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...