Malfoy Enterprises. How I loathe the name. I always thought their products were cheap and over-priced, and after meeting the family behind them, I understand all too well why it's quantity over quality.
As a junior in my upscale boarding school, Hogwarts, I only like to focus on my schoolwork. After all, I'm top of the grade, and my family's reputation is at stake if I let my rank go to that commoner girl who attends here on a scholarship, Hermione Granger. Her and all her little friends in the Gryffindor dorm think they're so special.
And don't get me started on the captain of our school's polo team, the Hufflepuff Cedric Diggory. Never misses the chance to walk past a mirror, that one.
There's really only one person I get along with... well, maybe two. Luna Lovegood, that quirky Ravenclaw girl, and somebody from my own dorm, Blaise Zambini.
Shocked to hear of all these names (minus Granger, of course) in one place?
Well that's how it is in Hogwarts Boarding School for the Elite, years 6-12. We're all a bunch of heirs and heiresses... all except for... well, you know this by now but, Granger. She's not the only one, of course. There's plenty of other kids who got in on brains alone, and if I'm honest... they're not all scum. Granger just gets in the way of my fun.
Anyway, I'm Raina Hopkins, great-granddaughter of Henry Hopkins, the businessman who made billions selling hair care products. Like the rest of my family, I was placed as a legacy in the Slytherin dorms. Happily, of course... until Pansy became my roommate and one of my old friends came in year 9.
He doesn't even remember me, the git.
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Okay, here's a new angle to Draco Malfoy fanfiction. We'll see exactly how exciting these characters (owned by J.K. Rowling) are outside of the Wizarding World and in a "normal" Hogwarts (also owned by J.K. Rowling).Please, give this a chance if it sounds mildly interesting.
**Will be rated M because of Co-ed dorms**
I wasn't supposed to stand out at Hogwarts.
I was supposed to blend in, finish the year quietly, and stay out of trouble.
Then he looked at me.
Draco Malfoy - the name everyone whispered like a warning. Sharp, quiet, and unreadable. The kind of boy who carried power like it belonged to him, and sin like it didn't matter.
He shouldn't have cared that I existed.
And maybe he didn't. But every time our eyes met, it felt like he was trying to see through me - like he already knew something I didn't.
People say he's cold, cruel, dangerous.
They're right. But that's not the part that scares me.
What scares me is how much I want to find out what he's hiding beneath it.
It isn't love. Not yet.
It's something darker - something that feels like falling without the promise of being caught.