The Meaning of Love (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

So, as most people know, I hate Draco Malfoy. Why am I writing this story then, you ask? Because I feel bad. I have no justifyable reason for hating him, I just do (minus the sixth and seventh books of course). So, Draco, this is for you. Sorry for hating you so much without a good enough reason, but it's just how it is.
The main character is Mercy Chastain. She is a half-blooded Ravenclaw in Harry's year. Her parents are in the Order of the Phoenix, and she has a younger brother, Tyson

Chapter 1

Introducing Mercy

Mercy Chastain was a highly typical girl in many different ways -- well, other than the fact that she was a witch who attended Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school designed specifically for learning magic. She got fairly good grades in school, but usually nothing to get overly excited over (she knew that she would never be Hermione Granger smart) but also good enough grades to keep her parents pleased with her. She had enough friends to be considered "popular" (whatever the term meant anymore), but she also had the well-hated Slytherin house in her school as her enemy. She had the same interests as other sixteen year old girls like her had: school, music, friends, and, of course, boys. She did not ever falter with her with the straight-forward and blunt personality she had inherited from her father and was too over-protective of her family and friends sometimes.
Though she was very similar to most girls her age, there were also the traits of Mercy that caused others to question whether there was another person remotely like her on this earth. Mercy was French through and through, though she did not have the accent to prove it. She spoke French very fluently, her mother having taught her it growing up, and spoke it rapidly whenever she was angry or upset about something. To Mercy, she was just a completely average, way too skinny damsel with horribly dull brown hair and strange amber eyes. To others, she was an interesting, slender, attractive girl with dangerously straight locks of chesnut hair and beautifully piercing eyes of the purest gold.
Mercy never understood why people seemed so interested in her upon first meeting her. She was not a veela, nor was she any other interesting creature that deserved appraise. She was just a normal girl, or at least she tried to be.
Her parents would always claim it was the "natural beauty" she had that made others flock to her, but Mercy knew that they were only saying that because they had to. It's what parents did to make their children feel beautiful. She was sure that if her little brother, Tyson, were having self-esteem problems they would tell him exactly the same thing. Tyson, however, had no such issues.
He was the essence of a self-assured, self-confident little boy who constantly tried to pick on his older sister about her hobby of ballet dancing and her strange taste in Muggle music. He usually silenced whenever Mercy threatened to use the Furnunculus Charm on him. He may have been an annoying little prat most of the time, but he had absolutely no backbone, something that Mercy had been quick to observe after nearly eleven years of living with him.
Mercy's parents, Tristan and Josephine Chastain, by no means supported their son's rather enormously swelled head and often gave him reproachful looks when he reprimanded his sister and insisted that he apologize at once.
Tristan and Josephine were rather good people, too good sometimes in Mercy's opinion. They had never uttered a single bad curse or hex, nor did they ever desire to, they rarely swore, they didn't smoke or drink, not to mention, they were involved with a group called the Order of the Phoenix; a small group of adult witches and wizards that are set on taking down Lord Voldemort, the most evil wizard in existance.
Over the summer last year, because of how many Order meetings there were, Mercy and Tyson were forced to go to the house called Number 12, Grimmauld Place, which was their headquarters. Those days were the first of many that she would spend with the people who would soon become six of her closest friends; Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter.
Of course she'd heard of Harry, Ron, and Hermione's adventures at Hogwarts during their first four years, she knew of Fred and George's abilities of pranking and to avoid taking any sweets they offered, and she had heard many talking about Ginny's kind heart and fine technique of Bat Bogey hexing, but never before had she talked to any of them first-hand. It was a great experience that resulted in six of the best friends Mercy could ever ask for. Over their year together, Mercy found herself with at least one of the six at all times. It didn't matter to them that she was in a different house than they were. It just mattered that they all thought she was, as Fred and George described, "as sweet as a sugar quill and (this part of their opinion was reserved for the boys' and Mercy's ears only) just as appealing." That description always made Mercy giggle with amusement.
