you were never mine ; draco malfoy

cupboard under the stairs

the letters from no one
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a/n: the first few chapters will b long bc they r mostly derived from the books

the escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned the twins their longest-ever punishment. by the time the two were allowed out of their cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had grown into an even bigger brat — if that was even possible.
while Harry was glad that school was over, Jasmine didn't share his glee — loving school and the prospect of learning something new — and the two were equally dismayed at the fact that there was no escape from Dudley's gang of buffoons, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, though none of the group rivalled Dudley's stupidity — an attribute which solidified his position as group leader. for Harry, their visits meant that Dudley's favourite sport, Harry Hunting, could take place. for Jasmine, their visits meant that she couldn't evade Piers Polkiss' stupid harassment & the other three's cheering and occasional participation.

"Jasmine," he called, lightly tugging her hair. "you're a freak, you know?"
she smacked his hand away, anger glinting in her eyes. I wish his hair would fall off. a smile graced her lips at the thought.
"i'd really like you, you know? if you weren't a freak, i would fancy you," he told her, at which Dudley's friends nodded along.
she smacked his hand away yet again, harder this time. "leave me alone, rat-boy," she wrinkled her nose at the thought of Piers having a crush on her.
she moved to leave, just as Dudley walked in the room. for whatever reason, Jasmine had noticed that the gang of buffoons would leave her alone — or at least ease off of her — whenever he, or even Harry, was around. talk about sexism, she rolled her eyes, as if she couldn't break his arm. or the weird karma around her couldn't break his arm.

she slipped out of the house and joined Harry at the nearby playground. she smiled at Ms Figg whose head popped out of her window just as Jasmine passed by. she sat on the other end of the seesaw and agreed with Harry that this year would be better than ever before. she could feel it. this year the two would be going off to secondary school; they would be attending the local high school, Stonewall High. despite lacking the stimulating intellectual environment Jasmine so desperately craved, she saw a ray of hope — finally, she wouldn't be coexisting with Dudley and his stupid, disgusting friends.

after an afternoon of wandering around the park (and the local convenience store, where the twins pondered over which treats to buy using the coins they'd fished out of the Dursley's couch over the summer. they decided on a Flake chocolate bar and two Chupa Chups), the Potters headed back to the house. Aunt Petunia treated the two to an earful of how dirty they looked after their shenanigans, after which she dropped a few pieces of garlic bread and a scoop of pasta in each of the twins' plates. the two sat and ate their meals quietly, eyes trained anywhere but the TV. they refused to be like the Dursleys. she headed into the shower, her mind plagued with thoughts of the zoo the entire time. how did the glass disappear? why did it disappear? did the snake really speak to her? unable to come to a satisfactory conclusion, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind. it was just a bad day, that's all. this was a sentiment she repeated over and over, tucked in her bed, until she fell asleep.

and then came the letters.

the next morning as Jasmine and Harry walked into the kitchen for breakfast, they were greeted by the foul stench of what they were told would be their uniform. grey like thick bits of elephant skin. Jasmine hoped the stench wouldn't last. she could not afford to be called 'stinky' as well as 'freak'. meeting her brother's gaze, she was sure he felt the same way. after pouring herself a bowl of cereal and milk, Jasmine took a seat on the coffee table.