The secret Malfoy

Preparing for Hogwarts

When we got home I went up to my room to pack my new things into my trunk so then I would be ready for Hogwarts in a couple of weeks time when me and Draco would be boarding the train for my first and Draco's second year at Hogwarts.

I heard a tapping at the window and saw that it was Draco's owl. His owl was black with amber eyes. I had to admit that she was a beautiful bird ( not as beautiful as twilight though). I let shadow ( Draco's owl) into my room and saw that she had a letter attached to her foot. As I attempted to get it off her leg she kept pulling away until I said " Twilight is better at delivering letters than you are." And she reluctantly gave me her foot. The note read " come and talk to me please I'm bored   Drake xxx." 

So I went across the corridor and knocked on his door. "Enter." Said a voice that was so cold it sent a shiver down my spine. "What was that tone of voice for?" I asked. "Sorry Eve I thought you would be father" Draco said in a lighter tone. This made me ease up a bit. We started talking about Hogwarts and about the attention seeking trio. "And then there's that mudblood Hermione Granger" Draco finished emphasising the mudblood bit. A sudden wash of anger came over me and I started shouting and getting angrier by the minute. "You wouldn't like it if you was her and you got called a mudblood." Draco was about to but in and he had a look of horror on his face but I quickly cut over him " just because you're a pureblood you think that you can boss everyone around and that you're higher than every one." Suddenly a piece of my hair came in front of my face and I let out a scream because it wasn't the usual platinum blonde colour instead it was bright firery red. There was a loud crack outside the door. "What's wrong?" Mother said. She took one look at me and looked confused at my hair. 

There was another loud crack and father appeared outside the door. "Eve how long has your hair been that colour?" Father asked but I was unable to answer him so Drake spoke for me which I was grateful for. "We were arguing and Eve got angry at what I said and then her hair changed colour ." Draco said in a sincere voice. I was glad that Draco didn't mention what we were arguing about because father would probably have punished me for it. Once Draco had finished I just nodded to show that he was correct. "Eve if your hair changes colour again and I mean any colour then come and tell me or your father straight away do you understand?" "Yes mother" I replied wondering what all the fuss was about. 

My hair gradually turned back to its original colour after a couple of hours but I thought red hair suited me and so did Draco so I tried to get angry at Draco again but it just resulted in us laughing a lot. It was late into the night when we finally went to bed and I couldn't get to sleep so I got out of bed and let Twilight out of her cage to stretch her wings. She chirped affectionately and landed on my shoulder. We went to stand out on the balcony and looked over the grounds that the manor stood on. I saw shadow going out to hunt so I let Twilight go with her. Seen as it was Draco's birthday tomorrow I needed to think of a really good prank to do on him.

We had done it on every one of Draco's birthdays. Mother and father knew what prank I was doing every year. Draco however had figured this out so he tried to find out what I was telling them so mother always had to put a charm on the door so he couldn't hear anything. As I was laid in bed I thought about the prank and thought of one so I quickly wrote it down on a piece of parchment and I was going to give it to Twilight but she had gone off to hunt. But then I remembered " Dobby " I whispered in to thee darkness. There was a loud crack and Dobby was stood at the edge of my bed. He was a little elf with big tennis ball green eyes with flappy ears. "Will you go and deliver this to my mother and father please and don't let Draco see it at all costs also If you see him go in the opposite direction." "Yes miss" he said in a high pitch voice.