Always Had A Thing For Bad Boys [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]

I breathed in that cold September air.  Cold air burned my lungs.  Leaves fluttered through the wind before they softly landed on the ground.  I was grateful Mom bought me a new scarf and mittens.  My hands would have been frozen.  It had been a week since I received my letter.  My parents were thrilled when they found out I was a wizard. I was something called a Pureblood.  All that means is both my parents are wizards. 

I was going to Hogwarts tomorrow.  I hadn't even begun packing.  I was so nervous!  If the rumors were true then Harry Potter would be attending!  The Harry Potter.  The boy who lived.  People say he lives with muggles.  Not only that but the mugglest of muggles.  I feel bad for him.  He's famous all because his parents died.  Well not only that, he survived Voldermort! Which is not that easy let me tell you.  Imagine, to be schooled by nothing more than an infant.  After years and years of killing people, he can't kill one simple baby.

 I felt like I was going to puke.  What if the kids didn't like me?  What if the teachers were mean?  What if someone bullied me?  What if someone turns me into a toad??  What if I get expelled????

I take in a deep breath.

What if I make friends.  What if the teachers are nice, one of them is bound to like me.  What if I get good grades.  What if I meet a boy who likes me. What if I meet Harry Potter?

My breathing quickens.  I never thought about that!  What if I meet Harry but he doesn't like me!  What if I do and he does!!!

"Sam!! Samantha! Sweetie come inside!! It's cold out there!  Besides, you need to pack! Big day tomorrow!"  Mom practically sings.  Mom and Dad both went to Hogwarts so naturally they want me to do my best.  Both my parents went into Gryffandor.  It's the house I want to go into.  I walk back  into the house.  The house is warm and inviting.  It smells of.....

BROWNIES!!!!!!!!

I walk into the living room.  Half hoping to find a plate of brownies just sitting on the table all alone....ready to be eaten....

I lay on the couch.  It was white with shag, black pillows (A/N: Shag is that really really furry, fuzzy stuff.  Its that soft fabric.  Just for the people who don't know ;PA/N)  I shoved my face into the pillow.  It tickled my face. The slick, black, Telly was nestled nice and cozy in a wooden cabinet. (A/N: The kind that when you close the doors it looks like a wooden dresser thing but when you open the doors it reveals a TV.  Again just explaining for those of you who are getting a different image =) A/N) The doors were open so it revealed an amazing Telly just waiting to be turned on.  I reached for the remote.

"What do you think your doing?"  Mom says sternly.

"Reaching for the remote to watch TV" I say innocently, batting my eyelashes.

"Samantha Elizabeth Johnson.  Go upstairs and pack!"  I cringed when she said my full name.  I sigh and begin to walk towards the stairs.  I turned back around remembering something.

"Mom?  Can I pleeeeaaassseeee have a brownie??  Please!?!?  Then right after I will pack"  I plead.  My stick out my bottom lip and batt my eyelashes. Mom looks me over.  She sighs and gestures to the kitchen.  A huge smile spreads across my face. 

"Thank you!!!" I rush to the kitchen.  And there, sitting on the counter is a fresh plate of brownies. (A/N: Aw man now I want brownies :P A/N)  I grab the biggest one I can find and shove it in my mouth.  Rich flavors of chocolate-y goodness swirl in my mouth.  Mom makes the best brownies ever!  She put chocolate syrup in the batter before she puts it in the oven.  Next she puts vanilla extract in it too. (A/N: I have no idea if this really tastes good in real life so I wouldn't try this at home or you might make a mutant brownie o_o A/N) Then she puts frosting on the top after they are baked.