My story is not about a good girl who wanted to save the day, and it is not about a wicked girl who had a change of heart at the last second and joined the "good" side. I am the definition of grey. I'm not on the dark side, but I'm certainly no hero. Until I came to Hogwarts, I had only looked out for myself. I manipulated people more powerful than me, and I made sure people beneath me knew their place.
I was not above killing, and collateral damage was not a concern of mine, however, I wouldn't kill for the fun of it. You were either in my way, or not, and if you were in the way, I wasn't going to slow down, or go around you.
This is a story of a morally grey young woman who's only job is to survive, by whatever means necessary.
Eloise Corbyn was described in many words. Some said strong, others said cruel. In many ways she was considered evil, but if you knew the whole story, you would call her desperate. But nobody would never know the whole story.
Slow updates- I apologize in advance. Wattpad is a hobby, not a job and I can only write when I have time/motivation.
Trigger warnings, the story is marked "mature". That includes mature themes such as self harm, death, abuse, and more. If there are particularly stressful or triggering chapters, I will mark them at the top, but generally there's a trigger warning on the whole story.
My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. I am a racist, I despise gingers and mudbloods, and my parents work for the man who killed James and Lily Potter, as well as many other magical people.
This is how I grew up. Knowing only those facts for eleven years, being taught that everyone was beneath me.
I continued to think this way for five more years, and regretfully, until after I agreed to kill Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school I enjoyed attending. Then I finally understood. I didn't do it on my own though. It took a few slaps and stern talking-to's from a very special person.
A Pureblood named Violet Ramsey. She was in Gryffindor until the unthinkable happened. The Sorting Hat moved her. I immediately took to her, but she ignored me for the better part of the year. However, she came around finally and from there I got my first true friend. The first person who wasn't a family friend, Death Eater, or bribed.
Violet was the only one to give me a choice in anything. So don't be surprised that I fell in love with her. Be surprised that she fell in love with me. Because I am not lovable. I am a Death Eater. A Malfoy. Slytherin scum. Or so everyone thinks.
Well...everyone but Violet.