You Handsome Devil

In the Beginning

4 Years Earlier

*Jylians POV*

I walked into my class, I sat down next to my best friend in the world: Draco. He was kind, sweet, loving, caring, and he watched out for me. And I hav the worlds biggest crush on him. I know, I know, falling for your bestie, it's so cliche, but I do, and I think he might even like me back. Smiling at him, I took out my potions book. "Hey, diddy drakeykins. What's the happs?" He slapped his forehead. Groaning, he said, "I thought you stopped calling me that!" In the most serious and stern voice I could muster, I said, "Quit being a baby, diddy drakeykins. That's not how I raised you to be. Wait until your father hears about this. (That's why he says it) He whined again. "Don't tell father. He'll be so stern with me." Doing his puppy eyes, we began laughing hysterically. As Prof. Snape came in, he waved his wand and closed the door. "Today you will make a cure to this little bottle here. Any guesses what it is?" I raised my hand instantly. "It's amortentia. It's the strongest ingredient in love potions." Snape nodded. "Anyone know why?" I raised my hand again. But this time, Snape called on Draco. "It's because

anyone who smells it will smell whatever three scents are most appealing to them. For instance, I smell gasoline, grass dew in the morning, and..." He looked to me. "Strawberry shampoo." I smelled my hair. That was the shampoo I used today! I smiled at him, and he winked. "Looks like those studying sessions with Mrs. Porter are paying off. Keep it up." After class finished, Draco told me he needed to show me something in private. Bringing me into the boys bathroom, he reached into his robes. Pulling out a clenched fist, he held it out. I was about to take his hand, when he punched me right in the stomach. Falling to the floor, I looked up at him. This time, he kicked my side. Trying to get up, I grabbed onto the sink. He pulled off my fingers and dropped me back to the floor. "You know what you did!" He roared, kicking my side. After 10 minutes, I fell unconscious. When I woke up, I was laying in the hospital wing. Draco was next to me. "What are you doing here?!" I shrieked, but he cupped his hand over my mouth. "You were making your potion and you fell unconscious, so I brought you here. You got really beat up on the way down." Looking at all my bruises, I decided to believe him. After all, I was boiling lionfish spikes. They're very dangerous to breathe in. Holding his hand in mine, I smiled up at him. He laughed, his eyes twinkling. I spent a day there before Madame Pomfrey released me back to my classes. But then, things began getting worse. Draco began beating me again. I didn't know why he was doing this, I had done nothing wrong. He was my best friend, and he was hurting me. Why would he do such a thing?