Mine Only Mine (Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

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(Friendly Reminder: Picture above has nothing to do with the story)

I smiled as I entered the Hogwarts train. I wore my Blue RavenClaw uniform with my wand hidden in my skirt pocket.

I looked around trying to find a compartment seat. I looked through the compartment windows, only to see that they were all full.

Letting out a small sign, I stopped across a compartment that held only three people. Two boys and one girl. One of the boys had ginger hair (He was sleeping), and the other had jet black hair (Who was looking out the window) with a scar on his forehead. The girl had wavy light brunette hair and a thin gorgeous face.

Both boys sat on the same side of the compartment's seat and the girl sat across them reading a large book. I pursed my lips before opening the door and stepping in.

The 2 boys and girl left alone what they were doing and turned their heads to face me. The girl lifted an eyebrow confused before letting Y/N speak.

"Hello, My name is Y/N Pherlin Dumbledore, But I'd prefer if you'd call me Y/N Pherlin. If I could please sit here, there are not a lot of seats left on the train..."

The ginger boy made an "O" face before looking at the other boy and the girl. The girl pressed her lips into a thin line and then the ginger boy said;

"You have no accent....are you from America?...and your last name...Dumbledore included-"

"-Excuse my friend here, how very rude of us, it is to ask that before introducing ourselves. I'm Hermione Granger, and that right there, is Ronald Weasley more referred to as Ron and that right there is Harry Potter. You've probably already heard about the potter's before but I'm just saying."

Hermione said in her smooth-pitched British accent. I smiled sweetly at the three of them and Hermione signaled me to sit. I sat next to Miss Granger and then proceeded to answer the questions Ron had spilled out.

"I am from America...My dad is a British Pure-blood, while my mom is an American muggle living in New York, originally used to live in America 5 years ago. My dad...is related to Dumbledore...He is my dad's grandfather, making Dumbledore my great grandfather...I don't know why I have his last name, but I guess that was up to my parents.."

"Which Wizarding School did you used to go to?" Potter said sitting up from his seat. "Oh um...I was homeschooled by my father...but I used to go to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...my dad couldn't keep my mom in the wizarding world for...specific reasons.." I explained softly.

Harry nodded before slouching back to his seat and looking out the window. Ron went back to sleep and Hermione turned her face towards me.

"Sorry for my ignorant friends. Would you like me to introduce to you some people once we get to Hogwarts? Some are trustworthy, some aren't. Trust me on this. I've been attending Hogwarts for already 5 years and a half. I already know what's good and what's not."

I nodded at her statement and she smiled. "Finally. A friend who's a girl! Can you imagine how much I had to bear up, because of these two? Like seriously!" Hermione comfortably spoke out.

I chucked saying, "I can understand you...Boys are the worst...especially over at the muggle world"

"Merlin!! I'm glad we understand each other!"

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After what seemed forever the train finally stopped and everyone got off, with their carriages and suitcases. It was already around 5 pm and the students were heading towards the dining hall.