Pure blood slytherin.
Who does that sound like to you?
If you said Draco Malfoy, I'll slap you over the head.
I'm a pure blood slytherin too.
Even though Draco and I are the same, that doesn't mean we like each other.
In fact, I'd say he hates me more then Potter.
At least we have one thing in common.
We both hate Harry Potter.
Such a pretentious little prick.
Everything is so easy for him!
He just has to breathe and he makes the front page!
Puke!
Meanwhile I'm over here, nearly dying because I'm refusing to become a death eater.

Third pov
Y/ns life sucked.
But she didn't know she had the same life as Draco Malfoy, her worst enemy, or so everyone thought.
She'd never admit it, but when she was alone, she couldn't help but think about him.
Sometimes even subconsciously.
She'd study and think of him
She'd dance and think of him
She'd cry at night and think of him.
To be honest she thought about him a lot, but she never admitted it to herself or anyone else that she liked him.
That was until she was in a life or death situation with him.

"Y/n, tomorrow night is your crossover. You realize that right?" My moms sweet but sickeningly smooth voice rang.
"Yes, mother."
"And you aren't going to fight it correct?" My dads voice, which was quite the opposite of my moms, rattled my skull.
"Yes, father."
"There's a good girl. All we had to do was convince you a little. I knew you'd come around." My dad cheered.
I subconsciously pulled down my sleeve to cover the marks on my arms.
I silently finished dinner and went upstairs to get ready for bed.

I woke up the next morning and got dressed.
I solemnly put on my black dress and let my mom put on my accessories and makeup. After she did my hair and had me stand in front of the mirror.
This whole time not one smile tugged on my face. Not even a little smirk.
Stone faced I walked out of our manor and to the malfoys manor.
I never asked why it was Malfoy manor where I'd be turned.
I never asked anything really.
I knew it would come with punishment.
We apparated into the garden of their glum house and walked in after brushing ourselves off.
"Ah! Mr and Mrs l/n. How nice to see you." Voldemort's blood curdling voice slithered out.
"Lovely to see you too Lord Voldemort." My mother bowed.
I walked up stone faced as always and copied my mother's actions.
"I see the girl finally stopped rebelling." He laughed.
I wanted to punch his face but I kept it hidden away.
"Yes, Lord. We had to do a little bit of convincing but nothing to catastrophic." My father informed.
"I see." He replied. Voldemort stared me down. "Take her to the waiting room."
I was thrown into a cell and sat there in my black dress, now all covered in dust, starting to worry.
The gates opened not too long after and I was pulled into an open room.
I was thrown onto the ground, sitting on my knees, my dress was puffed out.
I hung my head and waited.
"Bring out the other."
Other? I thought.
My body urged me to move my head but I didn't.
A boy was shoved down next to me. He let an oof escape his lips as he was forced onto his knees.
My brain racked at who it could be.
"Don't worry Draco. It'll all be over soon."
Draco!?
"Girl! Give me your arm!" Voldemort snapped.
I raised my arm, keeping my head down and I anticipated the sting.
He pressed his wand up against my forearm and I silently cried in pain.
I let out a muffled sob.
It kept going and only got worse.
I couldn't help it.
A little cry slipped my mouth.
My body shook as the prickly feeling coursed through my veins.
"Stop it! Can't you see you're hurting her?!" Draco shouted which made me jump.
"Oh Draco, dont worry, you'll feel it too. Maybe not as bad, but you'll feel it."
Voldemort snatched the wand from inside my arm and I fell to the ground. I watched as Voldemort's pale blotchy fingers slid up Draco's smooth skin.
"Now my boy, time for your turn."
Draco clenched his eyes shut and started to cry in pain.
I continued to shake as pain still raced through my body.
Draco's was over sooner than mine.
I just remember everyone leaving us in that room to cry and shake in pain.
Draco scooted closer to me as my stiff figure still shook.
"Hey, hey can you hear me? Hey! Look at me! I need to know you're alive."
I tried to move but it made the convulsing worse.
"Hey, its okay. I just needed to know you could hear and understand me."
He was silent until he spoke again.

"So you're in it too? The whole show that is pureblood life. Forced followers of Voldemort. It's not fun. But know, I know how you feel. Maybe we should start hanging out, getting to know each other. After all, we don't have much choice. We can protect each other. Keep each other sane. Because from what I can tell, you're like me. You don't want this. Not really. But it's okay. I don't want it either. We can do this together."
I nodded and he laid down next to me. He pulled me to him and held my figure that was staring to stop shaking.
"Rest now. It'll be better tomorrow."