Harry Potter And A Malfoy (under rewrite)

3. •*⁀➷ diagonally

The clicking and clacking of kids running on the floor echos through the air seconds after their foot hits the hard cobblestone.

The sunlight lingered down on the day, leaving its glory enhanced under its warmth, and causing dark shadows of the buildings around Y/n to tower over her.

She looks around, her eyes taking in the features of her surroundings. How some of the structures around her are covered with a thin blanket of dust, how some are spotless like they have just been built.

A violent cough tears her from her thoughts. Quickly, her head turns to her brother, who's choking on a jelly bean.

A scoff rolls from her lips, "You're so dramatic."

Y/n scoffs once the violent coughing stops. "You're so dramatic."

"I am not being dramatic. I could've died!"

"Oh, Merlin." She sighs as they weave their way through the noisy crowd, continuing their journey.

Whines come from her brother a few more minutes into walking. "Mum, why can't we go off by ourselves; we're responsible enough!"

Y/n smirks, "Yeah, Mum; you're talking to the most responsible kids here."

"Oh, I guess. Please meet us in Borgin and Burke's when you're finished." Narcissa smiles, patting Y/n on the head.

Lucius interjects the conversation, "You really think Y/n's responsible enough to be out there on her own?"

"Well, if Draco can go then why can't she?" Their mother asks, her soft fingers tucking stray strands of Y/n's hair behind her ears.

"Yeah, Father, why can't I go?" Y/n furrows her eyebrows.

His words struggle through gritted teeth before they escape in a snarl, "Fine...but if you pull any funny business — any at all, you'll be in your room for a week!"

"Lucius!"

"Okay. Thank you." She smiles nervously before nudging Draco and walking away. Her hands travel to her ears, pulling out the stray strands of hair that were planted there moments ago.

Those darn ghosts.

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"And them, Hagrid?" The small boy asks as he adjusts his round glasses. He points to a family of three. The mother and father seem tall compared to the small girl with a bob-cut hairstyle. Her black hair looking shiny even from far away.

"Those are the Parkinsons; real brat their daughter is if I say so myself," Hagrid mumbles through his beard, looking down at the small boy - Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

Harry nods, looking at a girl in the building across from him. The invisible like glass giving him a clear view of the blonde. She places her hand on an object that Harry doesn't recognize, but it's gold.

She picks it up and places one of her blue eyes on the skinnier end of it.

A grin paints her face as she places the object down and walks away.

"That's Y/n Malfoy, that is," Hagrid says. "I've heard some things about 'er - some good, some bad. I'm sure she'll be at Hogwarts, that one. Very intelligent I've heard she is. Professor McGonagall told me 'erself."

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Y/n walks into Ollivander's Wand Shop and beams as she looks around the place.

The lights are dimmed to a golden yellow, reflecting off of the hundreds of metal drawers and onto the floor. A few papers are scattered on the floor, along with a broken vase.