The Unthinkable Love Story

1.
Kaylin Slytherin

Kaylin sat on the Hogwarts
Express. Dark clouds were gathering around the train. This year was going to be
crazy, she could tell. The sixth year compartment door opened, revealing an
overly confident looking Draco Malfoy. The only seat open was the one next to
her. She scowled to herself, and scooted over a bit. His scent drifting over to
her, causing her to wrinkle her nose. "Some purblood scent he carries on
his skin. Or is that Goyle coming in and finding no empty seats next to his
'master'..?" She whispered to herself.

It seemed it was Goyle. "EW,
get out. Go find a first year to smell up Goyle. NOW." Kaylin was hissing
at him before she could stop herself. "Or I'll punish you. Very much
so, yes." She hissed in Parseltongue at him, and his eyes seemed to go
huge. Draco looked startled and was trying to scoot away from her now.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SLYTHERIN? I know your last name is suggestive,
but DAMN!" Draco was muttering, glaring at her as if she was disgusting to
him, which made her scowl.

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Draco was proud of himself. The
Vanishing Cabinet idea was genius. He slid the door to the sixth year
compartment open, and looked at her. Kaylin Slytherin. "Great..." He
muttered. This was just peachy. Sitting next to her of ALL people. The weirdest
Slytherin in the entire school. The strangest in the house.

Well, this shall be another
annoying ride. Last time he'd had to ride along-side her, she'd practically
chewed his ear off with her bragging about her famous ancestor. He remembered
the look in her eyes that day though-pleading. She was begging him, of all
people to believe her. Draco sat next to her contemplating why, in her second
year, she had tried that on him. He was the Slytherin Prince for God's sake!
She was trying to come onto him. No... She wanted acceptance. No one else had
given her that. And now, she spoke it to Goyle, a threatening look in her eyes.
His response gave away something about him; he'd believed her all those years
ago.

Kaylin had never been trying to
get to him in second year, and now he could tell. His reaction wasn't taken
kindly. "Stuff it Malfoy, you prat....." She was glaring at him with
an intensity that almost hurt. Almost. Strange, very strange was that feeling.
Why did he care?

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Kaylin looked at him with a dark
glare set in her eyes, which made her want to smack him more when he looked at
her like he was dumbfounded. "Oh you stupid ass... Play coy with me,
looking so stupid in your seat."

Her glare intensified. Why did
she feel so much hate? Was it because of his refusal to believe in her?
No... That was four years ago. Now it was some unknown hate. Why though? Not
sure...