To Love A Malfoy

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello! Heehee. I really don't know how this story is going to end. But you cam stick with it of you want to. And you can give suggestions and everything because I need it. Seriously. WARNING: DRACO IS VERY VERY VERY OUT OF CHARACTER IS THIS CHAPTER. So yeah. I'll see the feedback this gets to see whether I should continue or not! So here we go!

-Rhea

Chapter one

First of all, to love a Slytherin when you're in Gryffindor, is nothing but heartbreak. Secondly, loving a death eater, when you're on the good side, is nothing but impossible, as people might think. Lastly, loving a Malfoy, is just a pain in the arse. But hey, you can't choose who you fall in love with, can you? No, you can't.

Apparently so. In all these 16 years of my life, I have never, ever, met someone as infuriating, arrogant, cold, sadistic, and annoying as Draco Malfoy.

Also, I have never, ever, met someone as misunderstood, lonely, and hurt as him either.

He may have called people mudblood or blood traitor, but it was never his fault. It was the way he was brought up, thinking that purebloods were deliberately higher than us blood traitors and mudbloods. He grew up thinking that way, and it's kind of hard to throw away something you've been taught for 16 years of your life.

I met Draco Malfoy when I was at the pet shop in Diagon Alley when I was eleven, I was having a hard time choosing what animal I wanted. When you were 11, it was hard to choose between a cat or an owl. Both had the same level of awesome-ness then.

His white-blonde hair was slicked back, with a hell lot of gel, I thought. He was slightly taller than me and he wore expensive clothes.

"You going to Hogwarts?" he had asked.

"Yeap. What about you?" I had asked. I was fascinated by his grey eyes, that were dull and cold. I had never seen such...dead eyes.

"Obviously, I wouldn't be asking you if I weren't." he snapped.

"okay, okay, chill," I had defended. "Don't get your pants in a twist." I mumbled as I stroked a black cat that was purring around my legs.

"What are you?" he asked.

"Uhm...English?" I blinked.

"No, you twat, are you a pureblood or what?"

Slightly offended with his insult, I decided to not answer him.

"Okay then, what's your name?" he asked.

"Kiara Pearce..." I said. "What's it to you?" I was still a little ticked off that he had called me a twat. I was very petty when I was 11. Jeez, couldn't he be more specific?

"Never heard of that..." he had muttered. "I'm Draco...Draco Malfoy..."

"That's a funny name," I had giggled. "But it's pretty cool too. Isn't it a constellation name? I think it means Dragon. And Malfoy means Bad Faith."

"...you're the first person that's said that about my name. How'd you know?"

"My mother teaches Astronomy at Beauxbatons. She teaches me too."

"How about your father?"

"He's works for the Ministry. But he never told me in what. And I never asked."

"My father works at the ministry too."

"Oh, perh-"

"Laurelle? Have you chosen a pet?" my dad asked as he suddenly stood beside me. "We need to visit the Milsons and McLarens soon."