This is a tale about a young woman named Amelia Malfoy, the little sister of the famous Draco Malfoy, and the heiress of the Malfoy legacy. Throughout this story she will undergo a load of character development, whilst facing the challenges of Hogwa...
It was finally Amelia Malfoy's birthday, December 1st. As of this morning the young heiress is now 13 years of age. ————————————————————— Amelia woke this morning to her cat, Callie, crawling all over her face. She abruptly arose from her bed and admired the pile of presents wrapped in dark red glimmering wrapping paper. One from her father, one from her mother, one from Lavender, and-wait a minute. None from her brother? She dismissed it as she thought that maybe he'd hand it to her in person.
She began unwrapping all the presents, and was so pleased with her new possessions. Her father had got her The Tote Bag in white. Her mother got her a fabulous baby pink slim mid length dress, which would go lovely with her pink heels that she had gotten last year. Lastly, her dear friend Lavender gifted her a self care basket that contained face masks, lip balms, bath bombs, shower steamers, and a refill on her Bubble moisturizer.
The blonde was very pleased with her gifts. After sorting everything into its place, she started to get ready for the school day. Amelia sat at her sleek white vanity and began applying tinted chapstick, mascara, blush, contour, and concealer. She decided to wear her long blonde waves in a half up half down do, since it suits her face best. She then slipped a long white sleeve turtleneck shirt on, throwing a dark red sweater over it. Black tights and a black pleated skirt fit perfectly. Lastly she slid on white knit socks, and black moccasins.
Looking in the mirror and taking a few selfies before throwing on her Gryffindor robe and grabbing her new tote bag that she's packed with books.
Leaving her dorm room and heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. Whence she arrives she sets her things down next to Lavender's and sits beside her.
"Good morning Lav!", the blonde says in a chirpy tone. "Good morning birthday girl! How's it feel to be 13?", Lavender asks. "The same as 12, surprisingly enough", Amelia says as Lavender snickers. "I love the basket by the way. You always know exactly what I want", Amelia says. "Of course! Only the best for my bestie", Lavender says smiling. "I'll be right back, gotta go ask Dray something", the blonde says. Lavender nods and turns back to the table as Amelia waltzes to the other side of the Grand Hall.
Walking up behind Draco and tapping his shoulder. Draco doesn't notice her existence until his friend Blaise announces, "Malfoy. The birthday girl's here". Draco turns around and looks up at her, which is uncommon since Amelia is so short, but he's sitting which confusingly enough makes Amelia feel powerful.
Draco's facial expression turns to one of guilt before he starts to say something, but is immediately cut off by Amelia. "You forgot. Didn't you..?". Draco sighs, "Listen, I'm sorry. I've just been so busy lately that I completely forgot that December was coming up. The next thing I know, it's here-". "What was so much more important than me?! Please, do tell.", the blonde remarked. Draco sighs and looks down guilty,"I've been really preoccupied with Pansy-and I know that she doesn't mean more than you, so don't say that. I've just been very occupied with giving her attention-". "Pansy Parkinson is more important than me? Your own sister. Wow.. I know that's not what you meant to say, but it definitely comes across that way", Amelia says, raising her voice slightly. ————————————————————— Pansy Parkinson has always been one of Draco's crushes, which only made Amelia Malfoy hate her more. She already hated her because she made fun of her when they were young. All because the young Malfoy enjoyed playing with the boys more than all the girls her age. ————————————————————— "Just-don't.. it's not worth the fight", Amelia says as she composes her cold unreadable front. Draco sighed and turned back to his friends and continued to gossip about whatever (probably Potter).
Then the least expected thing happened. The young Malfoy and Theodore Nott made eye contact, and surprisingly, he broke it away. Biting her tongue, she turned and walked right out of the Grand Hall with her head held high, even if it wanted to drop. ————————————————————— Amelia's outfit
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————————————————————— Hiii guys! This chapter took awhile to make, but for some reason it seems short to me-idk. I might not post the next chapter until Tuesday or Wednesday just to lyk. Lots of love 🤍🤍
