My Star Girl | Draco Malfoy x OC

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Danica Reynolds: 

The sun was going down as I entered the library. Sunbeams gleamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room golden. I looked through the golden library for Draco. An action I never thought that I would need to take. But here I was, needing a tutor, and accepting help from no other than Draco Malfoy. 

"Over here, smarty-pants," I heard someone yell, I looked over, of course, Draco. 

"Don't yell," I whispered, hurrying over to him. 

"I'll yell if I want to," he barked back. 

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "Let's just get this over with," I got my stuff out of my bag, "What are we starting with? Not potions, maybe charms or-"

"Nope, guess again," he smirked. 

"No. I am not playing your games today. Just teach me already," my temper was short. I did not have the energy for this. This day was already shitty, I don't need him to add to it. 

"Fine, grumpy pants," he dropped the smirk. He grabbed a piece of paper from his bag, "We're starting with a quiz," he passed me the paper with a pencil, "Good luck. It has a little bit of everything on it."

I nodded and started the quiz. 

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It was harder than expected but he was surprisingly patient. I didn't understand anything, not even what the questions were asking for. Have I really gotten this far behind? I should know. But I didn't. So I guess on all of it. Thank Merlin it was mainly multiple choice questions. 

"Done," I said finally after an hour.

"We're done then," he looked down at the paper and shook his head. 

"What," my voice was sharp. 

"What happened? You used to be the smartest girl in our house," he didn't mean to taunt me. He was caring, which haunted me. 

"It doesn't matter," the truth is that I didn't want to admit it to myself, so I would never admit it to him. 

"If you're losing who you are, it matters," he sighed, "It matters, Danica. If it didn't, you wouldn't be here," he left, leaving me with his horrible words. 

But all I could focus on was how he said my name, he's only ever called me by my last name, never by my first. It hurt me. He sounded like he cared. When did he start to care? It's just less competition for him if I was out of the way. Maybe I should be out of the way. 

Feeling the need to hide, my hair grew and became a darker color, letting me disapear. I packed up my things and started to head to the art room. I unlocked the lock and headed in. Dropping my bag at the door, I grabbed my painting supplies and sketched an eye. 

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I painted all night. Every detail needed to be perfect because everything about his facial features was perfect. It was an artist's dream to paint him because it would be a challenge. His skin was always clear and smooth. His eyes were perfectly symmetrical. His hair always caught the sun in the right way. 

But he was a monster. Monsters always hide in the most beautiful of places, don't they? 

I finished the stormy eye just in time to head to class.