•The False Slytherin •

potions class

  Haven had woken up before the other girls in the dorm, She was nervous but decided to get ready.

Haven put on her uniform and robe. It was strange to her because at her old school she could wear whatever she felt like wearing. Which was never a skirt and tights. Haven took a look at herself in the mirror her short dark hair was curled, Her blue eyes contrasted with the darkness of her thick long eyelashes. Her lips a pretty pink color. Haven didn't really wear makeup her features were nice, her lips were full, she had fair lovely skin, and her eyelashes her very long and beautiful.

Haven headed to see her father, he had forgotten to give her the schedule she needed. Turns out potions class was her first class of the day. " take a seat love, everyone else should join you soon" she hugged her father and took a seat almost at the back of class. "when the students rolled in. Gryffindors, slytherins, and a few hufflepuffs. She spotted hermione, harry, and ron. She waved and they waved back as they took their seats. Haven heard someone move the chair beside of her, she looked over to see a blond haired boy, when she saw him she couldn't look away, she saw a sadness in him, but not from loss, she couldn't figure him out. As she was staring he finally turned to look at her. His grey eyes met her bright blue ones and her face flushed pink. "and you are?" he spoke in a bitter tone "oh, i'm sorry i'm Haven dolohov" she said as if trying to engrave it in his brain. "ah the professors daughter" he said mockingly. She got irritated by this comment. "Yes the professors daughter." she said back in the same tone. "and you are?" she spoke. " Draco Malfoy" he spoke not knowing she knew the malfoy name too well. " oh " she spoke. "oh?" he said back." I mean, my father knows yours" she said. " everyone does" he spoke arrogantly. " no malfoy, my father is friends with your father." she said starting to dislike the way he spoke to her. " i know dolohov, i was only joking." he said with a smirk. That smirk, it gave her butterflies and she couldn't understand why. "Haven you've yet to get your books yet, please share with a classmate." Her father spoke. " yes fath- ahem professor" she blushed at the fact she had to be so formal with her own blood. Draco scooted closer as did his book so that they could share. She wasn't even going to ask. She assumed he'd tell her to piss off. " So you know what my father is?" he spoke so quietly she could barely hear him. "i do" she said " i don't think ill of him, my uncle is one after all" Haven added. "Have you met my father?" the boy said almost worried. " i have, he was quite kind to me." draco scoffed. " kind is not a word i would use to describe my father." he said and she realized why she could see that he was so sad. " i'm sorry." she said not knowing what else to say. he looked at her baffled at the fact she was apologizing to him for his father. " no need." he said and after that they continued class in silence, with small glances, at eachother.

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Draco was confused about this girl. A girl who understood his family, who was similar to him in ways he couldn't quite let go of.