight," I touted back, not really caring for all the hoopla that was to come our way. Quidditch was cool, but for the most part, I only watched when Harry would have his matches. Hermione walked over with glee.

"Desiree, don"t be like that. We're all together. It shouldn't be too bad. Besides from what I gather, it's much more extravagant than the school games."

"One can only hope," I muttered. Harry gave me a sideways glance. "Except when you're playing my dear cousin. Very entertaining indeed." I have his arm a confirming touch.

"I'm sorry. I'm just in a mood, that's all." It was only half a lie. I wasn't the one who was in a mood, but a certain prissy blonde haired boy was sure in one. He had sent me one of his last summer letters stating all about his moods when he found out that Harry and I were going with our friends to the big tournament. I just rolled my eyes and chucked the letter into the fireplace. I did not have time for dramatics.

Draco and I were… friends I guess you could say. By accident, but I really can't say we are undoubtedly, wholeheartedly friends. We are friendly though. We just enjoy each other's company and can talk freely about our problems with each other. In which we made each other swear to each other that we wouldn't tell a soul what we talked about. Some dumb jinx we put on our promise. If we did speak, you would get horrible pimples on your face and blisters on your hands. I don't know if we just didn't trust each other or…. Well there really is no or. I know I couldn't fully trust him. He is after all a pure blood wizard and I, a "silly little mud blood." I've heard that phrase one too many times.

I never was really phased by it. Mostly because I had no idea what it meant. I've been called worse by my muggle classmates and by default I've had some real foul things come out of my own mouth. There was only one thing that stuck out to me, and that was no matter where you went or what class of people you think you belong to, humans are just messy. Period, point, blank. It was just funny to me how much the so-called pure bloods tried to cling to their blood status. They're not even original with their thoughts. It was a laugh, and I took pleasure in laughing every time.

Some hours had passed and we were finding our seats. So many stairs, many many stairs. It was a wonder with all this magic, that we have to damn near climb up to our seats. My knees and thighs were burning by how far we walked up.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we," I heard Ron shout out.

"Well put it this way," a loud and proud voice rang through. I knew that voice. I cringed inside because I knew he would be trailing alongside his father. That means they blond headed duo had probably been walking close for a period of time. Which in turn made me feel embarrassed that he could have been watching me this whole time.

"If it rains, you'll be the first to know."

"Father and I are in the minister's box." Draco just had to open his big mouth. "Personal invitation by Cornelius Fudge hi-" Draco went trailed off when I looked down below, rolling my eyes in the process.

"Don't boast, Draco. There's no need to with these people." Lucius Malfoy cane had come in contact with Draco's chest as he spoke. I sneered at the harshness of his tone. Draco wouldn't admit it, but he really hated going anywhere with his father. Last time I asked him, he nearly bit my head off. I of course had my answer.

Draco looked at me with confusing eyes. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I just knew it was going to be an interesting meet up when we got back to school. I wondered if he was mad that I didn't write him back.

As we were all walking away, Big Malfoy slapped his cane in our direction.

"Do enjoy yourself won't you. While you can. I'm sure he was talking more to Harry than the lot of us. He really thought that his shit didn't stink. I gave a small 'humph' and pushed Harry on forward.

Finding our places and watching the extravaganza had everyone on a high. Hell, even me. It was very contagious. No wonder why it was the one thing that so many people looked forward to. Fred, George, and Ron all yelled out different facts about the players that the rest of us, mainly me, didn't care about. Was just happy in the moment. Till of course a sporty Mr. Krum came on the scene.

I, for the most part, sat down while my feet dangled along the edge. I could only stand and cheer for so long. I tried to stay engaged as much as I could. I just couldn't stop thinking about Draco. Now the bastard had me worried. Those cool grey eyes of his were trying to tell me something. It was so damn aggravating. If only his side of the tracks wasn't so worried about what status we would be able to talk openly.

I felt a little nudge on my hand. It was an origami dragon. I grabbed it and looked around. Everyone was busy watching the game. Good. No one had noticed. I quickly unfolded it and read it quickly.

"Meet me on the edge of the forest. North side. There's a tent with different colors of greens with several Irish flags on it. Very unattractive if you ask me. I'll be waiting 35 steps into the forest. Right after the game has finished.

DM

Ps, don't take forever and a day…

I rolled my eyes and balled up the note. Now what could have set him out of his comfort zone and send me this? Surely he must be desperate. With so many people around. Namely his father's eyes lurking about. I prayed to the gods that someone would end the game already so I could make my move. Suddenly I got an idea.

