All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Prologue

Draco's POV

Draco Scorpius Malfoy, the name given to me. I am a pure heir of the Malfoys, a pureblood wizard. I was sure I'll go with Slytherin.

I am starting my first year here at Hogwarts. I have to get the greatest title here. But in order to accomplish that, I must defeat the boy who lived. I must defeat Harry Potter.

Of course, he'll get the fame! What would wizards and witches expect to? I can imagine the scenario: Potter's name being called, everyone looks at the famous boy, getting a lot of friends. Ugh! I cannot fathom the scene in my head.

As I sat with my newly found friends -a lot I don't know one bit-I stare out of the passageway of the train. That's when I found her.

She was so beautiful, a flower beyond. Her wavy, uncombed hair was so perfect. Her skin complexion was such a sight to see, like having a sunset painted with warm colors in sight. Her smile shone so bright.

Who is she?

I got out of the rooms, following her without being noticed. Then, I saw her stop at the room to my right.

"Excuse me, but have you seen any frog around?", she said. That voice, such a melody I can listen to all day.

I watched her chit-chat with two unrecognizable male voices. I growled; no one gets what's mine. Then I hear her speak again.

"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?", she introduced herself. Ah, Hermione Granger. Soon enough, you'll be Hermione Malfoy.

I shook my head out of my trance. What was I thinking? I should put in mind on how I should be in fame, bringing the Malfoy into the spotlight, not marrying someone I've just set my eyes on!

She spoke again after the boys had introduced, not catching their names as I was too caught in my train of thoughts. "Pleasure. You two better change in your robes; I expect we'll be arriving soon". Afterwards, she turned her head in my direction. Shit!

We set our eyes on each other for a second, and then she held her head high, walking straight past through me. It was a good thing she didn't notice anything suspicious.

I charged back to my room, satisfied at getting the young girl's name.

You'll carry my heir, you'll see. When Malfoys are determined, they get what they want.

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After Longbottom guy gets scolded by Professor McGonagall, we were lead in the great hall. Candles floating at the top with the night sky in view was pretty awesome. Four long tables are set in the room with variety of students. These must be the houses, I thought. At the very front seats the professors, having Dumbledore at the very front.

That's where I heard someone speak again. "They're just illusions. I read them all at Hogwarts: A History". That melodic voice! I turned my head to the left to see Granger, talking to another girl stuck in awe. She is pretty witty, too! What a fortune I have set my eyes upon!

After Dumbledore gave his speech, Professor McGonagall holds the Sorting Hat on her left and a long parchment paper on the other, she calls the name I have wanted to hear.

"Hermione Granger", she said. The flower stepped forward, sitting at a given stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on the top of her head, taking a few seconds before deciphering her house.

Please be Slytherin, I wished. "Gryffindor!", the Sorting Hat yelled. People cheered, who I take as Gryffindors. There goes your luck, Malfoy.

After a few names were being called, I heard mine. I felt my hearbeat against my chest. I have never acted this way before. I was afraid which house I was going in. I felt weird, but so right. I stood up, fascading the hurt in my face. All my whole life I dreaded going in Slytherin. It was in our bloodline, our own self. But for the first time, I longed to go to Gryffindor, joining the flower I had set my eyes upon ever since.

One second the Sorting Hat took and he yelled my house, knowing I would die in the inside forever.

"Slytherin!", it yelled. I quickly stride my way to the Slytherin tale, but not before glancing back at the flower.

True, what I said before. She was so beautiful, a flower beyond. A flower beyond my reach, away from my grasp. And I know I will only long for her, never talking to her.

But I am still a Malfoy. Determined to make her mine. Soon.