❝Jinxed by a Crazy Love ❞ || HP (EDITING)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Chapter 1 : The Ruined Meet-Cute

I WAS GLAD, another hell of a year in Ilvermony was done. I can finally sit at home and enjoy life. My dad, Lucius Malfoy enrolled me in that freaking wizarding-school because I didn't get my Hogwarts acceptance letter when I was eleven. I was a disgrace to the well-reputed Malfoy Family since my birth. That must be a mistake! A Malfoy who didn't get into Hogwarts?! How ironic, Aunt Bella would always say.

Eleven year old me, had gone to Ilvermony and suffered three whole years in that strict institution of wizards and witches. Fatefully, I never had friends. Thankfully, I'm glad the holidays have arrived. I can finally play or watch movies with Draco. 

I'm Y/n Nova Malfoy, the thirteen year old who didn't get into Hogwarts.

I'm still waiting for my Hogwarts letter, you know?

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I was walking behind my Dad and my brother. It was really exhausting to walk all the way there because I wasn't used to it. It was like climbing a mountain, obviously. I didn't really like sports and games. I was a girl who never wanted to waste time getting injured. I was still feeling idiotic for coming up for the Quidditch World cup, even though I don't know a single rule of it. In Ilvermony, I wasn't included in any activities as such.

"Dad, is it really true?, Mr.Fudge invited us?", My brother, none other than Draco Malfoy, asked again for the thousandth time, making me and my father get more annoyed.

 "Yes", My dad replied sternly for the thousandth time too. I guess I will get even more annoyed if they keep doing this often. I should probably shut his mouth with a weird Bertie Bott's beans.

"Blimey Dad!, how far up are we?", I heard a voice, probably coming from the top of my head. I guessed it was an intruder, but I skipped the thought away because I rarely come outside. I'm considered some over-protected princess in my family, but nevermind.

I looked at one, two, three,.... Eight red heads - The Weasleys as far as I know, one bushy-hair and  one raven-hair... Wait, I've seen him somewhere... Is he famous?....I know Him...  Wait... what was he called again? Parry Hotter, perhaps?

"Well, put it this way", my dad said. " If it rains, you'll be the first one to know", He was adding fuel to the already burning fire, rivalry between him and the Weasley family.

All ten of them stared at us like we were stray cats. More like, imported royal cats from abroad.

Yeah! I found his name! Harry Potter right!... Sorry for calling him Parry Hotter, never gonna lie, but that sounds better doesn't it?

"Father and I are in the minister's box", Draco said. "By the personal invitation of Cornelius Fudge himself!", This kind of boasting always had a smirk on his face.

 "What about me?... did you forget I was standing beside you?", I looked at him with disbelief. I partially noticed my Dad jabbed him with his snake-stick, it was called that I guess. 

I turned my head away from my brother with a grumpy look like a disowned teddy bear. Shit, Potter is looking straight-at-me, I can sense it!. Do I look cute?... Of course, I do. No I don't.

"Ouch--sorry little Y/n", Draco said, his boastful-smirk now faded into a frown, his piercing grey eyes looking at me and his hand rubbing his shoulder. I'm not little, Dray.

Draco turned himself to follow dad, I looked up again. Harry has green eyes?... That-is-really-looking-goooooood. His eyes suits his... well messy unkempt hair.