Draco Malfoy and the Boy Who Lived Book One
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  • Reads 147
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 6
  • Time 21m
Ongoing, First published Oct 13, 2016
Mature
Draco Malfoy has lived an abusive life. His Mother dies leaving him behind with his drunk of a Father who starts to hurt him. Finally waking up from the nightmare he calls life, he meets his adoptive parents, who are loving and caring for him and work at his school. Draco finds himself being hurt right before heading back to school for his first year. Everyone knows his name and his past with his family. He shelters and shuts himself away from others. 

I nervous about people seeing things or talking about me, but when I show up there is a new boy in Hogwarts. Harry Potter. His fluffy hair, oh how it swoops over his eyebrows, covering them slightly. His eyes are warm and opening. But, he is a Gryffindor, while I'm a in Slytherin. We end up having classes together, which is bad for me because all I do is stare at him all day. He never talked to me, until one day his eyes meet mine and we blush together at our sights.
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