Destined To Be Different (A George Weasley Love Story)

Many people know me as a daughter of death eaters, making me a truly "evil" person because of my "family." Any of my friends could tell you that I am not like them. I was born into the Malfoy family, but that doesn't make me a part of it. Seventeen years ago my mother, Narcissa, became pregnant with me, and my father, Lucius was hoping for a boy to follow in his path, and be a force of evil for Lord Voldemort. He was a bit upset that I was a girl, but loved me nonetheless, that is until I became old enough to determine right from wrong. Since then, he doesn't want anything to do with me, and often says I'm no daughter of his, but keeps me around anyways. Now he treats me as a stranger, and even though I have everything I could want or need, it's only to keep up appearance. Because of all that, I live instead with the Weasley family, and they are my family, even though we're not technically related. Hopefully someday though, first I have to get him to see me as more than a friend.