viciousnonsense
Falling for the enemy was never supposed to happen.
At first it was a simple interest for the boy during her fourth year at Hogwarts. Capella Malfoy would steal glances at him from across the Great Hall at every chance. She called this interest "hatred." She hated Harry Potter, just as her twin did. There was no other explanation for it.
As fifth year rolled around and chaos ensued thanks to Dolores Umbridge, those stolen glances turned to longing looks. Longing looks of pure... loathing? As the year continued, no one was on her mind more than Harry Potter. He was all she thought about, all she talked about, and all she wanted. And, though she refused to admit it, she grew fond of him. Over the summer, she even found herself defending him when her brother or best friend brought him up.
However, the Malfoy name came with responsibilities. One of which was to stick by her family no matter the cost. With the return of the Dark Lord, the cost becomes high. And as sixth year begins, the risk of being head over heels for the Boy Who Lived is even higher.