The Daughter of Tom Riddle

Heartbroken

" No matter how many times you try, the heart can never be fixed when broken"—Unknown

5 years. 5 whole years since the age of 11 had this girl been looking for her father. She knew her mother was dead, she got the news from her own father. Yet he never came to see her and today when finally she had found the man she was looking for, he turned her away. Leaving his daughter heartbroken.
Mystery girl POV
Tears striped down my face and my head felt light. I shot through the sky on my broomstick, going anywhere where I can forget about life. I have little hope left. You probably don't know much about me...Let's see; I'm 16 yrs old, I don't have many (any) friends, I'm told that I'm quite smart, I don't seem to have a family anymore and my name is—

The next thing I know I'm falling.
Then everything goes black.

My eyes flutter open and I'm met with light blue ones.

"Where am I?" I groan slowly and start to get up, shielding my eyes from the bright light. "I am Madam Pomfrey and you are at the wards of Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry," states the woman (who seems to be the nurse) matter-of-factly. "Pfft. Hog- what?!" I snort, laughing while rubbing my eyes. I instantly stop when I see her stern face. " So how did I get to this place?" I ask instead to lighten the mood. "You were flying extremely high on your, now broken, broomstick and you appear to have hit a bird. You would have been dead but Draco Malfoy over here," It was only then when i realized a tall dark figure leaning against the ward's doors, staring intensely at the floor, " was just outside the school grounds to catch you-". "Wait. Are you trying to tell me that some boy saved me. Like a damsel in distress!? Urggh great"
"Now, now. No need to be ungrateful. I did save your life." The Malfoy boy said with a smug look on his stupid, beautiful face.
Wait what?—. 
I analyse his face; platinum gold hair covers one of his silvery grey eyes and his pink lips form a smirk on his perfectly defined, pale face.
What the hell is happening to me.
I realised I didn't say anything after he had spoken so I clear my throat and in the most sarcastic tone possible I say, "Yes you did. I am so very grateful." He chuckles deeply and raises his hand for me to shake,
"The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Yes oh wise one. I know. Madam Pomfrey literally just said." I mumble while rolling my eyes.
"Oh. Right. Yeah of course. Well I didn't catch your name," Malfoy stutters.
"Draco Malfoy! Leave the patient alone!" shouts Madam Pomfrey from outside. Malfoy then stares at me, clearly waiting for me to answer and I do with a smirk, "Never threw it".