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Willow sighed as she sat at the black lake. It was only the beginning of a new school year and she was already ready to leave. She was beyond thankful it was her last year.
It was only a week in and the name that was made for her circulated around the first years.
How unfair it was.
No one ever took the time to get to know her. Since she's a Malfoy she must be like the rest, right?
Oh how wrong they were.
She despised being a Malfoy. She didn't hold any of the same views as her parents did.
She didn't hate muggle borns, or half bloods. She didn't believe that pure bloods were superior to anyone. She didn't believe she was better than anyone else because she was in Slytherin.
If it were up to her, she would be in Ravenclaw Of Gryffindor; the houses the sorting hat was considering putting her. Out of fear, she begged it not to.
Tears pricked the sides of her eyes. She vigorously rubbed them, attempting to push them away.
Her thoughts we're interrupted by a high pitched "ahem." Willow began looking up, to see nothing but pink.
"Yes, professor?" Willow sighed.
"Skipping class I see."
"It wasn't intentional. I lost track of time." She replied.
"No matter, detention tonight. In my office at 8." Willow groaned as she walked away. Willow quickly gathered up her things as she heard class changes. Maybe she'd get lucky and she'd be smited before 8 tonight.
She unfortunately wasn't.
"Willow, nice for you to finally join us." Willow cringed as the heavy sweetness of the professors tone. "Sit next to Mr. Weasley. On your parchment will be a quill and the lines you need to write."
"Any particular amount of lines?" Willow asked.
A sinister smile crept across the professor's face.
"Just until it..... Sinks in." She said.
"There's no ink." The red head beside her pointed out.
"Oh, you won't be needing any." She said. The sinister smile remained sitting on her face.
As they began to write, Willow heard a hiss come from the boy next to her as her own hand began to sting. She turned her hand and saw the words "I shall not skip class" slowly become written across it.
She glanced up at the professor, who wore a smirk.
Sad news for her, she was used to much worse than a mere cut like this.
The Weasley boy got to leave, after am hour of writing. Willow still scribbled away. It wasn't until blood covered the desk that she was dismissed.
She sighed as she walked out of the room. She wasn't watching where she was walking and ended up walking right into something.
"I'm sorry." Willow apologized when she saw it was the boy from detention. She then looked where her hand hit him.
"Dammit, I got blood on you." He didn't say anything. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up. Sighing he pulled her over to a bench and gently pushed her to sit on it.
He then pulled a few things out of his pocket.
"This is gonna scar something awful." He finally said after he cleaned her hand.
"Just another to add to them." She shrugged. He glanced up at her face and saw no emotion.
"I must say, I'm impressed." The boy said. "You didn't even wince."
"I've lived with evil for 17 years, you can never show them weakness, no matter how bad it hurts." She told him.
"All weakness does is make the punishments worse."
He frowned as he wrapped her hand up.
"Thanks." She said quietly. She reached for his hand but stopped when he flinched.
"I get it. I'm a Malfoy." She said as she stood up. "It's a burden that comes with the name. I'm feared because my father is a powerful man. People are nice to me because they're afraid I'll hurt them if they aren't."
"It's assumed I'm a snob like my brother. I'm not though. But no one would know that, would they? They take one look and it's 'watch out, here come Malfoy.' I never had a chance to make my own name."
"Instead it's 'look it's the eldest child of Lucius Malfoy' or 'that the niece of Bellatrix LeStrange' 'I bet she's a death eater like the rest of em.'"
"No one gives me the chance to show them the real me. The me that loves muggle things. The me that has literally knocked my brother down for bullying a half blood or someone from a muggle family."
She stopped when she realized she just went on a rant to someone who probably didn't give a crap.
"Sorry." She apologized as she wiped at her face.
He remained quiet, just as he had for the majority of this. Instead he walked over and tilted her chin up, making her platinum, blond hair fall out of her face.
"Must be rough." He finally said as he gently wiped her tears that managed to break free. "But I get it. Me and my twin are always compared to the others. All our brothers have been prefects, or have gotten exceptionally good grades. Sometimes it feels like we're one person. No one tries to tell us apart, it's always Fred and George. Quite annoying honestly."
"That's silly. I can easily tell you're Fred." Willow smiled. He just looked at her waiting to explain.
"George has a slightly deeper voice and his nose points down a smidge. The tip of your nose points upward just a little. It's very subtle, but if you try hard enough, you can tell."
This caused Fred to smile widely. "Yknow Willow, you're not to bad."
"You're not to bad yourself." She laughed.
Fred smiled even bigger when he heard her laugh. It was interrupted, however when George could be heard.
"What are you doing with my brother?" He questioned, hostility made itself quite clear.
"George, calm down. We we're just talking after I wrapped her hand up." Fred reassured him. George glared at Willow until Fred cleared everything up.
"You can really tell us apart?!" George asked. It was clear that this was the only thing that he cared about. Willow nodded and told him the same thing she told Fred. This made George overly ecstatic.