Animagus- Draco Malfoy x Reader

Cicero... Again

Your POV

I clambered out of my car and waved goodbye to my parents as I disappeared into the Diagon Alley crowds. Of course, I sprinted to Quality Quidditch Supplies first. As a Darkey, I got some odd looks but went on gazing in awe at all of the brooms and equipment. I'm a beater,  so I went straight for the bats. A few boys were gaping at me as I studied the different labels and warnings and wood types listed on them, and I just smiled at them and ignored the staring. My nearly nyan green eyes went from rack to rack and from onlooker to onlooker as I moved onto the broomsticks.

Whatever, the Darkeys are just used to the crazed idiots and ravenous fans when we go out. I checked out and tapped a few of the guys on the head with the bat I got playfully as I swept out of the store. I was greeted by the Harry Potter, the boy who lived, when I left the store, and we were both totally fangirling over eachother.

"Y-you're (Y/N) Darkey!"

"And you're Harry Potter!"

We both gaped at eachother and let out a muffled "Bloody hell" as we studied one another. I heard a huge crash from behind me and spun around, only to see a red-haired boy staring at us in awe, with his trunk and shopping scattered on the ground.

His shocked expression slowly turned into a wide-eyed smile as he hurriedly shook our hands. He kept breathing, "Bloody hell!" Over and over until he regained his sanity and introduced himself as Ron Weasley. We all made friends very quickly and he kept calling me Mrs. Darkey until Harry made him stop. In Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, we met Hermione Granger, who surprisingly didn't freak out.

Ron ended up inviting me to The Burrow, as his family calls it, for dinner. Of course, Harry and Hermione were coming, too. We started strolling down the cobblestone streets and eventually, two blubbering idiots walked up to me, and asked me a ton of questions.

"Are you really (Y/N) Darkey?"

"Yeah...?"

"Isn't everybody in your family an Animagus?"

"Yes."

"Do you like Pumpkin Pasties?"

"Of course I do."

"What house are you in?"

"I'm a Slytherin."

"What's your owl's name?"

"(Owl's Name)"

"Are you really related to Nearly Headless Nick?"

"Yes."

"What's your favorite color?"

"(F/C)"

"Do you ever turn into animals to scare people?"

"Do you really want me to play out that answer?"

"Uh... No! No!"

I scared the absolute crap out of them and they ran away. We started laughing and Ron said "Bloody hell" at least four times. We all slipped into Three Broomsticks and tried to avoid any more questions.

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Well, theres Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, Charley, and uh... Me!"

Everyone stared at him in total disbelief. Seven kids! Seven! I kinda feel bad for his parents, but Hermione beat me to saying it.

"I bet it's hard for your parents, sometimes."

He rubbed the back of his neck as two red haired twins ran in, screaming about some guy making a fool of himself outside and if we didn't look, we would be the only ones. So of course, we all hurried out of Three Broomsticks, and I may or may not have known the guy outside.

Of course, it was Cicero, singing to the two idiots from earlier and some grubby looking blonde kid, while dancing on a barrel. Everyone was trying not to laugh, probably because they didn't want him to stop. I yelled his name and stormed over to him.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"
I yelled, looking up at him. He moved his attention to me and gave me a sad and disappointed look.

"But Cicero was only seeking to entertain them!" He pleaded in his slightly high-pitched voice. As always, he was wearing a jester's outfit, including the hat.

He may or may not be my cousin... Okay, yeah, he's my cousin who's lived with me for three years, always talks in third person, and is completely bonkers. And I don't mean silly or stupid or out of control, I mean criminally insane. Cicero is actually really smart, but only uses it when it really counts. Like the time we had to escape Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup, and he predicted the attack, so we already had an escape plan and a portkey in place.

I love him like a brother, and treat him like one, since I'm the only child of Lila and Belethor Darkey. Cicero's parents were put under the Imperius Curse and forced to drown themselves, but he still says that 'Cicero's parents were sent to Azkaban for permanently shape-shifting a man for hurting Cicero! Cicero's parents love Cicero!' I don't blame him, I wish I could deny the fact that my dad was almost sent to Azkaban for unknowingly stealing someone's unicorn. He thought it was wild, and it was really docile, so he brought it home for me. But later, a lady started pounding on our door and yelling about dad taking her unicorn, and then there we were, at a trial for his conviction. But luckily, a half-giant saw the whole thing and he was let go.

Cicero stared down at me and I stared right back.

"I swear, Cicero, you manage to make a fool of yourself wherever you go!"

"Cicero doesn't make a fool of himself, others make the fool of Cicero!"

Everyone was staring at us, and I heard one of the twins snort. I snarled. And I don't mean scoffed, I mean full on, wolf-like snarling. All of the onlookers drew in a shrill breath. Cicero looked terrified, and hopped off of the barrel. I dug my nails into his arm and dragged him away, followed by the twins, Ron, Hermione, and Harry. As soon as we turned the corner, the crowd erupted in laughter and talk, and Cicero hunched over.

"Cicero disapproves..." He muttered. I loosened my grip on his arm and started a full on lecture about singing in public.

"And the outfit doesn't really help, either." Hermione added.

"Oh, and I'm Fred!"

"And I'm George!"

"Cicero is pleasured to meet you."

"I'm Ron."

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter."

"Cicero is sure he shall enjoy your presence."