Why? Draco Malfoy X Reader

What A Day

"Y/N! Let's go! We're going to be late!" My father yelled from the dining room.

"She's going, Lewis! She's getting her stuff." My mum yelled back. "Your father can be so impatient sometimes." My mum remarked with a smile.

I chuckle a bit before she pulls on my sweater making sure it was on right.

"Okay sweetheart, let's go downstairs." She said as she takes my small hand into hers.
She had dark hair but not dark enough to call it black.
It was always in a perfectly low bun.
She wore a lot of dresses that looked like they were from the 60s. (sorry mum)
But thats only because she has to live up to the L/N name.

You see, we were a known, wealthy family in the wizarding world.

We always had to look our best and not ruin the L/N reputation.
That's what my father always says anyway.

As we head down the stairs of my modern mansion, my father catches my eye.

"I see you put her best clothes on." My father observes with a small smile.
My mother nodded.

My father was a tall man with thick brunette hair and a very defined face.
He always wore black suits no matter the occasion.
It was a bit cold, even though it was the end of august, so he wore a black overcoat with black leather gloves.

My mother always boasts about getting the most handsome man in the wizarding world.

She's not lying either, the Daily Prophet made an article about my father being the most handsome man in the wizarding world.
Though they did add that he had a cold heart and my father did not take that as a compliment.

My mother turned to me and bent to reach my height.

Her brown eyes looked into my own and her face formed a smile.

"I'll see you later, sweetie." She kissed my forehead and placed a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

"Let's go." My father hurries as he takes my hand into his strong hold.
He gives my mum a quick kiss and we apparated.

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We had made it to the Ministry of Magic, which is where my father works.

Many people greeted him as we headed to one of the elevators.

We entered the elevator which was packed and we stood in the front.

"Morning, Lewis." One of the men in the elevator greeted.
"Morning." My father greeted without bearing an eye to the man.

My father put his hand on my left shoulder.
The elevator door closed and we headed up.
It stopped and went backwards, right, and down.
The elevator door opened and we stepped out.

We walked down a long corridor to a door that stood at the end.

On the door it read,

Lewis L/N
Department of International Magical Cooperation

It was his personal office.

My father leaned over me taking his hand off my shoulder to open the door.

We walk in and he closes the door behind us.
I take a look around the room that I never been in before.
It was a dark room with two large windows behind my fathers desk.

Then I saw them.
Two people just stood facing the windows.

The tallest one had long bright blonde hair that reached to the middle of their back.
They wore a long black coat. It seemed like he was holding a walking stick.
Judging by the large structure of their body, it was a man.