I Was Dared to Love You (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

IWDTLY (A Draco Malfoy Love Story) ... 1

            “Oh! Those Nargles got to my head again! I have to go!” Luna muttered to herself as she jumped from the bed. Quickly she collected her things, and finding her shoes were missing, walked barefoot out of the Gryffindor girl's dorm, quickly fleeing to the purple Ravenclaw commons.

            Giving a small giggle, Hermione woke with her hair frizzled as per usual.

            “Hey, Mi' guess what?” Ginny said slyly.

            “What?” Hermione asked curious.

            “I dared Violet to—” she was stopped mid-sentence by my hand being shoved unladylike in her face.

            “Dared her to what?” Hermione asked as if I never attacked. I was pinned to the bed by a victorious Ginny and watched as she answered.

            “To fake date Malfoy, of course.”

            Hermione gave a gasp and squeaked, “You were serious about that?”

            She knew?!

            “Well, I wouldn't have told you if I didn't plan on it! This is the ultimate payback, Mione! Think about it, he'll fall for Vi—I mean who wouldn't—and then smash goes his ego when she dumps his ass!” Gin gave a devious chuckle at the last word; she hardly ever swore.

            Hermione looked doubtful, “I don't want payback, Gin. I just want him to stop calling us names.” Hermione was such an innocent. She gave in a little thought, tapping her finger to her chin decisively. “I mean, if he is such a high and mighty pureblood, wouldn’t he be top of the class, right? But no-o-o, guess who's top of the class? A lowly mudblood that's who!” Hermione kept ranting, soon convincing herself that Ginny's plan would work perfectly.

            Aww … I'm being ganged up on.

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             Introductions are necessary aren't they?

        Hello! I'm Violet Beauregarde and I went to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory! My skin is now violet and I can flex into any shape I want! Be jealous!

           Seriously though, my name's Violet Jesperson. I'm currently seventeen, just turned actually. The whole reason everyone was even in my dorms was because of my “birthday bash.” But anyway, I have dark brown hair that goes to about shoulder length. It's wavy and the bangs were a bad choice, let me tell you. They looked good sure, but they were a pain in the broomstick when trying to write lines in detention. I'm pretty pale, but that's not exactly my fault. I lived in Michigan, which isn't known for being super sunny. My eyes are an ugly mix between green and blue and they are dull in comparison to Luna's silvery gray eyes. My height goes unnoticed because I'm practically a shrimp at my measly five feet, one inch.

          I had been vacationing with my relatives in England when my magical abilities immerged. Not bothering giving a heads up to my parents back in America, I stayed in England, only visiting home on Holidays. They understood, at length, figuring my education had to be important if I wanted to stay across the ocean for it.

            I arrived at Hogwarts the same year as Hermione, Ron, Harry, and dare I say it? Draco Malfoy. Placed respectfully in Gryffindor, I happily became close friends with Hermione and Ron's sister, Ginny. Luna was a default friend. We had worked together in Potions one day and just sort of stuck together. It helped that she was already friends with Hermione though.

            But now the most important thing in my teenage years was going to be my fake-yet-to-him-real relationship with Draco Hate-His-Guts Malfoy. It was going to be grand.

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PS: This story has been stolen/rewritten twice now. I have found these people and (virtually) approached them about it. The first person I was nice to, flattered even. They rearranged the story and I let them go with a free pass. The second person I destroyed. They no longer have access to their account (on quotev, a fellow authors website) or "their" stories. I was furious. It was a blantant steal, title and all. Tell  me whenever you see this story (or any of my other stories) posted elsewhere. This is the only holder for IWDTLY. It is nowhere else. Nor will it ever be, under my name that is.

EDIT: This story is currently being translated into German by the lovely NiaL13 (previously SourireGray)! I have allowed her to do so, so if you stumble upon it, it's alright! It is available on her account if any German speakers wish to read IWDTLY!