Famous And A Witch. {Draco Malfoy}

Chapter Three; Platform 9/34, what the donkey balls?

Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Three; Platform 9 ¾ , what the donkey balls?

It’s been a week since I met the famous Harry Potter and the loveable Weasley twins, who have been sending me owls each day telling me about all the wonders of Hogwarts. I must say even through I’ve only met the twins once we’re already fast becoming best friends. Oh and it’s been a week since I’ve met what’s his face, blonde grey eyes really really fit. What was his name? Oh yeah, Dragon Malfoy. No my bad, Draco Malfoy. I was close Dragon and Draco.

Today was the day I was off to Hogwarts, my doom, hell I could go on and on but I couldn’t as I had a bag to pack. Mum stated that I should take a ‘trunk’ but the trunk she got me was god awful so I brought a never ending back from diagon alley yesterday.

I was packing my bedroom up for items to take with me, I should have really packed last night but I didn’t have any time as I was owling the twins. I was trying to jam my stupidly large collection of books in the bag when I heard someone enter my home through floo. Well my ‘hear’ I mean someone falling over in the living swearing an awful lot so I take that as the sound of ‘floo’ travel.

I look outside my bedroom door to see it’s my bother who I was walking from my flat to kings cross to, you see I live about ten minutes away from kings cross by tube. Al sees me and walks towards my room leaving a rather large and patchy trunk in my living room.

He comes into my room and just stares open mouthed at the state of which it was. So I wasn’t a very tidy person, why make you house look as if no one lives there while you love there? I place my finger under his chin and push it up.

“Al, you don’t want to be catching bugs now do you?”

He stares at me open mouthed and shakes his head. I chuckle and give up packing like a muggle. I grab my 11 inches rose wood dragon heart string wand off my dresser and give it a flick to pack my bag for me. Al looks at me and raises an eyebrow; I shrug as if to say ‘so what?’ He cracks a smile and walks to the living room again.

I grab my now packed back to feel it’s a little heavier then it was before but it wasn’t unbearable. I quickly checked the wizard’s charts for my songs, ‘only girl’ was number two and holding strong whilst my other song ‘A team’ was on the number one spot on its first week! I knew ‘A Team’ was a good one as it spoke about the idea of people on drugs and such, therefore saying to the public yes I’ve done drugs but not so much I’m mad like Amy Winehouse.

I walk into the living room with a large smile on my face, Al raises an eyebrow. “Guess who’s at number one and two this week on the charts?” I ask.

“Is it the Wired Sisters ‘cause their new song is brilliant, you know the A Team?” He says.

I shake my head and walk towards my front door, Al walking behind me dragging his trunk utter fail. “You mean me and WTF A Teams my song!”

Al looks down guiltily. “Sorry but A Teams not what you normally go for, your normally rave and such but then that song sounds totally like the Wired Sisters.”

I place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine! I’m happy you liked it, so off to kings cross then?”

Al smiles and nods, he starts to drag the trunk out of my flat to the hallway struggling. I flick my want to shrink his trunk. He smiles. “Thanks Hena, I’m confused your underage how do you do magic?”

“Well Al I was home schooled magic so it I had the trace on me whilst I was at ‘school’ how would I ever learn?” I smile and giggle.

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