A Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley Love Story [Fraco]

Draco walked through the invisible barrier at platform 9 3/4. His mother and father trailed closely behind him. He was excited, underneath all his outward glum and rudeness. Draco didn't like being rude to people who didn't deserve it. But he had to keep up the image. He was a Malfoy. He sighed as he looked around, trying to make some friends. He was obviously going to be sorted into Slytherin, all his family was. But Draco was proud to be a Malfoy. They were a respected wizarding family. Draco boarded the train after a few goodbyes to his parents. As he was walking to the Slytherin cars, he bumped into a rather attractive boy with red hair. "Watch it." Draco hissed. The boy looked at Draco, a little hurt in his eyes, but they quickly filled with rage. "Oh look at the blonde little weasel." The ginger laughed. His laugh... Draco was distracted momentarily. But he then scoffed, and looked at the boy. "Red hair.. Hand me down robes, books.. Freckles.. Must be a Weasley." He smirked. The boys feautures hardened, and he shoved past Malfoy to another part of the train. Dracos heart fluttered. That boy was beautiful. Wait, what? Draco had feelings for a boy.. Oh. He walked past a few more cars and sat down, thinking about the Weasley boy. His fiery red hair, his cute little freckles, those playful hazel eyes.. His cute smile. His ringing, beautiful laugh. What was going on? A Weasley? And a Malfoy? Rubbish.. Right?