New Girl

1. Diagon Alley

   Clea walked down the main street from Diagon Alley. She was fascinated, all the different stores were just... well amazing. Clea had just finished buying her school supplies, and was now walking around enjoying the relaxed, excited atmosphere around her. It has been a few months since the war ended and, even if her family had been on the dark side, she was happy with how the war ended, although she had lost a lot. It would be completely different if Voldemort was ruling the wizard world. Places with a relaxed, happy feeling like Diagon Alley would probably not even exist. In that moment one store caught her eye.

  Through the two large windows she could see tons of people, candy, and-and stuff. Her curiously got the best of her and she hurried to the store. Over the door was a colorful sign reading, 'Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.' Oh, so this has to be the famous Weasley's store everyone always talked about, she thought. She had read in the news that a store in Diagon Alley, who was ran by the two twin Weasley brothers, was attracting a lot of attention. Clea opened the door and walked in. Two paper airplanes flew around her, while a group of magical snitches darted past her, while being chased by a group of first years. Clea had to laugh. The store would never exist if Voldemort was ruling.

  Clea walked over to a ceiling high shelf and picked up a random package. On the small box read 'Miniature Fireworks.' "Interested in blowing potions up?" "Or waking up an enemy in a very cruel way?" Clea turned around laughing. Before her stood two boys with flaming red hair, freckles, and a very goofy smile. "Eh, I don't know Fred, she looks more like someone that doesn't do the whole revenge thing." "Well, maybe George that's her trick. Looking all innocent and than striking when no one expects it," answered Fred. "Oh, no! You found out my secret!" exclaimed Clea sarcastically. "Ha, I knew it!" yelled Fred. "Whatever," said George rolling his eyes.

  "So, hi. I'm Fred-" "and I'm George." "We are the Weasley twins, if you didn't notice by the flaming red hair and freckles," added the twins at the same time. Clea smiled. "I'm Clea. Clea Zabini," she said. "Zabini?" "You don't really look like a Zabini." 

   "Ya, sandy brown hair and blue eyes isn't really the trademark look for Zabinis. My mother looks just like a Zabini, but I got most looks from my father," explained Clea. "Understood," responded Fred.

  "What brings you to Diagon Alley?" asked the other twin. "I had to buy my school supplies for the next and last school year, and I'm meeting up with an old friend that I haven't seen since the war," she answered, "I would ask what brings you two here, but that's pretty clear." Clea gestured around the store. "Oh, it is? I thought it was secret that we work here," George looked around disappointed. Clea smiled. "So you're going to Hogwarts?" asked Fred crossing his arms and leaning against the shelf. "Ya, got any tips?" "Buy as many products as you can from us and you'll be just fine." "I recommend a few love potions, magical quills that never run out of ink, and a few fireworks for some pranks." George added on. Both had a goofy smile on.

   "Oh, no! Honey, don't listen to them!" came a voice from behind. All three turned around. There stood Mrs. Weasley and the famous trio. "Mom! We are doing business right now!" exclaimed Fred annoyed. "That doesn't matter George!" "I'm Fred" "Then Fred. This poor girl is going to get detention because of the two of you!" "It's fine, Mrs. Weasley. I have to go anyways," said Clea with a tight smile. "Call me Molly!" 

    "Oi! Before you go! Harry, Hermione, Ron meet Clea. She's new at Hogwarts, and if I'm not mistaken, in your year," said Fred. "Hi Clea! What brings you to England?" asked Hermione. "Wanted to have an adventure," lied Clea. "Honey, do you need a place to stay? We have enough room," asked Mrs. Weasley. "Thanks, but I'm staying with my cousin, Blaise Zabini," responded Clea. The trio exchanged looks. "Oh, cool. Do you know what house you're in?" asked Harry. "Ya, Slytherin," responded Clea smirking, "I'm sorry, but I really have to go. It was really nice meeting you guys." "Okay, hope t;o see you on the tra-" Hermione was cut of by Ron. "What's HE doing here?" growled Ron looking over the shoulder of Clea. The trio's faces darkened a little. Clea turned confused around. She sucked in a breath. There he was. Draco Malfoy. She felt the ache to run to him and jump into his arms.

  Clea hasn't seen him since the end of the war, and that was just for a few seconds, but that was before everything, before they both lost almost everything. They were both luckily that they could still go to Hogwarts for their last year. 

    Draco had just stepped into the store that he usually avoided like the pest. But he had to, he had to see her as fast as he could. And she was in there, talking to the trio and a few of the Weasleys. But he didn't care, at the moment, about that. He just had to see her. He had gone through a lot since the end of the war, he knew she did too since he read it all about it in the news. Clea's family had lost almost all their money, just like his family did. Both of their fathers were death eaters, and there for were sent to Azkaban. Draco wasn't really sad that his dad was sent of, but Clea had always had a close bond with her father. And now she was here, on the other side of the room.

   Clea and Draco made eye contact. Draco sent her a trademark smirk and winked, like he always did when he saw her. Clea smiled and shook her head. She couldn't stand it anymore. She wove herself through the crowd. It was a lot quieter in the store since Draco stepped in. Some even stopped and just stared. When she reached him, she threw her arms around him. After a second she felt strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her in. She had missed this so much. He smelled like he always did, a mixture of pine wood and some strong cologne, except he didn't have that small hint of hairspray anymore. He had his hair wild and free now. After few seconds, Draco spoke, "I missed you." Clea nodded, "I did too." Suddenly everything that had happened the past few months washed over her. She tightened her grip around his neck. Atleast I still have him.

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  How are the golden trio and their family going to react on this surprising event? 0.0

Hello lovely friends^^ As you see, I decided to post a Harry Potter Fanfiction. Clea Zabini of course isn't a Harry Potter character but other than that: 

All characters and places belong to J.K Rowling 

Hope you enjoy :)