He Isn't Bad

Emily is a muggle born, or a "mud-blood". She was sitting on the porch rail of her house when all of the sudden, she saw a head glinting in the bright sunlight. As it got closer, she recognized the face, Draco Malfoy.
"Why would he be at my house?!" She though as he walked up the steps and smiled at her. She gasped and stared at him in amazement.
"You look like a goldfish. But honestly, do you want to come hang out at my house? I called your dad and he said to walk up and that you were on the porch." He said raising his eyebrows.
"Well, um, I guess. I thought you hated muggle borms and Gryffindor's though," She said a bit confused.
"You are different. I can feel it. We can be friends. In secret. Away from my family. And we can have our own world," He said
"Alright," she said as they walked off towards Malfoy Manor.