Our Stars (Draco Malfoy)

Our Stars (Draco Malfoy)

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This is my first fan fiction. I hope you like it! I literally just had a Draco story in my google docs and my friend read it and told me to post it. JK ROWLING OWNS ALL CHARACTERS AND WHAT I USED FROM THE HARRY POTTER PLOT. I ONLY OWN THE OC'S WHICH I WILL LIST THEM ALL WHEN I FINISHED WITH THE BOOK. ~*~ "And that one is Draco. See that bright star right there? That one is called Draco." The boy says, pointing at the bright star in the sky. We were laying outside on the grass. He was showing me the stars. "My mom said she named me after it." Draco says. "That's cool. I wish I had a star." I say sadly. "Who says you can't? You see that star? The bright one right next to mine. That can be your star. Eleonore." I smile. "The stars are just like us. Together." "Always." he says. I feel my best friends hand intertwined with mine. We fall asleep, right under the stars.
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The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All ............................................................. "IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!" "F*CK OFF!" "I'm not in the mood!" "God, you're worse than I am!" Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?

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