Aftermath -A Harry Potter story-

3-Questions.

The common room was cold, as always.
No-one was actually in the rooms because they were waiting for the new witch to come.
Draco sat in silence, watching Pansy look at him here and there, wondering what he was doing. He fiddled with his thumbs until he heard a door open and close.
Then gasps...a few of them.
" The mudblood!" Said pansy. Everyone laughed and pointed.
" Hey, Malfoy, come see this!" Said a Slytherin wizard.
He groaned and walked to the couch.
Then he stopped. And stared.
There in front of him, was a witch with straight white hair, glimmering forest green eyes, and eyelashes as long as pine needles. Her robes formed before her as she looked up at Draco's grey eyes.
He was taken back. No, this couldn't be the mudblood. She was too...beautiful to have dirty blood. No, she wasn't beautiful. Stop.
" Malfoy...?" he heard.
" uh-ha-a mudblood" he got out and walked away.
For the rest of the night no-one cared for her anymore. They were all asleep.
But he wasn't. He stayed up all night.

The morning came quickly. As soon as Zabini woke Draco, he rushed to the bathroom to fix his hair.
Sliding it back, he through on his robes and walked away.
As he trotted into the main hall of Slytherin common room,  he found the couch and sat.
" hey drakie" Pansy said as she hung onto his arm. He fake-laughed and secretly looked around for the mudblood. He honestly didn't like using the word. It wasn't his choice to grow up a malfoy; it wasn't his choice to be the son of a death eater.
He put his thoughts aside and walked with the rest of Slytherin house to breakfast, Pansy still with his arm.
Like always, he got glares from the Gryffindors, especially Hermione Granger, who wasn't as much glaring, but  staring like at a math puzzle.
Then he saw the White haired witch. The one with the eyelashes, the one with the forest in her. He sat. Next to Blaise and Pansy, and across from the white-haired witch.
Everyone got their food and ate. Sometimes he would look at her, and look away, and she ignored him completely. Strange, he thought, girls usually fell at his feet for his remarkable attractiveness. Too overwhelmed, perhaps?
What was her name? How did she get here? How was she a Slytherin? Who were her parents? So many questions about the same girl flew around his head.
Why? Why did this happen? He didn't like girls for love, he just...used them.
Maybe because she didn't care for him..maybe because she was pretty...but whatever it was...it sure wasn't normal...
For him.