lust for a slytherin

a letter

"y/n!"
your mom exclaimed loudly from the bottom of the marble stairs.

"what is it mom ? i'm getting dressed !"

of course she said something in return, but you couldn't make out what it was. you slipped your favorite blue sweater on and headed downstairs.

"sorry it took so long i just had to fin-"
your heart stopped as soon as you stopped rambling.

your mom held up a letter with a pristine red seal. you would know that from anywhere.

"darling ! your acceptance letter came this morning ! you're going to hogwarts! now, this is a very important moment in your life, your father and i-"
blah blah blah. its obvious where you got your rambling from.

"ah there's my little girl !"
your father swept you up and into his arms. even though you've grown, he's never stopped treating you like his little girl.

he kissed your forehead and then called your mom into the main dining hall.

"ok, bye guys! i'm going to go to the weasleys to see if ron got his letter !"

you ran out your large front doors to feel the crisp air hit your rosy cheeks. you looked to the left to see the Malfoy Manor. you've always have been interested in them- but you've never had the courage to knock on their door. Mr. Malfoy and your father have always been friends, but you've never gotten past a "hello" from any of them.

you grabbed your broom and took of towards the Weasley home. flying has always been one of your favorite things to do. your father taught you how to play quidditch when you were only 5. it always calms your nerves, but this time was different. you were ecstatic to see your bestfriend.

you landed and ran inside. the weasleys have always treated you like one of their own.

"molly ! molly ! i finally got my hogwarts letter !"

"aw y/n that's wonderful ! ron got his this morning, he's up in his room if you want to go see him"

with those words you ran up the stairs and busted open ron's door. you saw him still in bed. his red hair was all messy and the covers were thrown all over the room.
"RON! I GOT MY LETTER! "

he shot out of bed and ran to his desk. he picked up and almost identical piece of parchment. you both screamed like little girls and started "casting spells" with pretzel sticks. you can already tell this year is going to be amazing.