:To Love A Death Eater://Draco Malfoy Love Story\\(OH HOLD....FOR NOW!)

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:To Love A Death Eater://Draco Malfoy Love Story\\

Chapter 2

“My name is Albus Dumbledore and I would personally love to welcome all new and returning students. It’s going to be a pleasure working with all of you. I expect this year to go through with zero flaws and I will do my best to ensure that this happens. Now on to the houses for the new students.”

My heart beats rapidly as Mr. Dumbledore himself speaks to all of us in the dining hall. I have heard so many fascinating stories about him and by the way that he looks, I can already tell that Hermione is true to her facts. He seems very nice but yet intelligent. The perfect mixture of both.

“Now as I read off the names I want each of you to come up and wait in line to placed. Now can I please have Kazel Adderly up to the stage.”

I turn in the direction where all heads turn and I see a petite girl with glasses stand up and head to the front stage. Mr. Dumbledore greets her with a handshake and gestures for her to sit in one of the big chairs on stage.

She does and the second her butt touches the seat, an owl like bird with a black body and white wings flies through one of the windows and drops a piece of paper directly into Mr. Dumbledore’s hands. He pushes his glasses father onto his face and reads off,

“Ravenclaw.”

The girl does a silent like prayer in her head and looks up to the sky before retreating off of the stage and going over towards a group of very excited kids dressed in blue and brown. They all greet her and I feel happy for her.

The names continue on.(I’ll name a few just for the sake of it.)

“Gwendelen Sparrow………..Hufflepuff”

“Agnus Graint………..Slytherin”

“Samuel Graint……….Slytherin”

Nathaniel Sparks………Gryffindor”

After thirty or so I finally hear my name being called.

“And last but certainly not least, Laila Maddox.”

I get up from my seat and start to head towards the stage, but not before I get a high five and 3 thumbs up from Ron, Hermione and Harry of course. They all give me hopeful smiles as I take my seat and breath in deeply. Mr. Dumbledore shakes my hand and whispers,

“I have personally heard a lot about you miss Maddox. I was close with your father and it was shame when he had to leave me. I hope you take in his footsteps.”

“You knew my father?”, I ask in shock.

“Yes I did dear. He was a very close friend of mine. Almost like a brother to me, but a lot younger of course.”, he says and lets out a little chuckle. I laugh too and he whispers one last time before announcing my house,

“Good luck.”

I nod and he takes a deep breath, smiles at me and then turns to the crowd of kids and says,

“Gryffindor!”, I do a slight fist pump and Mr. Dumbledore gives me one last handshake and a knowing smile before sending me back to my seat. Hermione, Ron, and Harry all have huge smiles on their faces when they see me, and I myself have an unstopping smile. Hermione stands up and gives me a tight hug followed by two more from Ron and Harry. I can’t help but notice something when Harry hugs me too. A spark maybe. I’m not sure, but whatever it is it’s a little creepy, even though I like Harry. As a friend of course.

I have a non stop smile on my face for the next hour and while the feast is going on, I make sure to glance over at the other tables just for some reason. When I get to the Slytherin table, a certain someone catches my eye and I feel a pull of some sort when our eyes connect. If you can’t tell, yes, I am speaking of Draco Malfoy. The evil minion/ cutie. I will admit that he is cute but yet he is plain evil. The reincarnation of death to be exact.

I feel a ripple of some sort run through my body and I hurry and tear my gaze away from his. Those eyes. His eyes make him seem so pleasant even though that’s far form the truth. The shine is the blue of his iris is crazy. So bright and pretty that you wouldn’t know that he was evil until you got to know him. I mean, he is Lucius Malfoy’s son after all. The stories on him are so scary that I have had nightmares about it. I don’t know if the stories are true but still.