(Y/n) (L/n), is the daughter of the 10th wealthiest family in the wizarding world, their wealth barely overcoming the 11th wealthiest family, the Malfoy's. A story from the upper angle, how will he learn to accept someone is wealthier than him? Will...
Hell yeah, I'm 13, almost 14, and finally getting boobs. Oh, and school is starting. Not as cool as boobs, but hey, I get to show off the new me. I've completely changed my look. No more turtlenecks and past the knee skirts. I, am now a woman. The summer has officially passed away, and the train comes in 2 hours. So I went to my closet and picked out a cool new outfit, (please keep in mind that it's like 1993/94) (Also the reader's hair isn't blonde, Just the hairstyle)
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I was wearing high-waisted jeans, and a fitted light green tank top tucked into my jeans. For shoes I had just some plain white socks with white tennis shoes (Imagine Keds or something like them, I just didn't think wizards would call them Keds lol). My hair was up in a high pony with a scrunchie and my hair was curled. It was time to go so I threw on my black, bomber style, jacket and headed downstairs.
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The station was filled with people, students. I tried my hardest to be early and get a good seat on the train, but I was the opposite of early. I ran to the train and just barely made it. The train pulled out of the station almost as soon as I got on. I walked down the length of the train car, but couldn't find anyone I knew. I got pretty bummed out about it. I went to the old stinky compartment that no one ever sits in. I sat down and looked out the window. I just kept thinking, and thinking about everything.
'I wish Draco were here... I'm lonely'
'But he's probably with Pansy, snogging or some other repulsive couples thing...'
I took a mental 'step back' and thought about what I just said/thought.
'Jeez, I'm so pathetic. It seems like anything involving romance is just plain gross to me. All the other girls my age have already outgrown that. They've all had summer romances and I'm just sitting here like a naive little kid...'
'Maybe I just haven't met anyone good enough for me... but if that were true then I probably wouldn't have any friends. I mean, if they aren't good enough to be my boyfriend, why would I be friends with them?'
'You know Pansy and Draco would be a lot less disgusting if it weren't Pansy, she's so nasty.'
'That's a lie. Such a big lie'.
I've always been a practical girl, so, I can't lie to myself any longer. I just have to accept the possibility that I might hate Pansy and Draco because it's Pansy and... not me.I hate it. I really do. I always thought that we were just really good friends, but I dug myself too deep into this hole to simply climb out. I hate that whenever I'm around him I can't bring myself to be the mean-snotty me. I can tell that he feels the same, even though he doesn't realize it. He thinks he's so tough, his some legendary badass just because he's got money. But when he's with me he's just a little boy. Every time I'm with him, I feel every emotion x10. I feel happier when we laugh, I feel angrier when we argue, and I feel sadder when I hurt his feelings. And I worry and wonder about him,
'What is he thinking about?' or 'I wonder if he's okay?'
I promised myself that I wouldn't get involved with any guys and focus on school, but I just can't stop it. Maybe it's because I'm 13 and puberty nonsense, but damn it feels like crap having a crush. I keep getting this motion sickness feeling, like I accepted it too fast, or I'm on a broom that suddenly shot off at 100 mph. I feel embarrassed, like there's an audience of people laughing inside my brain, and they're laughing at me.
I walk out of my compartment and as I turn to face the people in the walkway, I see a genuine smile. Like lights on a tree, his smile lit up through the crowd.
"Oi, there you are!" Draco yelled.
I just smiled lightly, it was so obviously fake, but I prayed that he was too far away to tell. He started walking closer. When he stopped, he ran two fingers along the neck of his turtleneck, and then brushed a strand of hair out of his face. I just sit there and observe his features, ignoring what he's saying. He looks so amazing with his new haircut, and he doesn't have such a round face anymore.
"So?" I hear him ask.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," I say tuning back in.
"I asked if you wanted to come sit with us?" He stepped closer and looked into my eyes. But with his head tilted down and eyes looking at mine.
"I- uh, will Pansy be there?" I asked, trying to sound normal.
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter," He stated, not asked, he just thought that there is no possible way it could bother me.
"I think I'll pass," I said respectfully, I looked down and turned to re-enter my compartment.
I sat down and felt like I was so small. So damn small...
I walked into my old room and see that Clarissa is already unpacked and touching up her make-up at her vanity. I start unpacking, with magic while I sit on my bed of course.
"So I see you've grown up a bit," she says turning to look at me.
"Yeah, I've got the boobs to prove it," I joke.
"So, is this year gonna be all about school? I only ask because you seem like you've changed and I'm really hoping I can finally talk to my roommate about boys,"
"You wanna talk to me about boys? Okay, let's start now,"
"Okay," She turns her chair to face me and leans in.
"So there's this boy-"
"Draco," she cuts in.
"Uh- how'd you-"
"He's the only suitable guy you hang out with, I mean I couldn't see you with Crabbe,"
"Yeah... But anyways, we were at the pureblood ball this summer and we got into a bit of a fight over being seen together. I told him I didn't want to hang around him too much because I didn't want our parents getting the wrong idea,"
"That sounds tough, is he still mad at you?"
"No, but that night he was swept away by Pansy Parkinson in my absence. They danced the whole night and now they're dating,"
"That's not good,"
"No, it's not. I miss hanging out with him, but now I have to avoid him because she's always there. I miss when she wasn't around him, I mean, this whole summer he was hanging out with me and I barely had to see her, but now they're together everyday,"
"So, he was dating her but hanging out with you everyday... it sounds like he would rather be with you,"
"No way, he's just acting normal, like my best friend,"
"You're making this way harder that it should be, just tell him 'Hey, you don't seem like you're really into Pansy, wanna date?' and boom he's yours,"
"But I don't want to make him get all weird. He does this thing when you talk about emotional stuff, he gets prideful and tries to act like his dad. It's not fun to watch,"
