The True PureBlood Princess

Not So Nice Guy

Today all the classes are reviewing lessons but it's like I'm reviewing reviews. I had to continue on with my lessons with Severus and Dumbledore but it's been a slow process. The lessons get harder and harder by every new lesson given.

Potter continues to "show off" in classes while Malfoy continued on being the "hardass" he is. We haven't spoken since my 18th ceremony. I still haven't made any progress on making friends either. I knew I couldn't trust Malfoy. He's obnoxious and conceded. Maybe Potter and Malfoy hate each other because they are both alike. Rude, doesn't believe in privacy, and can't stay out of someone's business.

I head to my lesson with Severus and Dumbledore. We have changed locations because as the lessons advanced they want to conceal what I'm doing from everyone else. As I'm walking I just know Malfoy is following me –again.

I'm too focused on making it on time over dealing with the git. My lessons begun and I'm making major progress. As im facing towards Severus and Dumbledore showing what they just taught me I hear a voice. I whipped my head around to see Narcissa. "You did a lovely job Flora. Impressive progress since you left." She complimented with a sweet smile. "Narcissa!! You're here! I've missed you so." All the doubt my mother put in my head disappeared and the excitement fills the atmosphere.

"Mother?" Malfoy said from a distance. I knew he was following me but Narcissa is his mother? She never mentioned any family. We took her in days after the night my father got killed and has been a close friend of my mothers since her days at Hogwarts. No wonder the last name sounded familiar.

"Draco! I'm assuming you and Flora have met. I hope you aren't causing mischief around here. I can't be here for long but I love you two dearly." She grabbed the port key she used to get here and disappeared again.

Severus and Dumbledore leave me and Malfoy alone, heading back to their offices.

"You know my mom???" He yelled. "She's your mom???" I yelled the same time he did. Didn't know someone so cold hearted could be related to the sweet person who was more of a mother figure than my actual mother.

"How do you know my mother?" He demanded with a cold look in his eyes. "She's a family friend of ours that raised me better than my own mother." I explained while he seemed upset. "Do you and your mother get along?" I asked knowing I'll regret what I had asked later. " I rarely get to see her anymore because of my father. You're lucky to have been raised by my mother. I thought she betrayed me but all this time she was with your family." He let out sounding hurt but angry. "We should speak about this in private. Where people can't hear." I informed while he just stared not letting his eyes off me. "Do I have to explain again? One name." I tried to hint to him.

At that point I had to whisper in his ear just so he can understand. "Potter." After saying that he held out an object in his hand to use as a port key so we transported to some place I wasn't very familiar with.

"Where are we?" I asked. "The Malfoy Manor. Follow me." He demanded. We walked through all of the house to get to his room. The blinds shut, minimal lighting and the door locked.

"Explain. Go on." He warned with his wand pointed at my face. The wand he had held in his hand had been knocked out by mine. His facial expressions were wiped clean and he sat down on his bed. "Ok ok. Please explain." He corrected himself.

"Our mothers were friends at Hogwarts. A couple days after my father was killed she shortly arrived to live with us. She never gave a reason why or name anyone she was related to. My mother knew when I asked if she has other family members but she would always change the subject." I explained as much as I could so his pea brain could understand.

"All this time I was blinded by my father to notice that my mother wasn't the bad guy. You fucking dimwit. Such a selfish and greedy little princess." Malfoy said out of anger.

"You think I wanted my father to die. Was I the one who invited her to my castle? I don't know your father but there must be a reason why your mother came to us!" I yelled at him with anger while pulling on his tie. Of course trying not to choke him. Wouldn't be a bad idea.

We sat in silence taking in all that we talked about.

"From now on don't call me Malfoy. It's Draco." He blurted to disturb the silence. "Ok Malfoy, oh I mean Drayyyco." I teased. He didn't seem too thrilled at the comment I had made. I stood up to look at the nicknacks he had in his room until I felt a hand grab my arm from behind. "Have your parents taught you manors? There's a l i t t l e thing... it's called– privacy." He breathed onto my neck till I felt chills. I turn my head to find a smirk on his face.

"Hypocrite." Was the only words that I said while fixated on his grey cold eyes.

POV- Draco Malfoy

The night that Flora was going through after her ceremony kept replaying in my head. I hope she didn't think I was being caring. I'm not caring. She doesn't seem so caring either. Every minute of the day her grey-blue eyes pierce through everyone's eyes sending cold chills down their bodies. I'm not afraid of her but she doesn't seem too afraid of me either. How can someone be like me. I don't like it.

I decided to follow her to her lesson again hoping to find out more about this strange girl but suddenly my mother appeared. I haven't been able to see her often and she doesn't explain where she's been in hiding at all. I felt like she abandoned me almost completely until I heard her say "Draco! I'm assuming you and Flora have met. I hope you aren't causing mischief around here. I can't be here for long but I love you two". After she disappeared again.

Warmth filled my body in that moment until Flora and I were left alone. I demanded answers but she didn't trust that it was safe to speak here. Simply because of Potter.

We transported to my house through port key so we could speak but it broke out only into argument after argument until there was silence. She started lurking around my room but I needed her to stop. So I grabbed her arm so she could stop using her filthy hands off my belongings. "Have your parents taught you manors? There's a l i t t l e thing... it's called– privacy." I breathed to her as I'm standing right behind her. Weirdly her heart wasn't racing and she didn't seem impressed.

There is no way she could be more cold than I. She makes my blood boil so all I could do was smirk. As she was staring into mine I stared into her grey-blue eyes seeing the pure coldness. The only words that came out of her mouth was "Hypocrite."

Our eyes were still fixated on each other with my hand still on her arm until she ripped her arm back out of my hand. She starts getting closer until her body pressed onto mine. She wouldn't stop smirking and the thought of what she could do was making me nervous. I mean, I don't get nervous. Especially not by her. She fixed my collar and tie while staring into my soul. I couldn't help but look down at her rosy lips. Her eyes the color of the icy winter sky. Light brown hair the color of fall leaves.

What am I talking about?

I couldn't resist but to lean in. I'm unsure if the feeling is mutual but it feels like gravity is pulling me towards her. I went for it. Our lips touched and they were as soft as silk. Her hands inch to where my neckline and hair meet. I slowly drift my hands down onto her waste.

She pulled away quickly and suddenly. "Grab the port key Malfoy!" She yelled intensely. She seemed angry. Her cold gaze filled the room with ice. She forced my hand to grab the port key and we arrive back at Hogwarts. "Bloody hell is wrong with you? You're not worth my time. Thanks for wasting it you git." The words came out of my mouth without hesitating. The anger fills up inside my body with my blood boiling more than ever as I watch her walk off like nothing happened. Not even a word was said.

I was a fool. Caring is for cowards. I will never associate myself with a filthy little mudblood. There's no way she is PureBlood or a princess of that matter. Everything about her life must be false. My mother would never care for someone as ridiculous as that bloody arse.

Nothing special about her... at all.