I am a pure blood, but everyone calls me a mud-blood. Everyone hates me, for no reason.
"Go away Mudblood, no one wants you!" Draco yells in Potions when I accidentally dropped a small vial.
"50 points from Gryffindor." Snake snarls. I don't want to be here anymore.
"Go back to your common room." He then yells at me. I leave.
A few weeks later, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Crabbes, Goyle, Ron, and even Neville Longbottom corner me. They all beat me up, yelling at me how much they hate me. Harry hates me because I suck at being a Gryffindor and Draco hates me for being a Gryffindor. Crabbes goes to far, and pulls his wand.
"Crucio!" He yells. I fall to the ground in pain so bad that I can't breathe. I hear yelling, running feet, and then my head is being cradled in someone's arms.
"GET SNAPE!" Someone screams. Then I hear
"Stay with me (Y/N)! Stay with me!" I slip unconscious.
I wake up in the hospital, with people all around me. I panic.
"It's ok, it's ok. It's ok." I look to see a mob of white hair.
"Who..." I try to say, but my throat is dry.
"Here." He lifts my head gently and pours some water into my mouth.
My heart is pounding. I'm so scared.
"Shhh." I'm scared because if my parents were called, they hate me. I'm not like my older brother. He's perfect. I'm not.
"It's ok. Calm down." He brushes the hair out of my eyes.
"Draco?" I ask, nervous.
"It's fine. Calm down. Just get some sleep."
My eyes close, but not before I hear a new voice.
"Draco, you haven't eaten or slept in four days. She's awake. Go get some sleep." I recognize the voice as Potter.
"No. She's so scared Potter, she thinks everyone's trying to kill her!"
"Crabbes is on his way to Azkaban right now. Don't worry about it."
"She was helpless Potter, she didn't even have her wand..." his voice cracks, and then I hear a sniffle. I try to stay awake, but I slip back asleep.
"(Y/N)? Wake up." Someone whispers. I open my eyes to see a very tired looking Draco.
"You look tired." I whisper.
"I'm more worried about you." He whispers back. He gives me some more water, and then looks at me
"How do you feel?"
"Better." I mumble.
"Good." He brushes the hair out of my eyes. "Don't worry. Crabbes is in Azkaban, no one will ever hurt you again."
And that's how Draco and I became best friends.
