THE BOY I ONCE REMEMBERED ▸ [ D. M A L F O Y ]

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A/N: These next chapters were hastily written during a five hour car ride (ie; I am not satisfied with how they turned out) but I wanted to put out updates anyways:) A lot of these beginning chapters might be more geared towards Adelaine's general life solely for background/ setting up the plot purposes, but I promise it'll get much better(and include muchhhh more Draco) when things get started. Enjoy!!!

The next few days went as expected. Classes had settled, heaps of homework had been assigned, and I hadn't made any contact with Malfoy since what happened after the sorting feast.

My teachers were- well, they were bloody interesting. I, unfortunately, could not get out of double arithmancy as I had hoped,  but at least none of my classes seemed as pointless as Neville's divination class.

I'd been more than pleased to not only find the pleasant Professor Wenlock as my arithmancy teacher but Hermione Granger in my classes as well. We'd spent a good amount of time talking about how much more sense numerology made in context to predicting the future, rather than the odd tea leaves and crystal balls of divination.

The tournament, however, was what occupied everyone else's conversations around us. There was always talk of somehow feebling through the age line- Fred and George Weasley had even admirably tried an aging potion, though that had backfired immensely, and they'd end up in the hospital wing with three-foot-long beards as evidence-  though no one had succeeded thus far.

In fact, it seemed like the underage witches and wizards were the only ones attempting to enter their names at all. I figured most people were hiding their entering, perhaps doing it at night or when the Great Hall was least busy. It made sense, I doubt I'd like very many people to know I entered if I failed to be selected.

I checked the large clock on the dormitory wall- a cat clock, courtesy of Hermione- and cursed when I realized I was ten minutes late to go to Hogsmeade.

It was the first Hogsmeade visit of the school year, and Cedric had invited me to go with him when it had first been announced (we'd been hanging out every time both of us had a free period). Unfortunately, I'd already promised Luna I'd go with her (a new trinket shop had just opened, and the whimsical blonde liked to get her holiday gifts early), but a part of me still burned with excitement at the idea of seeing him there.

I clasped the end of the necklace around my neck, a simple chain with a small pearl at the end of it: a gift from Narcissa. She had given it to me on my tenth birthday and, despite the current state our relationship was in, it felt odd to go more than a day without wearing it. It was small enough to be easily hidden under my robes -or today, my pale pink jumper- anyways.

Just as Luna could be easily hidden, somehow, in the empty hallway. I grinned to myself. We sure were meant to be friends, both as punctual as ever.

"Oh dear," My friend stumbled into view, pulling a sparkly flat onto her tight-covered foot, "We're going to be late, I'm so sorry-"

"Fashionably late." I corrected, pulling her into a hug. "You look dashing, as always."

She grinned at my compliment, spinning to show off her outfit pick of the day. She was wearing a deep blue and grey striped shirt, a periwinkle dress layered over it. As much as she was teased for it, Luna Lovegood's style was one I'd admired. No matter what she was throwing together, all of it fit so strangely well that the third year always looked consistently put together.

"Thank you, love," Luna said warmly, "As do you."

I smiled as we linked arms, making our way towards the Hogsmeade exit of the castle. Luna squealed as she stepped foot outside, gesturing to the faint flurries around us: The first snow of the season, much earlier than usual.