Becoming a Death Eater took its toll on Lucius and Narcissa Mafoy's son, Draco. Will he give in to the darkness, or find a light, bright enough to save him from the Dark Lord?
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- "Shut up, Malfoy!" -
The first time I ever encountered Draco Malfoy, I loathed him enormously.
It was at the start of my fifth year at Hogwarts, and unfortunately for Draco, I was not in a good mood.
"What books do you need, boy?"
I was stood absentmindedly inside the appropriately named Obscurus book shop, in the less bustling part of the world famous Diagon Alley, behind a tallish, slim boy dressed all in black. He had alarmingly blonde hair, so blonde it almost looked white. He stood tall, his posture was brilliant and I could guess that his family was of some sorts of excellence and wealthiness by the quality of the clothes he wore, and how snobbish he seemed to be acting, turning up his nose at the dust and the mothballs on the shelves.
He was unaccompanied, as I was. No adult around remotely looking like he did. "Fantastic Beasts and where to find them, quickly too," he replied hastily, his voice callous and tough.
"Make that two, please." I retorted, emphasising the 'please' and glowered at the awfully mannered boy. He had very faint skin, and penetrating blue eyes that bore through you. His cheekbones seemed sharper than they should be and he had dark circles around his eyes.
I stood beside him, leaning against the old wooden counter lazily. Not giving his riled expression a second glance. "And who are you exactly?"
"Hazel Lahey. And you?"
"Draco. Draco Malfoy," he spoke with a curious sense of confidence, especially when he spoke of his last name. She hadn't heard of it, but she reckoned it was well known throughout Hogwarts. He raised his head up almost to the bloody sky, making himself look superior. I had to hold back a laugh at his effort in making me feel intimidated. Unsuccessful, I had to quickly fake a choke to disguise it, not wanting to offend the first person in Hogwarts that I had offically met.
"Miss, sir? Here you go."
I thanked the store owner graciousy, but apologetically on Draco's account and passed him the small price of the book and leaving without another word to either of them. As the bell above the door rang when I forced it open, Draco exclaimed in a crude manner: "Hey, you! Why are you coming to Hogwarts? What school did you get kicked out of?"
I spun around on the heel of my sneakers, clamping down my jaw. I was about to get really irked if he didn't stop being so rude and ignorant. "Shut up, Malfoy!"
-D-
I eyed Hazel as she charged out of the eccentric little shop, huffing in annoyance as the aggravating bell rang loudly, almost shooting off its rusty hinge.
Ordinarily, I'd be finding it comical, her getting that hot and bothered over me inquiring about her suspicous arrival. This time, though, I felt awfully guilty. I wasn't going soft, was I?