I gave an excuse to my mates, telling them I wasn't feeling well and was getting light headed. I had to practically beg Hermione not to come back with me. I quickly started making my way, and scribbling for Draco to go ahead and meet me. My note quickly turned into a fox and I sent it on its way.

I found the tent Draco was talking about. It wasn't as bad as he claimed. He really was a drama queen. I counted my way into the forest. 15. 16. 17. 18. 19. 20…

Oomf. I looked up as I walked into a hard frame. Stopping me dead in my tracks.

"I'm not at 35 steps in yet and here you are. Must have missed me, yeah?" I had to tease him a little. More to lighten the mood. He gave a small smile.

"Well hello to you too," Draco spoke in a whisper.

"Wha-" he pulled me a little deeper into a thicker part of the trees and bushes.

"Why are you acting so weird, Malfoy?"

"You didn't write back back." He seemed annoyed and with an added sadness in his voice.

"Because you were going on and on about being at the tournament and ranting about things that didn't make sense. You know how I feel about your ramblings." We stood behind a huge tree that could damn well hide three Hagrids. "And how did you get here before me?"

"You and your questions." He thought for a quick second. "I have my ways. But you shouldn't have come." I tilted my head to the side.

"Do you mean here," I said, gesturing to the spot we were in now. "Or do you mean here?" I motioned all around me as big as I could. He looked at me with a little amusement.

"Yes, Pj. I mean here." He hated saying my last name since it was that of my muggle parents. I didn't mind as much as my own parents did get on my nerves a lot of the time. So dear Draco here decided to nickname me Potter jr. Pj for short.

"There's a lot I can't tell you, but if you'd use your eyes and read in between the lines, you'd know what I mean."

"Read between the lines! Are you serious? How can I when you ramble on like that? What is there to read?"

"Well! It's a good thing you didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw," he retorted. Smirking in the process. I rolled my eyes.

"It's a wonder my eyes haven't rolled outta my head by now listening to you. Dear sir, what is on your mind? Just get to the point, man." He shifted and broke his gaze from mine. Smoothing out his suit, he looked back at me.

"I'm not for certain, but I'm sure there's to be… trouble." I blinked.

"Trouble," I repeated.

"Look, don't ask me how I know, alright? That's why I didn't want you to come." I nodded.

"Okay. I won't ask. Though I'm sure I know the answer." I looked around the forest. It was dark and brooding. A fitting mood to Draco's far away look. "Was that all?" I straightened up, preparing myself to walk to my own tent to wait for everyone to return.

"I've been thinking." I gave him a look.

"Uh oh. That can't be a good thing," I teased, and softened my features as he playfully rolled his eyes. He looked at me. Like, truly looked at me. This was out of character for him. It made me a little tense to hear what else he had to say. He licked his lips.

"I might break up with Pansy." My eyes went wide.

"Break up with Miss queen of mean herself! That's very interesting." He shrugged.

"I guess you're right. As much as it pains me to say it. My father was asking me about her, you know. Someone is obviously talking to him about me and my going ons at school."

"And you Don't want to give your father any ideas," I finished for him. "But what was I right about?" He moved a little closer to me and tucked a piece of my chocolate brown hair behind my ear.

"I might fancy someone else." I didn't move from his touch. Mostly because I didn't know what to think. Again, we were friends…or friendly acquaintances. Sure the thought came across my mind, but he was a dickhead. Loved to give people a hard time. Especially my cousin and my mates.

"When did you come to that realization," I breathed out. He put his hands in his pockets. His eyes searched mine.

"I'm not sure, but maybe you could help." My brows shot up.

"Oh." That was all I could really say. "You want to take my advice, again."

"Yeah. You're good for something." Now it was his turn to tease me. I don't know why, but I felt kind of bummed. What was I to do with these new confusing feelings? What a bum.

"I'm a good friend I recon." He didn't pick up on my change of tone. He was interested in all the noise from behind us.

"Seems the Irish pulled it off. I better get back." He met my gaze. "Please be careful. Like I said, I'm not sure what kind of…trouble could start here tonight. If any at all. See you at school."

I watched as he walked away. What the bloody hell kind of meet up was this? He was so cryptic about everything. The boy was mad, officially. Stirring me up and touching my hair. Then has the audacity to ask me for help with feelings for some other girl. But why would I have reservations about helping him out? It's not like I really like him like that. I have a crush, and he sure as hell doesn't care about blood status.


hopefully a successful first chapter. thank you again for taking the time to read my fanfic