Blackbird (draco malfoy)

1. Then There Was You.

a/n : I hope you enjoy the first chapter of Blackbird I know it's long I just wanted to get it kickstarted fully x

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"Sometimes you fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time".

Seraphina's POV

Running through the corridors of the castle my heart thumps away in my chest, almost mimicking the stomping of my feet on the harsh stone floor - being late for Mad Eye Moody was not the way I wanted to end my day.

But then again neither was falling straight into a circle of Slytherin boys huddled suspiciously outside Professor Moody's classroom. When I crashed into the back of the tall mystery boy, all of my homework comes falling apart from within my hands, sprawling itself across the floor and yet he doesn't even seem to flinch. I look up as I collect myself ,almost thinking  I saw him gazing down at me just from the corner of his eye but I wipe this idea from my mind as I realise I will be late if I mess around any longer. 

As I walk into the classroom I glance back hoping to catch sight of the figure's face but all I manage see of is a grey sling before I am whipped around by an excitable Hermione desperate to tell me about her date to the ball Viktor Krum. By the time she has finally finished ranting away about Ron being jealous I only get a chance to mention my mystery man briefly.

Most of the lesson passes and I seem to forget my little accident from the corridor, that is until Hermione perks up and says  "Hey Phi, you know that boy you said you ran into just".

"Yes...?"

"That wouldn't happen to be that blond boy there, with the sling looking over here now?"

Hermione's words make my chest tighten, how many blond boys in slings could there be in one school but what did she mean by looking? Trying my hardest to conceal my excitement at the idea of maybe finally seeing his face, I slowly turn around under the pretence I was looking for something in my bag. My hands become clammy as I fake search through my practically empty bag, why was I so anxious just to look at him? It wasn't that big of a deal - right? 

*play song now*

Carelessly I jolt upwards, sending my parchment papers to spill out of my bag and land on the floor by a desk a few rows back. However, as I swiftly go to reach for my papers I'm met by another hand that comes to rest on mine intricately covered in silver rings with nails perfectly cut down and shaped and veins ever so slightly standing out of his skin. I swallowed my breath, slightly wincing as I know what is about to come. 

Finally, I look up fully to see exactly who i thought it'd be: just my luck the boy from the corridor who I now realise to be the one and only Draco Malfoy. I'd never payed him much notice before this afternoon, to me he was just an arrogant teenage boy with a pureblood family superiority complex - not the sort of person I would normally sought out to be known by, not that he'd want to get to know me seeing as there was a chance I might not be the perfect pureblood he desires for his intimate cult like circle of friends. That was the problem with being adopted you see, I'll never know where I fit in in the wizarding world; am I pureblood, half blood or dare I say the option that would make most of my house instantly repulsed by my existence - muggle-born?

I expect to see him glaring at me again but when I gaze into eyes I'm met with a hint of affection throwing me off balance even more so when his eyes do not linger from mine, 

 I attempt to form words in my mind but nothing seems to come together all I can do is idly study his face and wait for him to make the first move.