The Little Malfoy

Prologue

Hello!!!!! It's Vienna at Malfoy Manor!

Guess what? I'm nine years old now! I feel so grown up!

And I just found out that I'm a metamorphmagus earlier this morning, when I pranked my brother Draco. He's two years older than me, which is eleven. Double digits. No fair!

Draco's going to this wizarding school called...what was it called again?

"Draco!" I call from my bedroom. His is just down the hall, so he should be able to hear me.

Sure enough, he slammed my door open, causing me to jump.

"What do you want?" he asked, in a rather harsh tone. I highly suspect he's still mad at me for the prank. But it was funny to see his face grow all purple!

"I just wanted to ask you what the school's called again," I smiled sweetly, lying down on my bed.

He softened immediately. I just have that effect on people. "Hogwarts."

He stepped in my room, closed the door behind him, and lied on the bed next to me.

"Nervous?" I ask, and he shook his head. "I would be. Why can't I come?"

"You haven't gotten your letter yet. And besides, you're only a baby, Vi. If you went, I'd have to take care of you."

"I'm not a baby!" I shout, sitting up. "I can take care of myself!"

"Oh really? Who helped you zip up your dress today?"

I scowled. "That's different! I couldn't reach!"

He just smirked.

Knock knock

"At least someone knocks," I muttered.

"Vienna, honey?" Mum. I got up and opened the door.

"Hi Mum."

"Where's Dra-oh there you are. We're leaving in ten minutes."

"Where, Mum?" I asked.

"Buying school supplies in Diagon Alley."

"Can I come too?" Mum looked at me. "Pleeeeease!" I put on a sad puppy dog face.

"Fine, be ready." She closed the door and went downstairs.

"YAY!!!" I hoot, pumping my fists in the air. "I can go!!"

Draco stared at me with a blank face.

I shooed him out of my room. "Go away, I have to change!"

I quickly slipped on my favourite dress (A/N Picture above), and a pair of black flats. When I was done dressing up, I combed my hair (which was golden blonde and shoulder-length), and went downstairs. Mum and Draco were already there, at the lobby.

Mum stared at me. "Darling, you don't have to dress so fancy, you know. We're not going to a party or anything."

"I want to." Mum smiled. Those three words get to her every time.

"How are we getting there?"

"Floo powder. I'll go with you," Mum answers.

"What about-"

"I can go on my own, I'm not a baby like Vi," Draco snapped. I stuck out my tongue and stepped in the fireplace with Mum. She took a bit of powder, and dropped it on us, saying, "Diagon Alley."