Fred and George eventually dropped out -- if you could even call replacing the courtyard with a swamp, setting off many of their fantastic fireworks, and flying out on their confiscated broomsticks to open their new store, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, dropping out -- and Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, accompanied by Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, went to go save Sirius Black, Harry's godfather, by flying to the Ministry of Magic to break into the Department of Mysteries.
Mercy was forced to stay behind from them because of the promise she made to Harry to make sure that Umbridge, their toad-ish Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that year, didn't return from the Forbidden Forest and alert the Minister, which she did fairly well in her opinion. The moment she saw Umbridge reappearing from the woods, walking toward the castle, Mercy influenced their Divination teacher that year, Firenze, to come trotting out of the school. That effectively sent the ugly toad-woman zooming the opposite direction.
After a few hours, Mercy hadn't heard word from any of them and began to worry. She knew Harry would do anything to save his godfather, and that included dying. Mercy now regretted her agreement to stay in the castle and had just arrived in Umbridge's office to steal some Floo Powder to get to the Ministry when an emerald green fire suddenly roared to life and out came Neville carrying Hermione and trying to support Ron and Luna supporting Ginny, who had injured her ankle. Immediately, Mercy grabbed onto Ron, for Neville seemed to look like he would fall over any moment from exhaustion, and helped bring them all to the hospital wing. After a failed attempt to find Madam Pomfrey, Mercy helped Ginny into the bed and asked the question that had been burning inside of her.
"What happened?"
Ginny shook her head. "Half of the time, I was knocked out or clutching my ankle. I have no clue what the hell happened. I only remember fighting a bunch of Death Eaters, one of them injured my ankle, Ron got hit by some weird curse that made him all loopy --" Ron chose that moment to giggle feebly "-- Harry came in with Neville behind him carrying Hermione, the Death Eaters started attacking, and then I got knocked out." Mercy looked over at Hermione in the bed opposite Ginny. She didn't even stir.
"Ginny...Hermione isn't...She isn't dead, is she?" She could barely even stand saying it.
"Doe, she's alibe," said Neville, mopping up his bloody nose. Mercy sighed in relief, but it was instantly stolen from her again when a new question popped into her mind.
"Where's Harry?"
None of them answered her. Ginny, Neville, and Luna looked just as troubled by his absense as Mercy was. Finally, it was Neville who answered her again.
"He wend chasing Belladrix Lesdrange. She killed Sirius Black."
Ginny clasped her hands to her mouth, Luna's already protuberant eyes widened, and Mercy felt like she was going to fall over.
Sirius Black, the man who loved Harry most in this world, who treated Harry like family, who treated everyone else in the Order like his greatest companions, dead. The thought was too much to bear.
Mercy wiped her eyes of the stray tears and said, "I'm going to go and find Madam Pomfrey."
It only took a few minutes to find Madam Pomfrey in the staff room and explain that there were injured students in the Hospital Wing, but after Mercy told her, she found herself walking aimlessly about the school, thinking miserably of Sirius Black and hoping that Harry was taking it alright.
Another few hours passed before Mercy finally saw Harry descending from Dumbledore's office. She threw her arms around him before he even got off of the spiral staircase. He didn't even attempt to hug her back. Mercy pulled back to find him staring pointedly at the floor, evidently trying hard not to look her in the eyes.
"Harry," said Mercy quietly. Finally, he looked up at her. Mercy saw that his brilliant green eyes were glistening with tears.
"He's gone," Harry whispered. Mercy hugged him again and this time he hugged her back, shaking as he did so. That was the first and only time that Mercy ever saw Harry cry, and she didn't desire for it to happen again.
But this was all last month and now things were entirely different. It was the summer holidays, Mercy was now working at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for an extra bit of money, and she regularly contacted Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Fred and George. Harry seemed to be handling himself a lot better now, or at least that's what his writing told her. She supposed that she'd find out in a few days, though, when he was sure to visit Weasley's Wizard Wheezes with Hermione, Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys. Mercy made sure she was working that day so that she would be able to catch up with all of her friends about their summers.
Little did Mercy know, though, that that was the day that her usually typical life would change forever. All thanks to a boy by the name of Draco Malfoy.

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