slytherin royals [draco malfoy]

𝟎𝟎𝟏.

- psychopath murderer -

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The train chugs down it's designated path as primrose Mikaelson hurries to find a seat. Not bothering to look forward, her gaze travels from one side to the other, checking the compartments to see if there is any room left. She comes to an abrupt stop as she runs into someone.

"Watch where you're going.", the boy hisses through gritted teeth.

The mikaelson's eyes glow a deep red in anger. "Well i am sorry you were just as blind.", she hisses brushing the boy's shoulder with hers as she proceeds to walk down completely oblivious to the fact that the person she just stumbled upon was the son of the dark lord.

One compartment seems to be semi-full with one seat remaining. A bleach blonde and two brunettes occupy it.

"Mind if i sit here?", prim probes.

The brunette girl looks up in disgust. "And who are you?"

Prim looks down at her, unbothered. "Primrose but call me prim."

The blonde rolls his eyes.

"Mikealson.", prim continues with a fake smile.

The brunette guy moves over leaving room for prim to sit.

draco tries to hide his genuine surprise with an annoying sigh. "And what makes you think you can sit with us?"

"Nothing in particular. Just the fact that i won't listen to you either way."

The brunette at her side chuckles softly.

"Amused blaise?", draco sneers.

"Very.", blaise replies.

Prim  quickly noticed the amount of glares she was receiving from all the close compartments. "See something you like?", she asks a pair of boys staring at her from afar.

One of the boys narrows his eyes." aren't you one of those blood sucking monsters?"

"Sure am." Prim replies. Her eyes become bloodshot as her vampire fangs show. "Want me to demonstrate?"

The boy steps as far back as the space he's in allows him in a feeble attempt to distance himself as much from the mikaelson as possible.

"That's what i thought."

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    The great hall is buzzing with chatter as the long extending tables are slowly filled by the robed students. Despite being in year 6, prim's robe remains blank as she still does not know what her house is. She sits next to two ginger twins flashing them a quick smile before turning to face the front of the room where a line of professors are placed.

    "Settle down everyone!", a voice comes over everyone's, magnified by a microphone perched on it's stand. The voice belongs to the headmaster, dumbledore. "Aside from our first years, we have two new students joining our sixth years today. Mattheo riddle please come up to get sorted!"

    All eyes are fixed on a handsome boy as he stands from his seat, curly hair resting over his forehead, suit under his robe and lips tight in a thin line. His hands are in his pockets and prim's attention is drawn to his three scars. One on his lip, another over his nose bridge and lastly, one right under his right eyebrow. He doesn't seem too happy to be here to say the least, something prim could very much relate to.

        He sits on the stool facing the curious and somewhat startled students and the sorting hat is placed just inches away from his head before it yells loudly. "SLYTHERIN!" like an obvious answer to any question. As he stands up to head to the slytherin table, his eyes meet Prim's. He winks at her, placing a toothpick in between his teeth and sitting next to some girls that seem to be all over him.

    Dumbledore continues. "Primrose mikealson please come get sorted as well.".

    Prim rolls her eyes standing up and heading to the stool, all eyes following her as she gets closer to finding out where she belongs. As she sits on the stool, the hat hovers over her head.

    "Mmmmmm. This one's difficult. A mikealson i never thought i'd see. Klaus must be proud now that you're a SLYTHERIN!!"

    A smirk plays on her lips.

    "Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?"Dumbledore asks with a kind smile Prim finds annoying."Your father?"

    A smile appears on prim's features "psychopath."Everyone in the room is shocked.

"Family?", dumbledore tries again.

"Murderers."

"You?"

"Psychopath and murderer.", prim confirms everyone's lingering questions. "Like parent, like child I guess."she stands from the stool heading to the slytherin table. An awkward silence takes over the whole room, everyone unaware if her response was the truth or just a joke. A silence prim finds comfortable, before Dumbledore cuts it short calling up first years one by one to get sorted.

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All that is heard in the dark corridors leading to the back of the hogwarts school of wizardry is a single clock ticking to the right about to hit 11:00 p.m. curfew had passed an hour ago and all that was left wandering around the castle was prefects but the handsome riddle didn't care.

His shoes click against the glossy flooring as he exits the castle and leans against a nearby tree pulling out a cigarette and lighter. As he lights the end of the cigarette another silhouette approaches. Theodore nott.

"Why'd you call me out here?", Theodore questions once he's reached mattheo's side, annoyed about having to exit the warm common room into the chilly night.

Mattheo removes the cigarette from his lips. "We need to talk."

"It's past curfew."

"Does it look like I give two shits?"

Theodore wasn't surprised. Mattheo was not one to follow rules but the one to make them. "Not really."

" did you do what I asked?"

"Look into the whole tribrid situation?"

" are you serious right now?", mattheo's voice rises. "Of course!"

"Well then we're gonna be here a while.", Theodore replies. "Can I get a hit of that?"

Mattheo passes over the cigarette. "What did you find?"

"I decided to break into the restricted area and was able to find two books on them. Supposedly it's kinda rare and from what was said, they can't be reproduced scientifically only by the bite or offspring."

Mattheo was not happy to hear that knowing very well his father wouldn't be happy about that either. "Well that's unfortunate."

"Tell me about it."

" looks like I'll have to give her that offspring."

Theodores face turns red in seconds. "What?!"

A smile stretches across mattheo's lips. "I am just joking. Loosen up nott."