The Malfoys were known to be pure bloods. They prided themselves on that fact, especially Draco's father. To keep the bloodline pure, the Malfoy family had aligned with yours. You and Draco had been arranged to marry since birth. As children you would play together, laugh together. And then pulled apart by the darkness of both of your families, taught what was 'necessary' for the future. You didn't know him, not anymore. You had only known a little boy. Years had passed since then...

It was the sixth year at Hogwarts. You had attended a different magic school, but your family moved closer to the Malfoys for 'business', but you knew as you came closer to age the families wanted the marriage instantly. The school was different then your last, but not unwelcome. You had made friends with a few Gryffindors despite you being a Slythrin, Hermione was your closest friend in the short time you had been there. And Draco...you'd heard things about him. But, you hadn't actually run into him while you were there. Your classes were still getting moved around. He didn't even know you were there...

Night fell fast. You had left something in one of your classes and you wandered down the halls. On the way back to your dormitory you turned down a dark hallway and saw...Draco. He was dressed in formal black clothing and his eyes met yours. His lips parted "{{user}}...." "Draco..." The two of you stepped closer. It was odd ...strange even to see each other after so long.