The Adults Are Talking (dracomalfoyxreader)

Chapter 4

  "It's not lying. It's adding to your story." Dahlia said.

Your sister sat behind you, picking the flowers out of your hair. There was a small basket next to you both, she placed each flower in there with grace. Your hair was done into two fancy braids since it was after a big event. An event you were too young to remember the gist of. All you knew was that it was a big deal for you, your sister, and your parents. Now the celebration was over. Typically after parties that your family hosts, everyone goes straight to sleep from exhaustion. So when your sister took you up to her room, offered to take the flowers out of your hair, and have a ' conversation', you knew something was up.

" You know Rita Skeeter?" When you shook your head no, your sister clarified," She writes for the Daily Prophet."

" The who?"

" The paper, Merlin Y/N you're 10, not 2. You should know this by now. Anyways, she always adds to her story. That's what makes them so interesting to read." Dahlia stated, pulling another flower from being intertwined with your braid.

You sighed," I still don't understand where you're getting at."

" That's cause I haven't gotten there yet, silly. So, I need to go somewhere tonight... well, right now. But, you're at the age where you like to talk a lot. So I need you to spice up the story a bit when Mom and Dad ask where I've gone."

" Where are you going?" You asked suspiciously, turning your head to look at her.

She had a faraway look in her eyes like she was daydreaming about something. " Somewhere. It doesn't matter. Just tell them I went to stay over at my friend's place. Then, I promise you, I'll buy you all the candy you could eat."

" No! I'm not doing it unless you tell me where you're going." You said defiantly. Hesitantly, your sister pulled the next flower out of your hair. It was silent for a moment. You turned to look at her, and she couldn't meet your eyes again. Worry filled your heart, replacing the curiosity that was there before. If you knew anything about Dahlia, is that she's impulsively gullible. Easy to be led off into the wrong place. Only she got that trait, from your mother.

" The boy I like.." Dahlia started. She spoke cautiously, choosing her words lightly. After all, she's 17 and you were only 10. It'd be alarming to say the wrong thing. " He's taking me somewhere. He told me to meet him at this place and I want to go. You don't have to worry, I'm on top of all my classes, and I'll carry my wand with me. Besides, he's really powerful. Like, really powerful. "

You scrunched your face up, cutting her off from her sentence," Ugh, boys?! I should've never asked. Fine, I'll lie, just don't tell me that ever again!"

Your sister laughed, tilting her head forward to cover her face. She plucked the last flower out ... it was a Dandelion.

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You had woken up ages ago. You found out that the earlier you went to sleep, the earlier you woke up. It made sense, but you had hoped going to sleep early meant gaining more sleep. You sat in your bed, waving your wand with a swift motion. " Orchideous!" You whispered, and a bouquet of roses grew from the tip of your wand, a green light emitting as it burst. A small smile crossed your lips. Flowers meant the world to you, only because you were raised to learn about them. Herbology was always a subject in your house. Hobbies like tending to flowers kept memories away. You made the bouquet disappear, then turned the light of your wand on. The Greengrass sisters were sound asleep. Breakfast in the Great Hall would start soon, however, Astoria was prone to getting places fashionably late. So, you got up and headed to the bathroom to get yourself ready. You were quick to shower and get dressed, fixing your skirt so it wasn't so long, and putting on your robes over it. You wore a silver necklace with your initial on it, your sister had bought it for you ages ago. It was timeless, protected by a charm that made it look sparkly and darling each time. As you put your earrings in, you hummed to a small song in your head. You knew why you were so eager to go; whenever you had a crush you'd always be giddy to get dressed and put the most effort into being seen by that crush. Astoria tried to knock you out of that habit, but it still breathed inside you. Fixing your hair, you put some chapstick on your lips and left. There were Slytherins already up in the common room, a group leaving by the second. You couldn't spot Draco or Blaise, not even his little goons. Pansys immediately came running up to you, and you felt slightly guilty that a boy was what you had first looked for.