Beauty || Draco X Reader [Harry Potter + Disney | Book #1] (Finished)

3 ~ odd

The train got to a halt. You got up and walked towards the door. You smiled as you saw the station. You looked around and saw your father through the crowd. He was already a bit older. He wore glasses, had gray hair and blue eyes. You smiled at him and he waved at you. His name was Maurice. You grabbed your trunks and walked towards your dad.

'Ah Belle!' Your father smiled.

You let go of your trunk and hugged him. He hugged you back.

'I've missed you. I can't wait to spent more time with you papa.'

You let him go.

'Look at you Belle... finished your school. I've never been more proud.' He smiled.

'Thank you papa.'

He smiled and you saw a few wizards and witches looking at you. You saw Vincent and Pansy. You waved at them and smiled before walking towards the car. Finally you were gone from those two.

'So, how are you?' He asked.

'I'm good... I'm happy that I can just sit at home, with you.' You smiled. 'How about you?'

'I'm fine dear. How was school?'

'I read the most amazing books! About wizards and witches, lovers and traveling!'

'That's really good dear... I've been busy with something myself.' He smiled.

'Can't wait to see it.' You smiled.

You got into the car and your father placed the trunks in the back. You grabbed your book and opened it.

'Romeo and Juliet? Again?' He grinned.

'Well papa, it's my favorite.' You smiled.

'I know Belle.' He smiled. 

After a while you arrived in your farmers village. The small streets and and houses were already visible. The place where you knew everyone. You already saw Thomas and his family. You sighed and left the car.

'Hi Maurice! Hi Belle!' Antoinette, one of the villagers, spoke.

'Good day.' You smiled. 

Some villagers looked at you. You didn't fit in with wizards and you didn't fit in with Muggles... it wasn't easy.

You walked with your father inside. Your house was one of the biggest. It had a big front yard with some vegetables. Then there was a stair towards the door.

When you entered there was a small hallway with a place to hang your coat. Then there was a stair upstairs on the left. A door that led to the kitchen and the living room and a door that led to your father's work place
 
You father was an inventor and an artist. He painted the most beautiful things. He once painted a picture of your mother, holding a pen with a red rose on the top. She looked exactly like you.

Your father never told you much about yout mother. It bothered you, it bothered you a lot. But you didn't want to ask to much. Your father clearly had issues with it.

'I'll bring my trunks upstairs.' You smiled.

'Alright Belle.'

You walked into your room. It was a tiny, but lovely room. You had a bed for two persons, a wardrobe and a small bookshelf. You started putting away your stuff before walking downstairs.

You heard your father... in his work place. You heard a music box. Was your father fixing it? It was a small music box from your old house. Where lived with your mother, before you moved to this town... where she died. Inside there were puppets. Your mother holding you and your father painting the painting that was behind him in his room.