Who I'm Not (Draco Malfoy AU)

"Who are you really, Malfoy?", I asked making sure he knew my puzzlement.

He's constantly calling everyone mud bloods. What the hell are mud bloods? His blue eyes pierced my brown ones. His blonde hair in a mess.

"You don't need to know, Amber."

"If you care about me you'll tell me!"

Malfoy pushed me back to a wall. His blue eyes turning a deep ocean blue. With his hands placed above my head.


8. Dreams

•Amber's POV•

Alls I know is I was about one or two Mum and dad were taking care of Harry. Their minds weren't set on me. A little girl playing alone in her room. I had walked over to Harry's room, to see what they were doing. A loud bang interrupted it. Mum had seen me, hiding me in the closet. I didn't know why she did it. But she did. Then, the screaming began. It was a horrid sound my little ears couldn't handle. Dad was knocked down first. Then mum. A green glow came hitting Harry. A tall man was there. He staggered back as he realized something. Then he was gone. Leaving me to run to my brother, hugging him and crying. We cried together, actually. Him, because he couldn't talk. Me? Because I was scared of what had happened. A fire was lit. In walked a tall man-Hagrid. He took Harry, only to see me as well. Hagrid picked me up as well. Putting me in the side car, and Harry in his arms. Harry had fallen asleep as soon as we took off. In amazement, I kept watching the stars pass me. We landed and he walked over to Dumbledore. Muttering something. After they had left Harry there on the step, Dumbledore, Professor Mcgonagall, and Hagrid walked over. Peering down at me. 

"Seems as if Lily and James Potter had a secret child", McGonagall whispered. 

"seems so." 

I jump up, breathing heavily. I was in my bed at Hogwarts. The sun was up, I mutter to myself as I shower and change. As I walk down, the only person there is Pansy. I roll my eyes and go to find Harry, Hermione, and Ron. But she only pulls me back. Making me turn back. Pissed off. 

"What Pansy?", I ask annoyed at her.

She just smiles at me, then looking at me dead on. 

"Draco is my boyfriend, Potter." 

I laughed at her because she really must be stupid. She only slapped me. Hard. 

"Don't laugh at me!" 

I heard feet running down the boys dormitories stairs. Malfoy was standing there. Looking at me holding my cheek. Pansy smiled then turned. Pure shock fell on her face. He came running over pulling her away. My eyes swelled up. He looked over at me, only to watch me dash out of the room. I knew Draco was on my tail, I turned left, running towards the field. God. Why did I bother to come, I passed Harry. He knew it was me, and came running after me, just like Draco did. I collapsed by a tree, crying my eyes out. Arms wrapped around me, and I knew it was Harry. My younger brother by a month. 

"What happened?" 

Just as he asked Draco had sat down by me. No one would ever think this would happen. 

"Pansy slapped me. Claiming Draco's her boyfriend." 

"I'm not, Amber." 

I don't know what possessed Harry to do this, but the last thing I heard was, 


•Malfoy's POV•

Harry looked at me before picking his sister up, and rushing her inside. Take her to Madam Pomfrey. Say we found her knocked out. We hurried to the hospital wing. Pansy knows who I'm dating. But she insists that she's my girlfriend.  As soon as we got her there, explaining our "story" we were off. I don't know where. 

"Malfoy. Stay with her." 


"Do you care about my sister?" 

I groan and walk back. Madam Pomfrey let me stay with her. I felt bad that her own brother did that. I took her hand, and she squeezed mine. 

"No! Stop! Mum! Dad!", she shouted. 

She's having a nightmare. Well, it's not night. She sat up and looked at me. The angry look was gone, she seemed relieved to see me. I smile at her, before wrapping my arms around her. She sighed and buried her head in my chest. Obviously trying to keep in the tears. I rub her back. I don't know what it is. But when we found out there was a witch in London. Father made us see who it was. She's changed my life. I don't care this much for anyone. I've become focused in school again, and not always thinking of the dastardly deed I had to do for the Dark Lord. I felt tears drip in my shirt. 

"Sh, Amber please stop crying." 

"No! I'm working for the man that killed my parents!", she said. 

She's right, and it hurts me to admit that. Because it's my fault. Her eyes start watering and she looks away. Just hoping he doesn't hurt her as well.  

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