Fault

One

I sat on the train to hogwarts. I was drowning in my thoughts of leaving behind my parents as I was interrupted. I threw a glare at a boy, his hair was platinum blonde more white than anything, and then he looked up and I found myself drowning in his eyes. The silver hints surrounded by blue, at that moment I wanted you to be mine. I had never seen anyone of such composer. He looked expensive, he smelt expensive too. He had a slim face, well built body. He was lengthy but strong at the same time. He looked almost angelic as the sun hit him from the train window. I was interrupted by my thoughts .

"You must have a staring problem. I know you are going to ask so," he scoffed, and sent me a shit eating grin, " I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," He paused," , and who might you be darling?" He said all of this without breaking eye contact.

For a moment I had lost my thoughts. "It's Quinn, Quinn Wikalond. Pleasure to meet you Malfoy." I gave him a daring smile. I watched him as he sat down next to me.

" And exactly why haven't I seen you before," he questioned while examining all of my features. " Are you a mudblood?" The words rolled off his tongue as he gave me a smirk.

I rolled my eyes at his cocky comment. "Transfer Student, and before you ask, I am indeed a muggle born Malfoy," I look back at him now my firey eyes meeting his stone cold, and I cocked my head. "Better get lost Malfoy, you have a reputation to worry of." With that he got up slammed the door close and stormed away. How dramatic I thought to myself.

I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the way. All I could think of was HIM.

- FLASHBACK OVER-

3 MONTHS LATER

I walked to the Slytherin table in the dining hall. I still cannot believe that bloody hat put me in Slytherin. I took my seat next to Pansy Parkinson we really have become best of friends. I look away from my plate suddenly loosing appetite. I look up to see many boys giving me their attention. I never understand why they do this, I am nothing special. I'm about 5'3, I have black hair, hazel eyes, but a nice figure. I have always figured that is why. My thoughts where interrupted as a familiar pair of eyes caught mine. Draco Malfoy. I decided to speak up. " Hey Malfoy, you have a staring problem?" I scoffed and gave him a devilish smile.

-DRACO P.O.V-

She's so pretty. Her skin, her skin was fair and looked soft. Her eyes were so unique I had never seen anything so captivating, But she was a muggle born. I cannot fall for a muggle born. I snapped out of my trance as I heard her speak. She was taunting me. Everyone was going to know I was staring at her. Fuck. I thought up the cockiest answer I could muster up. "Wikalond, aw how sweet. I'm surprised a mudblood like you even has the guts to speak to me- Draco, Malfoy." I growled at her. As soon as I said it I wish I could take it back. She looked her. Her eyes looked like her heart had just shattered. Shit. You've done it this time you bloody idiot I thought. What the hell Draco you don't feel this way about her. Why did you say that. Fix it.

I watched as she got up and strolled away still carrying her confident posture. I saw her turn the hall to the washroom that nobody uses. I knew because this is where I went when I needed to clear my head. I rose from my seat next to Blaise and followed her.

It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon  halfway across the world, you love, you where my butterfly. I am the typhoon. Come back, I need you.