Draco Malfoy and the Girl from Mahoutokoro (Book 1, Year 4)

Prologue

Draco stood on the upper floor of Malfoy mansion looking out the large window that overlooked the garden. His hands were resting on the wood of the windowsill, the silver of his ring glinting from the light of the sun. He could hardly believe how much time had already passed as well as everything that had transpired. Draco raised his gaze to the blue sky where fluffy clouds slowly made their way across the perfectly blue sky. He curled one of his hands slightly, the phantom sensation still lingered even after all this time, etched into his memory as clear as the sun shining through the windows. He knew that as long as blood flowed through his veins, and he still had breath left in his body that he would never forget. Draco closed his eyes against the brightness of the sun, feeling the warmth of it on his face, relishing the feeling of it like the tender caress of a lover's hand. It made his heart stir, it made his heart ache and yearn, and it made him feel alive.

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It was a beautiful spring day in London. The sun was shining, its rays warming my face and my cold hands, the air was cool but not unpleasant as the occasional breeze fluttered my long chocolate brown hair that spilled onto the blanket beneath me. I relaxed, supine on the blanket as memories floated through my mind as I looked up at the white clouds that were drifting slowly in the pale blue sky, my hands were folded together and resting on my abdomen.

Thoughts of him filled my mind. The way he carried himself as he entered the room or walked down the castle halls. The way his gaze held you so that you felt transfixed to the spot, and the way his voice sounded when he spoke with his English accent, how he tilted his head sometimes when he was feeling particularly good. My hand tingled, and I reflexively closed it slightly, the sensation still came every now and then, making me smile when I was busy with other things, reminding me of the promise that I made so long ago yet felt like minutes ago.

If you really wanted to know what happened, the only place to logically start would be at the beginning; and the beginning started with the day I went to the Quidditch World Cup. It was the day that I met a boy unlike any other. A boy with white-blond hair, and grey eyes, a boy that everyone despised named Draco Malfoy, and that fateful day was one that would change my life and his forever without us even realizing it.