Draco grew up with peacocks, and owls were a norm in his everyday life. He knew classmates who kept toads and snakes, and they weren't all that bad. He was fond of cats, and dogs he could tolerate. But a damn dragon? Why couldn't they have gotten a normal pet?

It's been a few weeks now since me and Draco have talked. A tear drop fell from my eye, landing on my hand. Ever since the "incident", everything fell apart. I remembered when we were only eleven, everything was perfect... "How dare you just expose me in the middle of class like that!" I spat at him. "You know what L/N, maybe it just doesn't matter what I do anymore. Maybe it's you." He yelled. "No! It's all you, you sick little prick! I knew I could never keep things straight with you. You're a Malfoy." I threw disgust into his last name. Draco looked at me with pained eyes as he turned to storm off. Another tear, seemed like it took forever to fall. I had to fix things. I stood up, a striking pain of guilt and regret struck my head as I turned to face my door. Standing there, someone I never thought I would be happier to see. I ran into his arms, sobs overlapping my apology. I felt something I never have discovered. I was falling for him, or did I already fall for him? The reason why, I wasn't sure. Others would say, "It's so, Unlike You."