My name is, obviously, Rebecca Choong. I live in Malaysia, a country in South East Asia that I doubt many of you know about. I'm thirteen years old this year. And, yeah, I like to write fanfiction.
I looked through a window and saw a man. He had silver blonde hair, like a Veela and matching grey eyes. It is only by his trademark hair I recognized him. In his disheveled state, I doubt anyone but I would realize it was Draco Malfoy. The hollow look in his eyes had made him look entirely different from what he used to.
Summary: Hermione muses as she serves a detention she earned entirely because of Ron Weasley.