I Can Only Imagine (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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I woke up early that morning to a screeching sound. I smiled to myself. I was finally able to go to Hogwarts. Well, I guess you would say that I am the right age. I am eleven. Going into Year 1 of school.

"(Y/N)! Come down. I am tired of hearing the owl screech!" My grandmother yelled.

"Yeah! I agree, too," Marcus said. Marcus was already in Year 4 of his school years. Lucky I would say, except that he is an ugly brute.

"Oh, just shut up, Flint!" I screeched. I got out of bed and threw on a robe. I slowly made my way downstairs. There was a black owl at the window. They don't even have the decency to open the window. 

I opened the window and the owl dropped the letter and disappeared. The letter read: 

Dear Miss  (Y/N) Flint,

We are glad to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts  School of  Witchcraft and Wizardry. Find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Terms begin on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

That is all I read because I know what to get because of Marcus. We have to go to Platform 9 3/4 to get to the train. It was actually quite annoying though. When we get there Marcus is always getting fangirls. 

I did get some looks myself from guys, but Marcus is another story. He has very big teeth and is very ugly in general, but me on the other hand.

I had platinum blond hair on one side of my head and the other color is jet black. I was born that way. I had icy gray eyes which made me pull off a beautiful look. I have olive-tone skin.

"GRANDMOTHER!" I screeched. She hates it when I scream.

"(Y/N) FLINT! I swear if you yell one more time," Grandmother seethed. 

"We need to go to Diagon Alley for me," I said with a proud look on my face. 

"Marcus, (Y/N), let's go already," Grandmother grinned. And with that, we were off to Diagon Alley after we got ready.

When we got there people kept staring at me. I guess because they have never seen me. There were kids my age there. I saw a guy with platinum blond hair just like one half of my head.

He was staring at me like he just lost something. His eyes were grayish-blue and were thoughtful. A kid shorter and thinner ran into him and he turned and snapped at him. Hm. He is definitely Slytherin material. 

I looked to see a group of red hair people go into a run-down shop. Hmmm. Weasels. I hate those people. Blood traitors. 

"Mija, you're going to have to get new robes and a dress for the train tomorrow. Stop staring at the Weasels. They are bad news," My mother said. Mother was from Puerto Rico. She is not Marcus's mommy. He and I only share the same dad.

"Yes, mama." We went to the most expensive tailor in the Alley. I tried on white dresses, but mama said that I look too pure in them so we went with black. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a proud Puerto Rican. Smiling to myself I took the dress off and put my casual wear back on and left the shop. 

I accidentally ran into the platinum blond hair dude. 

"Watch where you are going!" He yelled and then turned around. "I swear peo-" He then turned pale. As if he already wasn't.

"Sorry. If you would have walked faster then I wouldn't have run into you, perro," I said smiling. He looked beautiful up close. I heard mama and grandmother laugh and turned to see Marcus was on the ground laughing also.

I turned to see the guy staring at me. "Are you tongue-tied?" I asked innocently.

"Do you know who I am!" He yelled suddenly. I smiled. Mission accomplished.

"Do you know who I am?" I shot back.

"I am Draco Malfoy. Part of the biggest pureblood families. And you are calling me a perro," He said perro like he didn't know what it means. 

Wow, he's a Malfoy. 

"I am (Y/N) Flint. I come from an ancient line of pureblood families from both Great Britain and Puerto Rico. Perro means dog by the way," I said my eyes blazing with anger. He thinks he can talk to me like that. 

He looked at me with wide eyes and then saw Marcus on the ground. 

"She told you Malfoy!" Marcus said still laughing. 

"You don't look Puerto Rican, Flint. That means you are still a nothing," Malfoy said to Marcus. "And you're an ugly brute."

Malfoy turned and stormed off and Mama and Grandmother burst out laughing again.

"Mija, in this place of witches and wizards, the Malfoys are one of the closes things to royalty here. I know we come before them but they hold their heads high while we just laugh. Remember what I say. Sin bien en la vida no hay nada," Mama said. Without good in life there is nothing.

"Si, Mama."