JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

Chapter One

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Y/N MAXWELL

It was a quiet evening, one like many others I had experienced in my ten years of living. Killing time was argumentatively hard, considering I was an only child. Of course, there were select moments where I'd enjoy my own space and time, but there were still those empty parts in my life where I felt in need of a friend.

In an attempt to pass time, I found myself perched up at my desk, desperately trying to figure out what to draw. No, I didn't count my artistic abilities to being anywhere close to Picasso, but drawing still managed to grasp boredom in its hand and throw it away.

My focus remained on the untouched piece of paper, pressed on the mahogany wood of my desk—my thoughts clouding to the point I dissociated from anything and everything outside my mind. In fact, I was too far gone to realise a voice calling out my name. 

"Earth to Y/n Maxwell!"

My heart immediately skipped a beat upon feeling an unknown object hit the back of my seat—causing my arm to jolt forwards, a deep line now running from one end of my paper to the other.

"Dad-!" A whine emits from my lips, my eyes immediately meeting those that belonged to my father. "I've been trying to figure out what to draw for nearly half an hour. You've broken my concentration."

"Im sorry, dear." He presses his hand to the top of my head, shuffling his hand from side to side, knotting the hair covering my scalp. "Your mother and I have been calling out for you."

My lips relax into a straight line, a large puff of air exiting my nose as I bring my hand to the top of the page, my father's hand quickly taking hold of my wrist, stopping it from progressing.

"Y/n, that's a waste of paper." My father's eyebrows raise. "What am I supposed to do with a squiggly like in the middle of my page?" My face clouds with confusion—my eyes quickly finding my fathers.

A smile stretches out on the man's face as he slips the pencil out of my hand and begins to add onto the line in the middle of the page. My eyes follow along, admiring the way he connects each line to the other; the way he lightly strokes the pencil across the page.

"There you go." Another smile finds its way into his face, before he finally moved away.

Quickly, I look at the once ruined page to see a simple but beautifully drawn butterfly covering the entirety of the paper. "Woah, Dad. I didn't know you could draw. How'd you do that?"

"Y/n, your mother and I have told you time and time again; it's the littlest things in life that make a change. You just have to keep an eye out to find that specific change."

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"Y/n, wake up." My eyes crack open upon hearing a voice emitting from directly in front of me. As my eye's do their best to adjust to the light I could feel a slight tug on my arm.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" My eyebrows knit together as I bring a hand to my mouth, suppressing my yawn to the best of my ability.

"Neville, was wondering if you could help us search for Trevor." The bushy haired girl cocked her head in the chubby boy's direction—his cheeks flushing a slight red tone, obvious embarrassment portraying on his face.