Sweet Like Music

chapter 01

  It was the summer of '96 and I was on holiday. Kids played outside in the Muggle neighborhood I lived in. I, however, wasn't allowed to play with them because I'm a witch. I'm on vacation from attending Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so I'm supposed to be studying before the next year starts but I'd rather walk around the neighborhood. I walked around the outer-London streets in my dirty, high-top converse.
 
  I stepped unknowingly to the beat of "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen blasting through my ear buds connected to my first generation MP3 player that Benjamin, my stepfather, bought me. Benjamin was a Muggle and had a lovely daughter named Autumn, the only Muggles my brother and I are allowed to associate with.
 
  My parents wouldn't let us meet other kids here in fear that we might accidentally expose the Wizarding World. Which is a major felony and would take a lot of time to fix. I protested that Ben was a Muggle and that mom does magic in front of him all the time, but that only led to another one of mother's long lectures.

  It doesn't matter, I'd rather be alone in my room with my music playing loudly. The good thing about having a non-magical parent is being exposed to the wonderful pieces of music and culture from his kind. The Muggles are so advanced and culturally forward; Wizards have mostly been traditional for hundreds of years. I'm sure our newest innovation is the picture camera, which can't technically take "videos" like the Muggles can, but our normal pictures do move. Muggle culture amazed me, but obviously the music attracted me more than anything else. But, of course, none of this went unseen at school. The new term starts in eight days and I was trying to mentally prepare for it.

  Don't get me wrong, I love school, I only dislike the people there... and potions. I don't understand why people think it's so bad to be raised by a Muggle. I'm a pureblood like most of the students there, however I've never met my father. It's 4 years shy of being 2000, a new era, but wizards treat Muggle-borns the same way they have for thousands of years; poorly. Which makes it insane how my family is friends with the richest and most prideful family in all of Great Britain: the Malfoy's.

  They were the epitome of a "perfect" pureblood family. Complete with an aristocratic Ministry-working patriarch (who was convicted of being a servant of the Dark Lord and was sent to Azkaban), a beautiful and kind mother who happened to be married into this mess (she's been friends with my mother from a young age), and one snobby, blonde, ferret-of-a-son (I will never let him forget the incident from forth year.)

  Their son, Draco, happens to have a weird obsession with annoying me, though, he's not that bad one you get to know the better side of him and learn to ignore his oddball insults. I hate to admit it, he can be nice sometimes, but mainly when he wants something from you or when he's in front of adults. "Lucky" for me, I have to go to his house for a second time this week, and with all the sarcasm I can muster, I say fantastic. I pray to Merlin that he leaves me alone and my brother, Roland, can keep him out of my hair until we have to leave. Knowing Draco, that plan probably won't work for long.

  Today's going to be boring and a living nightmare because mother never let's me bring my MP3 player so I can't ignore everyone and forces me to socialize with that blonde weasel. The most terrifying part for me is she also makes me wear fancy afternoon dresses when we visit for tea. Dresses are not my type. They will be the death of me and I'd burn all the ones I owned if there were no consequences for doing so. Mother would kill me if

  I did that... but it was tempting.
It's bad enough I have to see that brat all the time during school, but no, I have to waste my last week of holiday at his house. Seeing him all the time at school... in the common room, at quidditch practice, at every meal, every class, him looking over and winking at me during potions... A shiver crept down my doing at the thought of him. It made me mentally gag.

  Of course he's not as bad as I make him out to be, he's actually quote handsome and makes fantastic marks. But I don't like him.

Hello. These chapters are short even with all the adding in parts and spell checking. I'm trying my best to make this 3am-written-trainwreck suitable for reading without embarrassing myself too much aha.. But I hope you enjoy and comment your favourite classic rock song or band/singer. Mines Elton John:) who's turning 73 by the time this comes out so happy birthday to my idol and long live the king💞.

Also, I'm just gonna note that this story includes characters owned by JK Rowling and aren't mine (I wish they were ha) and classic songs not written by me (obviously) but I should have credit next to every song I put down if you wanna check it out:). It also has quite a lot of swearing I think so if you don't care for swearing, sorry. Anyway, hope u like my attempt at writing. thanks and love u guys💞.