Slytherin for Life. Draco Malfoy x reader

Year 1: Supplies.

I was cleaning my room when F/O/N came through my window, making a mess on my desk.

"F/O/N!" I say. I take the letter and see it's from Hogwarts. I go downstairs. "Mother. Father." I say. "Yes?" they respond. "I thought you were going to send me to Beauxbatons. I got a letter from Hogwarts instead." I say almost angrily. "Honey, bear with us. Beauxbatons isn't going to teach you anything. Especially not the things we need you to learn to be a death eater." My mom says. "You need to learn to be fierce and insensitive." My dad says. "Woah. Go back. Who said I wanted to be a death eater?" I ask. "You are going to become one if the dark lord rises again." My dad says. I scoff. "ok fine." I say. "open the letter." My dad says. I open the letter and take out a piece of parchment.

Dear Ms. Y/N L/N

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted

in to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Please find enclosed a list of all the necessary books and equipment that you'll need.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

Deputy Headmistress.

My dad writes a quick letter and gives it to F/O/N. "ok, let's go." My dad says. I put on my robe and we apparate to Diagon alley. "Ok, you get your wand and owl. I'll get your equipment, uniform and books." My mom says.  I nod. I walked towards ollivanders. I enter the wand shop. Nobody was at the counter. I cleared my throat but nobody appeared. I then rang the bell. It sounded like footsteps coming towards the counter. "Ah. Ms. L/N." an old man says as he walks towards the counter. "What will it be?" He asks. "A wand." I say. He walks over the right side. He comes back and hands me a wand. I give it a flick and caused a nearby chair to collapsed. "Not right." He says. I put the wand back on the counter. He comes back and he hands me another wand. Once I grabbed it a gold swirl surrounded me. "Of course. Blackthorn wood, 12 in and dragon heartstrings core." "Thank you, sir." I say as I put some galleons on the counter. I walk out and put my wand in my robe pocket. I walk to the owl shop. I walk inside and see Draco looking around some owls. I walk up to him. "Hey Draco." I say. "Hey, Y/N." He says. "What kind of owl you looking for?" I ask. "an eagle owl. And you?" He asks. "a little owl." I say. I spot one and walk over to it. "How much for this one?" I ask. "3 galleons." The storeclerk said. "I'll take it." I say as I hand the woman the 3 galleons.  I get some accessories for her. "I'm going to name you, O/N." I say. Draco pays the storeclerk for his owl too. We both leave the store and walk to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.  We enter the store and two witches come up to us. "Welcome dears. Hogwarts?" They asked. "Yup." We said. "Come on." They said as they take us to the back of the shop. They grab two footstools. Draco and I stand on it. A couple of minutes later another Boy entered. The boy was on Draco's side. "Hello." I say. "Hogwarts too?" Draco asked. "Yes." The boy responded. "Do you play Quidditch?" I ask. "Because you sure do look like you do. My father isn't letting me get a broom. Not until my second year." I say sighing. "Same thing with my father, he says that if I don't get chosen to play for my house it's a crime. Can't blame him, I agree. Say do you know what house you would be in?" Draco asked. "No." He said. "Well nobody really knows until the sorting, but I'm sure we are going to be in Slytherin." Draco says. "Yeah. All our families have been in Slytherin. Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I'd leave." I say. "I would too, what a disgrace to our families." Draco says. "look at that man!" I say gesturing to the window. The man was twice as tall and he was holding two ice cream cones in his hands. "That's Hagrid." The boy says. "Oh." Draco says. "I've heard of him, He's kind of a servant, am I correct?" Draco asks. "He's a gamekeeper." The boy said. "Where are your parents?" I ask before the boy and Draco get into a heated argument. "They're dead." The boy asked. "Oh, sorry." I say not sounding sorry. "They were our kind right?" Draco asked. "Witch and Wizard." The boy says. "I don't think the other sort shouldn't be let in. They're just not the same." Draco says. "Hey, what's your surname?" I ask. Before the boy could answer. He was done getting his robes. The boy leaves the shop an towards the giant man. I scoff. "We didn't even get his surname." I say.