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                                                                 Cardigan

                                                             Taylor Swift

                     To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed

                       you draw stars around my scar, and now I'm bleeding

                                                                      ♦♦♦

I found out things I wish I never. I learnt people loved me, some didn't. Some dead, some alive. I learnt things I could never forgive nor forget.

"That's Draco Malfoy," Hermione referred to the tall, pale, Slytherin boy with platinum hair on the other side of the hall, a small group of students trailing behind him.

"Better stay away from him, he's not exactly...nice." She looked down at her book, as if she didn't mind him at all. Harry, Ron and Ginny were just observing us, as Granger gave the guide to surviving in Hogwarts.

"He doesn't seem like much of a threat," I said, glancing at him. "He's just full of himself."

"Don't be fooled, Evy. Not just him, his family, his friends, the whole lot of them," Ron chimed in, his voice low but earnest. He leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret.

Ginny nodded in agreement. "They're trouble, the Malfoys. Always have been, always will be. Pure-blood supremacy and all that rubbish."

Harry remained silent, his green eyes fixed on Draco.

"He's always up to no good, isn't he?" I turned around to see what he was up to, he came into our conversation once he came into the Great Hall, and it was very obvious, they didn't like Malfoy.

Malfoy looked up from his paper, his icy, cold glare right at me, Hermione looked over her shoulder at Draco and then followed his gaze to mine. I quickly averted my gaze, back to the Gryffindor's table.

"He's always watching, that one," Hermione muttered, "You know him?"

"I wish," I scoffed, "then I could give him a piece of my mind," I lied.

I knew Malfoy, but not as this dramatic, evil, rich, high school bully, I knew him as the guy who helped me get over my father's death.

My father was a pure blood wizard, and married my mother, who was a muggle born, making me a half blood, just like Potter. My mother died in an accident when I was very young, and my dad took care of me until I got my letter to Hogwarts at 11, and I've studied at Hogwarts until the end second year when my dad feel ill, and he wanted me to there with him, so I did. He remarried a muggle a few months before I went to Hogwarts, and had twin boys, my half brothers. My step-mother, was a sweet woman, but she wasn't really the greatest mother in the world to me, and I felt like my father was trying to replace my mother and I didn't really appreciate it.

I loved my dad, I just didn't like him, and as soon as I stepped on his doorstep back from school he knew, I wasn't the same person I was before I left, and for whatever reason he called me he didn't tell me.

But his death affected me in ways I have never imagined. I lost the very person who I could share everything with, my step mother doesn't know how it is to be a half blood witch in a boarding school in Scotland being run by people who are called freaks, or how it is when snatchers chase you for money or how it is to lose a mother. And my baby brothers are just toddlers, the only thing they know is to shove every dirty thing into their mouth to get their mother's attention.

Not to mention, I have to be the one to tell my step mother that her deceased husband was a wizard, and that her children are magical, and need to attend the same creepy boarding school I've attended for seven years, like she's going to be delighted to hear that.

To top it off, after watching my dad die, having two perfectly crazy toddlers running around the house like little maniacs, making their toys float after me, I had to cover for them saying that it was just a trick of the light, I was exhausted, emotionally drained, and utterly lost with magic. I missed a whole years worth of reading, learning and potion making. And when I was purchasing my books for the fourth year, I decided it wouldn't hurt for me to read the textbooks before the professors explain it, and I bumped into Draco in the potions' shop. I had literally no clue what I was doing, putting random things into my basket.

And however I ended up going into the restricted area, and got Veritaserum, which is a powerful truth serum, and it can't be purchased without a permit, and if I had tried to do so I would have gotten in so much trouble.

He pulled me back, "What are you doing?" He whispered, as he leaned in.

"Buying school supplies, who the hell are you?" I pushed him back a bit, the distance between us was way too small

"You're gonna get into trouble with this," His hand pulled out the bottle of Veritaserum.

"I don't even know what it is," I muttered. "I need it for school,"

"Which year?" He looked into my eyes, the same cold, hard glare.

"Fourth,"

"You need Veritamend," He pulled back, ran his hands through the shelves, and came back with another potion, "not Veritaserum." He handed the bottle to me.

"Thanks," I muttered looking at the potion. "You are?"

"Draco," He stroked his black suit, "My name is Draco, "

"Draco," I repeated, as I met his gaze. "I'm Evelyn," I shook his hand.

"I've never seen you around before," He leaned on the counter, as I bought the potions, Draco's keen gaze followed my every movement I pulled out my purse full of gold coins, which I got from my dad's vault.

"I'm... new here, sort of..."

"New to Diagon Alley, or new to the wizarding world?" Draco arched an eyebrow.

"Diagon Alley, the last time, my dad was here with me.." I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper, as I placed the potions carefully, in my bag.

"Where's he now?"

"Dead."

He followed me out the shop, "You must have been close with him." He stood in front, blocking my way, it wasn't like I was going to leave him hanging.

"Before he was dead, yes, we were." I said, I was quite mad he brought the topic into our conversation.

"Sorry." He muttered and moved out of the way, clearly, he's never given an apology before.

We stood in awkward silence for a moment, in the middle of the street, the energy of Diagon Alley around us.

"It's not like you were trying to pry," after a moment, I broke the silence, I felt bad for snapping on him, even though

"So... do you need any help finding your way around?" he offered, his tone tentative but genuine.

"I probably need all the help I can get, but I know my way around here,"

He didn't answer back, we just walked together, I didn't know where we were going, I was just trying to keep up with Draco.

"I...haven't seen you at Hogwarts," He broke the silence for one.

"I've been home for a year, missed a whole years worth of studying," I cursed my bad fate.

"Home schooling?"

"No, helping my step mother, dealing with my dad's death...a lot."

He scoffed, "No wonder you're so bad at finding potions,"

I gave him an 'excuse you' look at him, how does he think he is?

"I-I meant that, you got Veritaserum instead of Veritamend, never thought I would find that potion in a shop this year,"

I turned to him, "What do you mean?"

"Veritaserum is the truth serum, and you can't buy it without a permit from the ministry, nor find it in any store unless you were instructed to,"

"Shit" Escaped my lips.

"Veritamend is a potion for memory enhancement,"

Damn, did I really find a restricted, dark potion wandering the aisles of a potions shop? I really need to be more careful around here.

"Whoa, I should be more careful," I muttered out.

"I can help," Draco said. I gave him a skeptical look, "You wouldn't have been in this situation, if you knew,"

Fair enough, I thought. Obviously, I should have questioned him, on how he knew all this about dark, forbidden magic, but if I did, I wouldn't be telling this story, would I?