enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: Gilderoy Lockhart

Felicity's POV

"Felicity!" Gram yelled, "Hurry up!" I pulled my dress down a little and tied my sneakersbefore hurrying downstairs. The Hogwarts letters for book this year had come in, and, apparently, there's no time like the present, because Gran insisted on leaving right now. "Coming!" I shouted my reply.

I skipped down the stairs and stood by the fireplace next to Neville and Gran. "About time," Neville mumbled. I rolled my eyes. He's been so moody lately. It's kind of irritating. "Let's do this," I said eagerly, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder. Without hesitating, I stepped into the fireplace and threw the powder down, clearly yelling, "Diagon Alley!"

I was engulfed in the emerald flames and felt a moment of heat before I appeared in front of Flourish and Blotts, conveniently standing next to a startled Ron Weasley. "Ron!" I said cheerfully, wrapping him up in a hug, "It's been so long!" He rolled his eyes, but laughed.

Neville came next, then Percy popped up, then Gran, then the twins, then Ginny, and finally, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I looked around, confused. "Where's Harry?" I asked him. Ron shrugged. "It was his first time using Floo Powder and he mispronounced 'Diagon Alley'. He'll show up somewhere sometime, don't worry. Dad's looking for him," he replied, turning to head into Flourish and Blotts.

"I'm going to hang out with the Weasley's, if that's okay, Gran. I'll meet you here in an hour?" I proposed, smiling sweetly. "Fine," Gran huffed after a few moments, "You have one hour." I mentally cheered and hugged Gran before following Ron inside.

My brow furrowed at the sight of the crowded store. "What's going-" "Felicity!" I yelped as I was tackled by a certain frizzy-haired friend of mine. "Hermione!" I yelled back cheerfully. She giggled and I looked around again.

"Do you know why it's so crowded in here?" I asked curiously. She looked shocked. "Why, Gilderoy Lockhart is here!" she answered excitedly. "Gilderoy-who now?" I said, puzzled. Ron scoffed behind me. "Gilderoy Lockhart. He's a cocky show-off, and irritating as hell," he replied bitterly. I raised an eyebrow. Is somebody jealous?

"How have you not heard of him?" Mione gasped, ignoring Ron completely. I shrugged. "I dunno. I'm not into books called Magical Me," I said, wrinkling my nose in distaste as I plucked the book from Hermione's grasp. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said, "I'm going to go look for Harry." Ron and I nodded absentmindedly and stood in line next to the rest of the Weasley's.

A shrill, "Harry!" interrupted mine and Ron's conversation about rubber ducks. As he neared, Mrs. Weasley began speaking. "Oh, Harry, thank goodness! We'd hoped you'd not strayed too far," she said as she brushed minuscule dust particles off his shirt.

"And here we present... Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!" someone in the back of the store announced. A man with golden hair and brown eyes came out, smiling cheerfully, and wearing the ugliest colored robes I'd seen in my entire life. I shuddered. He wouldn't be too bad looking, if not for the clothes.

Mrs. Weasley fluffed up her hair and vigorously applauded. "Mum fancies him," Ron whispered to me and Harry. Hermione was too busy clapping for him, along with 99% of the female population in this room. Mrs. Weasley turned around and swatted Ron's arm before turning back to face the man.

A photographer for the Daily Prophet began pushing his way through the crowd, muttering apologies here and there. He snapped a picture of a Lockhart before Lockhart's eyes zoned in on someone behind me.

"I don't believe it," he said slowly, his voice awestruck, "It can't be... Harry Potter... Harry Potter is buying my book!" The photographer grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the stage, next to Lockhart.