Fairy Tales Can Come True

A/N: Ok, I have FINISHED chapter one! So here it is, without further ado!

Disclaimer: JKR owns everything, except my OCs, they're MINE! I am
making no money, although, I wish I did, as I am broke.

Chapter One

I kept trying to tell myself that it would do me no good.
He had just made me that offer so when I went, he could laugh in
my face. And that’s just what he would do. He would laugh in my face,
or even worse, he would gloat about it. He would hold it over my head
forever. And would he even let me stay once I got there? Would he
say it had been my mistake, and now I was paying for it? Would he
kick me out in the cold? No, of course not. He would let me stay at the manor.
Even if he did, would he make me pay stay there? I
didn’t have much money, so I probably couldn’t do afford to stay
there if he decided to make me pay. And what if he asked me for
something else for payment? No, even he wouldn’t sink that low.
Would he understand my problem, or would he not even try?
Either way, I really had no other choice. As Dylan so
conveniently left out, the rent was so late, we were being evicted.
We had to be out by next week. No wonder he let me keep it. I was
going to hang out here for the rest of the week, but then I would
need another place to stay for awhile. It was my parents, him, or the gutters.
Personally, I really didn’t want to tell my parents Dylan had left
me. I had just gushed about how much in love we were and such. And I knew
I couldn’t even look at my parents without breaking down and sobbing. And
I didn’t want to go to the gutters even more. So he was my last choice.
My common sense pointed out that he was the best option I had.
But I was pretty sure I knew the real reason I wanted to go to him. I was
hoping he would hold me in his strong arms again, make me feel safe, feel
as if all my worries were being drained away. Just like when we were kids. I
briefly wondered if he stilled played quidditch.
Another reason was one I wouldn’t even admit to myself. As much
as it hated it, a little voice in the back of my head niggled that he was my
absolute last chance at a happy ending. And another little niggled that I
might actually want him to be my happy ending. I had had a crush on him
when I was little.
But then the war...and then after the final battle I met Dylan.
When he found out, we had exchanged some...words. More accurately, he
had called me a two-timing bitch and I called him a self-centered, pompous
pouf. After that, he had said that if I ever realized the mistake I was making,
I could come to him.
Well, I had realized my mistake, or more accurately Dylan had.
So I had to go to him. There was no other way. But after all I had done,
after all that had been said, would he still think of me as a friend? Or
would I go back to being a mudblood like when we first met?

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He was a Slytherin. I was a Gryffindor. We were as different as
right and left. Or so we thought. He called me a mudblood. I called him a
pompous ferret. It was just the way it was. The only thing we shared was our
sarcastic, icy nature towards each other, and our smarts. The only girl
smarter than me in Gryffindor was Hermione Granger, and personally I
thought she should have been in Ravenclaw.
The only reason me and him became friends was because of
a detention. We had ended up paired up in Potions. We had been arguing
and calling each other names, and not really paying attention to our
potion. It blew up, an explosion to rival even Neville Longbottom’s. Naturally,
we got detention from Snape. And with Filch, no less.
Our detention wasn’t actually that bad, as The Golden Trio had
ended up with detention with him at the same time. We ended up cleaning
trophies in the trophy room, while Filch dealt with the others. As always, we
were arguing to no end. I finally screamed, “WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU
ALWAYS MAKE FUN OF ME? IS YOUR HEAD SHOVED UP YOUR ARSE SO DEEP THAT
YOU CAN’T SEE ME FOR WHO I REALLY AM?” I was so mad, I didn’t even care
how loud I was.
“And who are you really then?” he asked, his icy eyes holding
calm fury. “Well I’m not just a frickin mudblood! If you ever bothered to
even talk to me for a second without insulting me, you might realize that!” I said.
“Ok fine,” he said. “I’ll give it a shot! What’s your favorite class?” he said
sarcastically. “Surprisingly, when your not screaming at me, and Snape’s not
insulting me, Potions!” I said. “And when you are, or he is, Transfiguration!” “Well,
mine’s always Potions!” he countered. “Pray tell, what would a mudbl-person like
you like about Potions? It is a Slytherin subject after all.” He smirked.
“Well, at least, when he isn’t insulting me, I have someone who I
can actually carry on a conversation with! AND JUST IN CASE UR HEAD IS SHOVED
SO FAR UP UR ARSE THAT IT IS AFFECTING YOUR HEARING, THAT MEANS YOU!” I
screamed. “I like that about it too,” he said quietly. After that surprising statement,
we actually began to have a civil conversation. And a bit later, we actually became
friends. And even later, best friends. I soon had a crush on him. But I forced myself
to ignore it. All the years before our friendship forced me into silence.

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And that had all led up to this moment. I was standing in front of his door,
and was reaching up to knock. Once I had, I leaned my head against the cool
metal for a minute to collect my thoughts. Then the door was opened and I fell
inside face first. “Oh gee, I’m sorry miss-Jen?” he asked. I looked up, a bit surprised.
I knew he would probably be here, but I hadn’t expected him to answer the door. “Draco?” I asked.

A/N 2:MUHAHAHA! EVIL CLIFFY! Sort of! That is my attempt at an evil cliffy. As already stated,
I'm evul, so this is my start at being evil.