How I Met Draco Malfoy

Even at birth my mum told me I was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen - hence the name Miranda. Now being the teen that I was I would roll my eyes and scoff. I grew up with just one older brother - Jonathan. He was only nine months older than me, and we both would've started Hogwarts together had I not been accepted to Durmstrang instead.

We had loving parents. Charlotte and Phil Manchester fell in love at the young age of twenty and had wed. Charlotte, however, was being played a fool. Phil was into illegal muggle drugs, and was a pimp. Yeah. He was a pimp. Ha, ha, right? Wrong. I was too young to realize what was really going on then, but Phil would have his women over, and clients and such. The men were sick and perverted. They would look at me with a certain glint in their eyes.

"Is she for sale?" one of them asked.

My dad gave me one look and then turned to the man, "Very expensive five hundred a night."

"I'll just have the usual then." He walked out with two women under his arms.

Eventually I got used to this, and even made friends with some of the women. I was seven when my dad lost it all to another bigger dealer. He drowned his troubles with needles and pills. My mum was still oblivious to what he did. Our money was slowly going away and Phil was desperate for a fix.

"Miranda," he called to me.

Now any eight year old would be thrilled to do an errand for their father. He sent me out to go to one of his old friends and ask for a fix. The man looked down at me and nodded. My dad found this very helpful and sent me many times to his friends for help. Little did I know, I was helping my father slowly kill him self. Our money was down to almost nothing. My mum was finally clueing in on what was happening. It was too late and my father had past on.

We were left with next to nothing. My mum still managed to somehow keep our house. My brother managed to get a job at the local baker. I only the other hand couldn't get a job, so I turned to the only thing left. I sold my body for money. It worked. We were getting more money and I was still too young to have a baby so it didn't seem a big deal to me.

My mum met a man when I was ten. His name was Angus Nott. My mum married him, and we soon moved into his mansion. My mum had our names changed so we were all Notts. Angus took us all in as his own, and introduced us to a whole new life: Death Eaters. My brother took the man and the Death Eaters instantly, as did my mum. I, on the other hand, still snuck out at night to the corners.

We were soon turning eleven and my brother and I went to different schools. I went to one where I learnt the Dark Arts and my brother went to Hogwarts. I was slowly able to get away from the men I had seen before and began living a normal life as a teen.

Angus one day has sat me down to talk about. I cried a lot, and he actually hugged me. Soon I would have to meet the rest of his 'family' - or the Death Eaters. He said I wasn't ready yet, and was soon teaching me how to be a lady. It was my final year of Durmstrang, and my brother was having his Quidditch team from Hogwarts over to practise. They of course brought their girlfriends, but one didn't seem to have one.

"Hi," I said quietly, as he sat down beside me.

He looked over at me as if he hadn't seen me before. "You're Jon's sister, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Miranda."

"I'm Draco Malfoy," he said holding out his hand.

Draco and I became fast friends and kept touch via owl post as we finished our schooling. We met over Christmas holiday at the 'family' meeting. I was wearing a cute red dress, and he was wearing a formal high-neck dress robe.

"Hey," I said sitting down beside him on the couch.

"You look good," Draco said, smiling.

"Thanks," I blushed a little.

"Angus told me about you," Draco said quietly.

I looked down at my hands. "Right. So just call me a slut and go away."

"Why would I call you a slut?" Draco asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Whore. Same thing," I shrugged, feeling the tears burn in my eyes.

"Miranda, you're not a whore or a slut or whatever stupid word you can up with," he said putting two fingers under my chin so I could see eye to eye with him. "You're an amazing person. And I love you."

Then he pressed his lips against mine. I melted completely. Oh I loved him too! I hugged him tightly and cried into his shoulder.

That's how I met Draco Malfoy. I'm twenty-one now and still madly in love with him, but we made the agreement to go slow. It's all thanks to one person. My father. Yeah, that's right. If it wasn't for Phil I wouldn't even be alive. I wouldn't have the best dad (Angus) in the world or an amazing boyfriend. I definitely wouldn't have my mum or my brother.