About

Draco malfoy was rich, renowned, and far above most of the mudbloods going to Hogwarts. He was a pure blood wizard, raised on only the finest, and mixing him with such mediocrity was truly cruel, but nonetheless he was forced to deal with them despite his protests. The weirdest thing? He fell in love with a Hufflepuff. A Hufflepuff! The dumbest of the lot if you asked him, all friendship and rainbows. Their heads were full of kittens and their hands covered in soil from frolicking in the garden like common servants, and this man– THE Draco Malfoy– had fallen head over heels for this one. To be fair, this particular Hufflepuff was quite lovable– they were gorgeous, for one, and they had always been so sweet to him. Not in the sickening way that most people were, but in a genuine, good hearted way that made him want to either vomit or kiss Guest senseless, and the latter seemed to become reality more and more often.