Perfect Slytherin

by suanaosmanovic123

Seraphina Malfoy. Perfect daughter, friend and student. She hates muggles and muggleborns. Atleast that's what she makes everyone think. Behind the cold and perfect facade she spend her whole life crafting is kind, sweet and muggle loving girl. Nobody ever saw through her facade. Until Fred Weasley. They became friends, friendship soon turned into love.

2. Chapter Two: Sorting Ceremony

Chapter Two: Sorting Ceremony

I was sitting at Slytherin table waiting for Sorting ceremony to begin.

Five minutes later first years entered the Great Hall. I smiled reasuregly at Draco, he was looking really confident but I knew he's scared what will happen if he isn't in Slytherin.

The Sorting ended and Draco is in Slytherin, Harry Potter is in Griffyindor.

Fred and George cheered "We've got Potter. We've got Potter." I just rolled my eyes. They are so immature. I wonder how they haven't been expelled because of how many detentions they got.

After dinner is over I go to astronomy tower. Careful that no one follows me so I can be alone.

I start crying because I can't cry anywhere else, people might hear me. I am so tired of being Seraphina Malfoy, perfect daughter. But I can't stop being perfect. I promised my self and if I ever stop being perfect it means I am not thankful to dad anymore.

I hear footsteps but I don't think they are anywhere near me. So I continue crying when I hear Fred Weasley say "What do we have here? Seraphina Malfoy crying."

I look at him and curse at my self for being so stupid.

"What are you doing here, Weasley? Where is your constant compainen." (not sure if I write it right)

"I wanted some alone time. Now you, why is Slytherin princess with perfect life crying?"

"You really think my life is perfect?"

"Yeah, you have great parents and friends, your best student and every girl wants to be you."

"It's all a lie. My parents love me only because I keep this perfect princess act. Most of my friends are my friends because I am from powerful pureblood family. My parents sometime sleep in diffrent rooms. Every night before I go to sleep I practice smiling. My room is soundproof because I don't want anyone to here my anxiety and panic attacks. Almost every night I cry my self to sleep."

When I am done I can see he is suprised. Who wouldn't be.

" You still think my life is perfect, Weasley?!" I yell.

" If your so unhappy being perfect all the time why don't you just drop the act?" he asks me.

" That is not your thing." I storm out of there. I can't believe Fred Weasley just saw me crying, but he won't say it to anyone. I know he won't.

I sneak into my room. Thank god every body was asleep. This night I don't cry. I guess saying what makes me unhappy to someone made me feel better.

And that someone was Fred Weasley.