New School (Draco Malfoy x Reader) ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Mum and I had already gotten the books and uniform, so now she told me we were getting a wand. I lifted my chin with confidence.

Mum suddenly halted and glanced at my shirt. "You have something on your shirt, let me get it off." Wow, the last thing I need right now is my mum acting like I'm a baby.

I ripped the side of my shirt out of her grasp. "I don't need your help, Mum, I'm 12 years old!" Scowling, I pushed open the doors of a wand shop and went straight to the man at the cashier.

He tipped his head, wondering why there's an actual preteen in his shop. "What's a teen doing at my wand shop now? Aren't you 13, youngster?" He wheezed.

"Actually, I'm 12 and I have come for a wand," You declared. "My name's (Y/N) (L/N)."

"Hmm... Your dad was a brilliant wizard. I remember when he got himself a wand," the old man said, grinning. "He's was so shocked he nearly fainted!"

I became bright red with anger. "I'm not here to talk about my dad." I narrowed my eyes. "I came for a wand, please. Here's my money."

He nodded slowly, got the Galleons and Sickles, and studied me for a minute. "Let's try this one," he said quietly while scooping a bright red box from the shelves.

My eyes widened as he took the cover off. It was a beautiful oak wand with rubies plastered on and a swirly handle.

He handed it to me. "Give it a try."

I swiped the air with it. The wand made the lamp and table explode with bits of wood coming out. I flinched and covered my face in defense.

"Definitely not!" The man took back the wand and gave me another one. This one had some designs on it; it was swirly with dark wood.

I swiped the air again and this time a silver bolt came out and hit the shelves, making boxes fly out.

The old man scowled. We tried four other wands, but they didn't work. He gave me another one. With my tired arm, I lazily swiped the light brown, polished wand.

A green light came from this wand and filled up the shop.

I was thinking this wand wasn't it either when the old man jumped with joy. "Yes! This is the wand." He gave it to me. I'm not sure how he could tell, but, hey, he's excited, I'm excited.

"Thanks!" I replied, still surprised and pleased. I went back outside to see Mum waiting by the door. She glanced at me when I returned.

"Let's go, honey, we'll be late!"

Mum and I hurried to the Platforms. I looked for Platform 9¾, but, as Mum told me, I couldn't spot it. I guess she wasn't lying, then.

Mum scowled, grabbing my hand. "(Y/N), there's no time to look around!"

"Sorry." I hurried to Platform 9 and 10. There it was, a brick wall. Mum told me that was the Platform I needed to go on. "So this is it?" I checked.

"Yes, now go on, the train will go off any moment," Mum answered. She pushed me through the Platform, said her good-byes, kissed my forehead, and pushed me on the train in 10 seconds, which is not a new record, by the way. Probably desperate to get me out of her household.

Right when I got on, there was a giant WHOOSH sound. I gasped for breath while shoving my stuff forward. There were different compartments. I glanced around for empty ones, when suddenly, I'm was pushed nearly to the ground.

"Hurry up, slowpoke!" Someone growled rudely behind me. How dare they call me that?! I'll show them. Oh, my first fight and I haven't even found a compartment to sit in.

I stood up and waited for them to say something else. Maybe I can hit them in the mouth or something? Or I can kick or punch them in the stomach.

"Go on, or I'll hex you," a boy snarled.

I whipped around and punched them in the face. It was a boy with handsome blonde hair and a sneering face. My eyes widened as my pulse quickened. What was this? Anger? Probably.

I suddenly felt a wave of guilt and felt like apologizing. But he did push me. I was overwhelmed with guilt when he stood back up with a bleeding nose. "I'm sorry."

The boy opened his mouth but no words came out. I felt like laughing when blood went inside and he clamped his jaws tight with a disgusted expression. Finally, he replied, "I'll tell my father about this!"

Yes, I am bipolar, haven't you noticed already?

I couldn't help but smile. "You can tell him anything you want!" Without waiting for a reply, I pushed my stuff into an empty compartment.

When I got done putting my stuff in the space above, the same blonde boy came in. I felt my heart pounding when he came and made himself comfortable in the seat in front of mine. I was a little disappointed that he didn't sit by me, but, hey, he did come unexpectedly.

"I never seen you here before," he commented curiously. He smirked when I replied.

"I need to know your name before I can tell you anything," I snapped, feeling happy that he was curious about me. What is this feeling? Why is he even in here?

He hesitated, frowning. Then, his smirk returned and he replied, "My name's Draco."

I waited for him to tell me his last name. Surely it wasn't just Draco. "Draco...?"

Draco's eyes met mine. "Malfoy. I'm-"

"Handsome," I interrupted. My face went red. I was supposed to think that, not say it! Besides, he did push me down. Why would he be interested in me now?

Draco smirked. "I know that."

My mouth dropped. "You don't have to be so smug about it, too!" I scowled indignantly. Why do I feel like this if he's such a pain in the-

"Alright, then I'll go back to sitting with Pansy," Draco announced, sitting up, ready to leave.

"Wait," I said. Oh, why do I say these things? If he wants to go, why not let him! He's being so smug and annoying. "This Pansy is a girl?" Wow. Stupidest question ever.

"So?" Draco sat back down again, tapping his fingers impatiently. I hate him so much right now.

"Oh. And you were sitting with her?" (Y/N), stop. You can't let him know you think he's cute. It's just a crush. You'll get over it! He can see other girls if he wants. I scowled at myself. Besides, you literally just met him.

Draco looked confused. "What's your name?"

Oh, right. He doesn't know my name. Even though I feel like I've known him for years. "Um.. My name is (Y/N). You were sitting with Pansy right? You'd rather sit with her than me?" I can be smug, too. I smirked at him.

"(Y/N), stop. Maybe I would," Draco growled, suddenly looking annoyed. He stood up and left the compartment, leaving me shocked.

Damn.

I thought he was interested! Apparently not. Why did I just jump on him like that? I can't believe I said those things. Now, he'll hate me. And I deserve it. I feel like punching him now, too.