Draco Malfoy's Perspective

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.