forbidden fruit; a draco malfoy fanfiction.

chapter one

Diana

The sun had set, and the sky was a gloomy blue, snow trickled down the sky as it landed onto the mountains overlooking Hogwarts. Yule had just ended, and it's hard to look forward to anything anymore. The candles on the tree flickered and frolicked, as the sound of piano filled the corridor of the girls dormitories. I recognized the tune, Prelude in E Minor by Chopin. I danced to it in my first recital. I looked over to my ballet shoes hung on a thumbtack by the drapes.
Ever since my father had passed, my motivation to dance started to wither. It seemed like all of the things I used to love became irrelevant in my mind. The door handle turned as Pansy made her way into our dorm.
"Hey beautiful, how was your break?" She questioned, she always wore the same lipstick; scarlet red, by some little muggle boutique back in London. She found Romeo and Juliet to be the most beautiful love story, in fact, it made her cry. She wished to be someones scarlet letter. That's what attracted her to the shade.
"You know, the best it could be." I sighed, looking at her empathetic face I shrugged it off, I'm not necessarily the most vulnerable person. In fact, attention in that aspect makes me extremely uncomfortable, I prefer to deal with those intense emotions on my own. I wouldn't say that I was depressed, but I definitely wasn't in a great space.
My father had passed six months ago, on June 15th. I'll forever be haunted by the date.
"Are you gonna come down to the common room to see the boys? They've got muggle herb!" She said enthusiastically, trying to cheer me up in some aspect, and muggle herb might just be the fixation I'm looking for.
"Muggle herb you say? Count me in." I smirked, getting off the bed and engulfing her in a hug.
"I missed you Diana." She expressed, she was always so warm, and comforting, she made me feel alright in this world.
"I missed you too." I looked at our silhouette painted on the wall by candlelight, she was the greatest friend that I could've ever asked for. A beautiful soul she was.

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Walking down the steps of the girls dormitory, laughter fills the room. Are they laughing at me? No, Goyle ate puking pastilles. And Crabbe is taking photos of it. Of course. "Hey Diana!" Theo walks up to me and hugs me.
"Hey Theo." I laughed as he tightened his arms.
"Okay, enough!" I squirmed as he pinched my side. He chuckled as he began to ask the same question he always does. "Any hotties back home?" He inquired, things with him and Cedric didn't end up working, so now he's looking for a new beau; a rich one in fact.
His conversation with Pansy started to drown out as I walked over to the couch, where Blaise and Dra—Malfoy, sat. "Petrovna." Malfoy stated glumly, with a Russian accent, mocking me. "Malfoy." I spoke lowly, mimicking his deep voice. He snickered, as his lip curled into a slight smirk. "That's not how I sound." He taunted, leaning back into a manspread, puffing on a spliff. His ring caught the candlelight illuminating the D.M carved into it. "Well, how do you sound then?" I inquired, crossing my arms. He chuckled lightly. "In what context?" He winked, Blaise looked over, mortified. "Merlin's beard!" Blaise hollered, choking on the smoke. He looked like a dragon.
"What's going on?" Pansy said as her and Theo came over to the couch, He raised his eyebrow and looked over at me. There was a pause.
"You don't want to know." I giggled, brushing away the hairs on my face. She said nothing, but her face persisted. I batted my hand at her.
I took the joint from Blaise, and brought it to my lips, breathing the smoke into my lungs, I exhaled
slowly. The conversations continued, I puffed a bit more, until my heartbeat started to slow, and I became more aware, or as some would say philosophical. I have a tendency of going on tangents once I get high, usually about the state of the world, and how we could fix it, but Theo just thinks I talk too much.
As I continued to talk about how complex the human imagination and mind was, I could see out of my peripheral vision, Malfoy, staring at me.
But I couldn't decipher his expression.
I'm not necessarily sure why we even "hate" each other. I just know his presence agitates me. At this point it feels like a never ending game of monopoly, and I'm waiting on someone to flip the board. I looked over at him, and saw him glancing at my thighs. I pulled my skirt down. His eyes darting up at me, staring at me for a bit, and looking away. What is wrong with him?

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"I'm heading to bed, Pansy?" I gestured to her, she looked up to me, red eyed. And shook her head. "I'm talking about my nefarious hook up to Theo, he's too invested for me to leave now." She giggled, and made a silly face. I winked at her, but I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. Ignoring it, I went up the stairs, and began to get ready for bed.
After washing my face, I look up at the mirror, sometimes I feel as if I can see my mother staring back at me. We are very similar in many ways, our eyes, and our dark long hair. And—unfortunately, I believe we're similar personality wise as well. My biggest fear is to become like my mother, she was a wicked woman. I blame her partially for my father's death. She sucked the life right out of him; but she was a beautiful woman, it's all anyone had ever told her.
But as I started to grow up, the attention gravitated away from her and towards me. She was jealous of all the attention that I attracted from men, and saw her own daughter as a threat.
And anything that ever happened to me, somehow became all my fault. And I even started to believe it too. I was a foolish girl to let her control me, and believe she had the upper hand, she was a dishonest woman, and all the men that she would bring around me when I wasn't at my fathers, was barbaric. It really messed with my perception of love, but I am lucky that I still believe in it.
I live in a generation of false hope, false prophets, and meaningless affairs. I crave the taboo and the type of love that hits you like a tidal wave.

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