-Draco's POV-
It was a cold night, Christmas break. My father and I had yet again got into another fight. I was out, taking a walk through the city of London to calm my nerves.
I pulled my coat tightly over my shoulders and felt the snow flurries hit my face. Everything seemed dark to me, now.
My father and I had fought often, but it wasn't as bad as this. We were in an argument about the death eaters, I said I wasn't ready, he said my opinion didn't matter. We went back and forth, and then he told me he wished I was dead.
I felt tears brimming my eyes, no, you're a Malfoy. You don't cry. I look over and see an ice skating rink, I always enjoyed that as a child.
I buy some skates and enter the rink. It didn't take me too long to get used to the ice. I was soon skating smoothly. I looked down, tears glistening my eyes as my father's words came into my head again.
I look up, and see a body coming towards me. I try to stop, but it's too late, I collide with the person.
"Oh, gosh I'm so sorry. I was practicing for my dance recital and I wasn't looking and, bloody hell, so sorry." The voice says.
"No, no it's my-" I stop, the girl sitting in front of me was beautiful. I stand up, offering her a hand.
"Fault." I finish, blushing and looking down. Suddenly, all the thoughts of my father left my mind. "Name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." I offer her my hand.
She laughs. "Cute name." I blush madly. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N." She shakes my hand.
"So, a dancer, huh?" I ask, trying to make small talk.
"Yeah, regionals tomorrow, I'm so nervous." She sighs.
I look at her. "If I show up, would you not be so nervous?" I ask her, she giggles, it was so cute.
"I would be delighted if you were there." She smiles. "But, I should get going, it's in the theater, 8:00 pm, sharp." She whisks away. "Don't be late, Malfoy."
A muggle. The Draco Malfoy just fell in love with a muggle.
