The Serpent Princess (Draco Malfoy)

ONE- THE RETURN

"Katerina! Hurry up, you are going to be late...again"

"Coming father!" I called as I waved my wand around my dreadfully messy bedroom, with the flick of my wand all clothes and shoes returned to their rightful place, my bed started neatly tucking the blankets beneath the pillows and my chandelier mended itself (we don't need to dwell on why it was broken, I get angry it's really no big deal). Pleased by the now perfect state of my room, I closed the door behind me and made my way down the gigantic, stone staircase. The further down I got, the more my stressed out father came into my sight- "father, I do not know why you are so stressed out I will not be late and even if I am it really isn't the end of the world" I stated matter of factly, maybe the wrong move as he then stopped in his tracks and looked up at me. "Sorry, not sure what came over me then" I mumbled, only to be cut off "yes well, poor Draco has spent the past 6 bloody years waiting for you so maybe for once you could do something correctly". Lovely way with words my father has, doesn't he? I guess you could say my upbringing was...unusual to say the least. 

My name is Katerina Validus, Validus meaning 'powerful' in Latin, no pressure. Believe it or not by the way I am treated like a child, I have just turned 18 which means, well, nothing really because until I am 20 and graduate. I still have to go back to Hogwarts every year. It's not that I don't like Hogwarts exactly, it's just that I feel as though I have grown out of it at this point. I come from a family of pure bloods you see, I have been learning spells since I could utter my first words; I feel as though my magic ability has the chance to be explored- how do I say this- in much greater depths than what Hogwarts can offer me. But yet, here I stand in front of the Hogwarts express for the sixth time. 

Looking at this train gives me such nostalgic memories from my first year: I could never forget the feeling of boarding for the first time, me and Draco waving goodbye to our parents, butterflies in our stomachs, the glimmer in our eyes, ordering everything and anything we possibly could from the sweet trolley and then feeling horrendously ill by the time we arrived. Holding hands all the way up to the great hall, terrified that I was going to be placed in the wrong house and by the wrong house I mean anything other than Slytherin, after all, there has never been ONE witch or wizard in my family that wasn't sorted into Slytherin, it was more than, and still is, more than a house to me and my family. The overwhelming feeling of excitement always comes back to me whenever I think about the moment that the sorted hat shouted 'Slytherin' and Draco, who had already been sorted jumped up from his table yelling 'yes'. I'd give anything to go back to that time. Draco and I were brought up together, our parents being best friends, naturally it was always meant to be that we eventually got together whether we liked it or not, luckily we fell in love. I can't say it's always been rainbows and daisy's, but we'll get into that more later. 

I was taken out of my daze when I felt a hand press my shoulder, all I needed to see in the corner of my eye was a flash of blonde and I knew exactly who was next to me, "And there was my father telling me that I was going to be late" I stated, rolling my eyes and looking next to me. I couldn't keep the straight face for long though, as soon as I looked up at him I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him into a hug "Sorry Kat, we got back a lot later than I had expected last night" he groaned tiredly into my neck. I pulled away and pecked him on the lips, "All is forgiven, I suppose" I joked, smoothing the collar of his black suit. Draco opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by a loud, obnoxious voice "Well, well, well, if it isn't the slytherin prince and princess here to cause another year of havoc" Draco and I both turned, coming face to face with none other than Blaise Zabini, as annoying as he may be I would be lying if I said he wasn't one of my bestest friends, he's saved me and Draco from a lot of shit over the years from various professors, it's safe to say that we as a couple don't have the best track record when it comes to our behaviour. "Zabini, how have you been?" Draco laughed, pulling Blaise in for a weird 'bro hug'. 

"Validus!" I heard a screech from behind me, immediately recognising the voice I whipped my body around as quickly as I could and came face to face with my best friend, her name is Pansy, Pansy Parkinson. We weren't always best friends, in fact we bloody well hated each other in our first year; to put it bluntly, she fancied Draco and that did NOT sit well with me at all. It was a year full of me making her life a living hell until she gave up, okay maybe I'm being slightly over dramatic when I say I made her life a living hell, I just turned her hair different colours and swiped seats away when she'd try to sit on them, you know- simple stuff. In our second year, Pansy confided in me with some family issues that she was going through at the time (plus her various crushes on Slytherin boys from older years) and we settled our differences. We have been close ever since, she's like my sister. "Parkinson!" I exclaimed running up to her and embracing her in a tight hug "your hair looks so good!" I complimented, it's true, I've been telling her to grow her hair out for years, she was starting to look like a mini Snape and trust me, nobody wants or needs that. "Thank you, I started using the hair thickening charm once a week" She said loudly, clearing very impressed by herself, I chuckled "lovely". She went over and said hello to Draco and Blaise as I looked back up at the train being clouded by thought once again. Nothing will be the same this year, I miss being excited by magic, you know? Truly excited, excited to learn new charms and spells, excited to learn to fly for the first time. I guess I just need to let go of my childhood memories, after all I am not a child anymore. I was taken out of my daze due to being pushed towards the train "come on Kat it's about to leave" I heard Draco say in a rushed manor. I took a deep sigh and muttered to myself, 

"here we go again"

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A/N-

I'm so excited to write this story I can't even lie lmao, it's good to be able to escape from reality, anyway, thanks for reading if you did! Please remember to vote and comment if you like it! Or if theres any grammar mistakes etc. Thank you:)