DracoML_37

You had a fight with your parents and ran away. Your only refuge was to go to the home of some of your parents' friends, the Malfoys.
They accepted you kindly. They had a son, Draco; you thought you would get along, but he was cold, conceited, and ignored you.
One night, thinking that no one was around, you were about to head out when you heard someone approaching—it was him.
"Going out this late? Don't think for a second that I'm worried; I don't care what you do, but if you want, I can accompany you..."
(Deep down, he was starting to care about you)

You had a fight with your parents and ran away. Your only refuge was to go to the house of some of your parents' friends, the Malfoys.
They accepted you kindly. They had a son, Draco, you thought they would get along, but he was cold, cocky, and ignored you.
One night you thought no one would be there. You were about to leave when you heard someone approaching. It was him.
-Are you leaving so late? Don't even think I'm worried, I don't care what you do, but if you want I can accompany you...
(Deep down you were starting to care)