Things Don't Always Go As Planned (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)
Name: Alaia (pronounced uh-LAY-uh) Grey
Blood Status: Pure-Blood
Hair Color: Ginger (at beginning)
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Age: (Story starts at 11)
Intro: She lives with her mom who is decently wealthy, she doesn't know who her dad is, and she lives a low-key lifestyle in the muggle world, but most aspects of her life are magic-fueled.
Walking closer, I overheard the boy with platinum blond hair (who was standing in the doorway) speaking to the boys inside and he said, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, I can help you there."
Getting a better look, I immediately recognized him as Draco Malfoy, whose entire family was (infamously) well- known within the wizarding world.
The boy whom he referred to as "Potter" (Harry Potter?) then replied coldly with "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."
I quickly glanced over to see who the other boy sitting in the compartment could be. I automatically knew he HAD to be a Weasley.
I scoffed and muttered just loud enough, "Well, obviously not," and walked away. As I sat back down in my compartment, I realized Draco must have followed me. Before I knew it, he was sitting across from me, looking at me questioningly.
"What?" I demanded in a bored tone.
He just stared at me for another moment before he finally inquired, "You're not a Weasley?"
I laughed bitterly. "Me? Please. That's insulting."
This just seemed to confuse him more. Good lord he canâ€™t really be that dense.
"Well you have the same hair . . .?" He trailed off into what was more of a question than a statement.
"Yeah ok, but do these look like hand-me-down robes to you? I don't think so. Now did you want something? Or are you just gonna keep sitting there like youâ€™re blind, deaf, and stupid?" I rolled my eyes and opened my chocolate frog. This somehow seemed to not only anger him, but to impress him as well.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rude. I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." He smirked and held out his hand.
He was almost kind of cute when he smirked . . . But only almost. "Yeah, I know who you are. I'm Alaia Grey." I shook his hand with the last ounce of politeness I could muster.
He nodded thoughtfully. "You know, I think I've heard that name before."
I was beginning to grow tired of this exchange. He made it sound like his knowledge of my last name was some sort of honour. Oh please. "Most people have. Itâ€™s also a colour.â€ I retorted with more sarcasm than I originally thought possible. I then rolled my eyes and continued eating my chocolate frog without much interest.
For some unknown reason this made him angry. "Well if you know who I am, you should OBVIOUSLY know what kind of power I have! So I suggest you STOP mocking me RIGHT now!" He sounded like a child throwing a tantrum; it was ridiculous.
I sighed. Was he for real? "Ooooh, I'm so scared." I began with blatant sarcasm, and then continued, "You know, you're nothing but a rich, stuck-up snob who doesn't think of anyone but himself and you really think I would ever be intimidated by you? Please." I might not be the best person ever, but this kid is next level, I added silently.
With a look of what could only be shock, Draco scoffed and left, defeated. I smirked triumphantly, began eating the rest of my snacks, and awaited our arrival at Hogwarts.