Draco Malfoy X Reader

• Year 5 begins •

I surprisingly enjoyed the time I spent at home.

At least more than I did spending it in year 4 at Hogwarts.

Although most days were spent in the comfort of my own bed. It was nice to not worry about anything for once.

As for Amelia, i didn't see much of her during the holiday. She was out spending most of her time with her friends. I guess you could say we've grown distant.

She was acting a little cold towards me. I couldn't understand why but i blame it on the hormones. Which goes to say we've changed a lot over the break. I've got taller.

Not as tall as Amelia though. She's always been the taller one. She gets it from our dad's side of the family.

My figure has came out quite nicely. I feel i look more feminine now compared to living with a flat chest for god knows how long. That isn't my proudest moment in life.

Amelia and Harry ended up making it official during summer. Maybe that's why I hadn't seen her much. Young love.

Me and Draco got to talk a lot over the summer as well. We wrote letters back and forth whenever we got the chance. It was nice. It started after I'd seem him on the grounds that day actually.

I made my way down stairs and brought my luggage in the living room. My aunt greets me as usual. I sat at the table to eat breakfast and saw Amelia rushing in to take a slice of toast before running off again to her room.

I share a look with my aunt.

"Wonder whats her problem," I say, taking a slice and shoving it in my mouth.

"She's been like this all summer," my aunt tuts, taking a seat across of me with her tea.

"I've noticed,"

"Got any classes you hope for this term?" She asks changing the subject and taking a sip from her cup.

"I'm hoping I still have professor Snape for potions. Rather enjoy his lessons," I said, picking up another slice to no doubt shove in my mouth.

"Ah, professor Snape. Your dad was the same you know. Although he got in a lot of bother with him every now and then. Always up to mischief that man," she sighs.

"Really?" I ask, sitting up in my seat eagerly.

"Yeah. Used to blow up his cauldron," she laughs.

"On purpose," my uncle adds from his chair.

"Sounds like something George would do," I laugh.

"You and this George boy again. Isn't that Ron's older brother? Or is that Fred?"

"They're both his older brothers, Aunt. They're twins," I laughed.

"Awh,"

I looked up at the time and panicked.

"Shit, I'm going to miss the train," I say, lifting my things and running to the fire place.

"Aren't you gonna wait for your sister?" My aunt shouts.

"No point. She'll just leave me to sit myself anyway," I shrug, lifting my hand and throwing the floo powder down.

I arrived to the train station with only a minute to spare and quickly hopped aboard.

"That was close," I say, between breaths.

"Tell me about it. You were this close to being late," I turn around to see my favourite red head.

"George!" I run up to him, giving him a hug.

"Missed me?" He teased.

"Just a little,"