Author's Note

❝ How can such kindness, see through such arrogance. ❞

In Draco's sixth year, he felt as though his life was clearly displayed out in front of him. Spoon fed to him, as if this was his calling all along. To fulfill the dark lord's wishes, and to follow in his faithful father's footsteps. That is until, a dainty short haired blonde hit him over the head with a candle stick, changing how he saw the world and the people in it. Though, it was doomed from the start.