Bitter Rivals, Sweet Seduction (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

It had to have been the most awkward moment I've ever had in my life.

"What the hell were you thinking, Jade!" My mother hissed lowly in my ear as she dragged me into the kitchen. Her tough grip on my forearm didn't waver one bit, even if I stumbled a little. She spun me around to face her. I glared into her green eyes, but said nothing.


"So, you have anything to say for yourself?" I bit my tongue, trying to keep what little sense I had in me. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I just hoped Luna wasn't able to hear us in the other room. She was smart, and I knew she could already sense just how tense my parents were around her. I let out a shallow breath, feeling as though I couldn't breath.

"You brought a blood traitor into this house." She continued to scold me. I kept my mouth shut, knowing that it would only earn me five more minutes of hearing her rant. If this was anybody else scolding me like this, I would've insulted them or fought back, but my mother was a different story. She would fight with me, and dad would often have to break us apart.

I remember when we fought once, and it wasn't pretty. She had called me down to the dinner table one night to greet the Malfoys. During this time, I hated Draco. Not as much as I do now, but not enough to be in separate room apart from him either. I was neutral and he was simply someone whom I did not like. It wasn't our first time meeting either. Our families were close, mainly because we were the second thing close to being Malfoys.

I don't feel like getting into detail, so I'll just give you the main points. Throughout the whole night I didn't look up at the Malfoys. Playing with my mashed potatoes, I ignored what everyone was saying. At the end of dinner, when the Malfoy's finally left, she was pissed at me. She had yelled at me, saying that I shouldn't have been so cold toward the Malfoys when they were here. I was only eight during this, so I didn't see why I had to be nice.

I shouted back at her and we went on like that for quite some time. We were in each other's face, screaming at the top of our lungs like it was a contest.

When she called me a worthless daughter I was at my breaking point, so I ran up to my room.

Looking back on it now, I remember my father trying to calm us down.

My mother sighed, and I lifted my head up to see what was wrong. She gazed at me hard, almost trying to figure something out like I was a puzzel. I stared back at her with detached eyes, and her eyes softened. Her lips turned into a small smile as she placed a hand on my shoulder gently. "I suppose your friend could stay here for the day."

I didn't smile or show any sign of happiness. Even though I should feel happy, I wasn't. I was anything but. I nodded my head before turning back around and walking into the living room where Luna and my father sat. She threw me a worried look and I threw her a reassuring smile. It was the fakest one I made all day.

She still believed it.

I took a seat next to her as my father started to speak. "It's nice to meet you, Luna." My father gave her a forced, stiff smile, meaning 'I just meant the total opposite of what I just said'. I took hold of Luna's hand and dragged her away, muttering "We need to talk." lowly enough for only her to hear. Her brows furrowed, but nonetheless she nodded.

We went up the stairs and then into my room. I had almost forgotten how big my room was compared to the dorms in Hogwarts. I loved my room. The walls were black and purple, and different pictures of famous, pretty witches hung in my room. My carpet was white, matching my perfect white bed. I took a seat on the fluffy mattress and patted a seat next to me for Luna. She sat down beside me and said, "You're parents don't seem to fond of me."

My face fell, but stayed silent, not denying it. She continued, "There's something dark about you mother." She whispered as if she was afraid she could hear us from downstairs. The whole room fell silent. I couldn't hear her breathing or my own. The house didn't creak, the wind wasn’t banging against my windows. There was nothing. Not a sound, as if the universe was listening in on our conversation.

I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat. "Why would you say that?" I pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my ars around my leg as I did this. I glanced up at her, catching her shoulders shrug.

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. My mind felt so flustered. My parents didn't like people like her. They liked purebloods and that was it. I couldn't tell Luna this, and it was odd to me that I would feel bad if I did. "My parents are just strange." I muttered, and hoped it would be left at that.

I felt a frail arm wrap around my tense shoulders. Luna laid her head on my shoulder as a sign of comfort, but still, it did no good for me. Seeing my parents again . . . It brought up bad memories. Memories I had forgotten over time that are now resurfacing. I bit my lip and tried to put on an emotionless facade.

I just wanted to push away all these negative feelings that clawed at my empty chest. I wanted to numb myself of the feeling.


I hopped out of my bed and walked to my closet. I opened the closet door and rummaged through the mountain pile of clothes I had. "What are you doing?" Luna asked.

"Dressing up." I pulled out an unworn outfit and held it over me. "What do you think?" She cocked her head to the side, analyzing the pieces of clothing I held. When she finally nodded, I gave her a smile before grabbing a pair of boots and going into my bathroom.

I didn't even begin to change clothes once I looked in myself at the mirror.

I attempted to smile, to try and see if I could shield Luna from what I was feeling. I was never an emotional person who cared about what people thought. But lately, I've been doing just the opposite. I'd been letting everyone get to me. Draco, Pansy, Mother . . .all of them.

I turned the hot water on in the shower, but didn't make any movement to get in it, only pitying myself as I stared into the mirror. I couldn't believe how weak I actually looked. I could've been mistaken for crying if I had gone out in public. It was embarrassing and it angered me.

My eyes were puffy, my face was red, and I had a sad expression plastered on my face. I tried to smile, but it just looked broken. It reflected what I felt inside.

Broken.

Odd.

Unnatural.

I changed out of my clothes and went into the shower, attempting to cleanse myself of these feelings, hoping to get rid of them before I returned back to the one place I dread the most.

Hogwarts.