The Dark Lord's Guide to Growing Up

From the moment Stacie took the Black name, every step she took went perfectly according to plan. Until she fell for Draco Malfoy. Draco once conjured a shower of roses for her atop the Astronomy Tower and presented her with a Golden Snitch at a Quidditch match. But it wasn't romance that made her heart flutter. It was the courage of a pampered young master. Draco always stepped in front of her whenever danger arose, even when she didn't seem to need protecting. "Malfoy is just a good-for-nothing little rascal. If you want to achieve great things, you need a strong and reliable ally." "Mr. Grindelwald, isn't the biggest difference between you and me, and Voldemort, that we understand what love is? Draco is the one I love, and my love for him will never waver, even in death." [This will not be abandoned. I'll fill it in when I have time. Canon police, please step aside. I don't want you policing this story ^O^ No writing advice or criticism of any kind, please. Corrections to basic magical facts are welcome. Don't tell me it's OOC; fanfiction is obviously OOC (shrugs).] ☆ No snake-bashing or lion-bashing. The heroine is a Slytherin, and in my original setting, she is Regulus's daughter, pure-blood, and Draco's distant cousin. ☆ Writing this for love. The more comments, the better. Maybe it'll even trigger extra updates! Theme: Love can overcome all darkness.