Staring problem~Draco Malfoy x Reader

February 10th, 1991

You woke up to by the sound of girls giggling. Just like every other day, it was just your two roomates. You've lived at Robert Tracey's home for girls since you were four. Your parents died in a gas explosion. "Will you both shut it? you kept me up all night talking about that dumb paper boy." you groaned, turning over. "But do you know what day it is???" asked Abigail. She was a year younger than you, with pale red hair that was almost blonde, deep chestnut eyes and a light amount of freckles. "I really don't care." you said. "But it's your birthday!!" she whined. "Really? how old am I now? like 11?" you asked sarcastically. "Hey you only turn 11 once!" she whined. "Wake me up when I turn 18." you muttered. "Miss Rosewell?" (That's your last name.) said Mrs.Nowell, the co-owner of the girls home. "yes?" you asked bolting up. "Get dressed and see me in my office." The frail woman said before exiting the doorframe. You quickly started dressing and rushed to the office. You knocked on the door followed by a 'come in.'. You opened the door and Mrs. Nowell wa sitting in her chair, holding an envelope. "There is a lot I need to tell you Miss Rosewell." she said, gesturing you to take the seat parallel to her. You did, and she handed you the letter. You opened it and read.

Dear Y/N Rosewell,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.

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

Yours sincerely,

Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress

"The what?" you asked bewildered. "you've got to be joking." You said, looking up at her. "No. Even though you think you are a muggle, you are a witch." Mrs.Nowell said with a serious look. "Muggle?"  you asked. "Non-magic people." she said simply. "So...so..there are really witches & wizards? but those are all fairytales. Magic isn't.." "Magic certainly is real. We have to keep it hidden from non-magic people." she said. "But my parents were "muggles"? why am I magical?" you asked. "Your parents were powerful witches." she spoke. "They died protecting an innocent wizard from a horrible curse." Mrs.Nowell looked as though she could cry.  "So...so.. I have powers? bibbidi-boppti boo? like wands & spells?" you asked wide-eyed. "Yes. Now you cannot tell anyone else about this. Am I clear?" she asked. "Yes ma'am." you said.

February 11th, 1991
You awoke very early in the morning. Ms.Nowell told you to get dressed and the two of you hurried into her small car. You drove to a small tavern called the 'Leaky Cauldron.' "ummmmm?" You said confused. "Just hold my hand and keep moving." she said. We menuveured through the crowd, some murmurs and suprised gasps coming from the patrons. "Rosew-?" the bartender muttered. You kept hearing 'blue.' you think they're making fun of your hair. For as long as you could remember, you had a strip of white/blue hair that contrasted from your h/c hair. It was weird and everyone called it a birth defect or something. But why were all these adults talking about it like they were schoolchildren? you were hurried into a backdoor, when Mrs.Nowell pulled a long strip of wood from her pocket and tapped a wall of bricks. It opened revealing a street full of people in odd clothing with animals. "Where are we?" you asked. "This is diagon alley dear." she said. You sat gawking at the new, strange things. Objects floating, animals talking, it was all so bizarre. "Come on now, Gringotts won't come towards us." she said, taking your hand. You were lead up a marble staircase into a large building filled with....goblins? trolls? gross elves? "Don't stare at the goblins dear. They aren't very kind." She said, leading you up to one. "Y/N Rosewell. Vault 223." Mrs.Norris said handing the goblin a key. "Follow me." he said. He grabbed a lantern and you got into a cart. It started whizzing through the set of tunnels fast. For you it was fun. You always loved rollercoasters and heights. "Mrs. Nowell?" You asked, looking at the woman who you thought was gonna be motion sick. "Yes?" She asked back. "Will I ever get to fly?" You asked. It was a life long dream of yours. Feeling like a bird? Wind in your hair? Above the clouds? Sounded amazing. "Yes. Madam Hooch will be teaching broomstick riding & care." She said simply. "Wicked!" You exclaimed. A long smile stretched against your face. All your wildest dreams coming true. It was unreal. Their was a knot in your stomach, because you thought this might be a dream. The cart finally stopped, and Mrs.Nowell hurried to open a vault which was filled with mountains of gold. "Wow Mrs.Nowell, you're rich." You said in awe. "This isn't mine dear. This is yours." She said giggling. Your jaw dropped. "You mean....all of this...is mine?" You asked in shock. "Yes dear. Now hurry along, we need to get your wand." She said ushering you to the cart with a large satchel in her hand.

Authors note:
So I wrote the whole Ollivanders & get your pet schpiel, but it didn't save (about 400-500 words lost) and I'm gonna cryyyyyyy but I don't feel like re-writing it so long story short, you got your wand (unicorn core, beech wood, 11 1/2" swishy like a bitch, and you gotta grey owl named Thunder :p anyway I love you~ and as always, sorry dad.