After Saving Draco [ONGOING / REWRITING]

chapter one

Tala. 245 days before May 4, 1999.

"Here take this," Draco ordered mindlessly as he handed me another coat on top of the pile I was already carrying. "And this — oh, this one's small and nice. Take it."

Growing impatient as I've been following him around different shops in London all day, I dropped the pile of clothes and shoes I was carrying onto the ground.

"Draco," I scolded as I folded my arms across my chest. "Can you stop being a girl for a second? We don't have time to go shopping all day!" I pulled him away from the rack of clothes, trying to get him to leave the store.

"Hyperactive ferret," he hissed as he pulled away from me, picking up the piles of clothes from the ground and shoving it to me to carry again. "Let me pay for these first and we'll go."

I scrunched up my face at him and tilted my head. "I have my own money, I'll pay for it."

"Don't be a dumb girl," Draco scoffed as he crossed his arms at me. "What's the point in being wealthy if I can't spoil you rotten with it?"

My ears turned red at his sweet yet malicious words, sighing and giving in as he paid for bags of clothes and shoes for me. I spent half of the day getting fitted and dressed by him, feeling like some doll that he was playing with. After we left the store, he seemed proud of himself for buying both our clothes and was in a good mood.

We took a taxi to the Leaky Couldron and entered through the pub to reach Diagonal Alley. It was where everyone would buy their school supplies and get fitted for robes, buying wands and familiars to take to school. Even though I was a Year 7 student, I felt like a first year since I had never experienced it before. Dumbledore bought all my supplies at first and Draco and I never returned after Year 6 until now.

After getting all our books, robes, and supplies; we went inside Ollivander's since I never found my wand again after the war, before running away to the cottage with Draco. But before we could even say a word to Mr. Ollivander, he left for a few minutes and came back with a box with my name written on the top.

"Ah, Miss Blackwell!" Ollivander greeted me. "Nice to see you're well since we last saw each other at the cottage." He opened the box and revealed an exact replica of my old wand. "I knew you'd walk through those doors at any moment so I made it in advanced. 8 inches, Sycamore wood, dragon heartstring just as Dumbledore first requested."

I greeted him back and picked up the wand, a yellow glow casting on me from the shop's roof as I touched it. I admired the carvings of stars that ran across the handle of the deep copper wand, missing it after so long.

"Dumbledore took a particular liking to you, you know," Ollivander smiled sadly. "He made sure the wand was perfectly customized to your appearance and personality to a tea."

I smiled at him sadly and thanked him, feeling my heart ache knowing that it's been over a year since Dumbledore had died. Over a year since that night in the astronomy tower, where I was going to kill him myself just to protect Draco's innocence. I felt so guilty, Dumbledore was always so kind to me but I was too selfish back then to care.

So as I paid for my own wand even though Draco insisted to pay for it, we left the store and began to make our way to Kings Cross Station. Draco knew what was going through my mind at that moment, and he didn't even know how to use Legilimency. And so he wrapped his arm around my neck in a loving manner as we walked, both of us pushing carts full of shopping bags and luggages.

"It's okay Tiny," Draco said. "It wasn't your fault, it's all in the past now."

We took another taxi to the train station at Kings Cross and walked to a platform that was between 9 and 10. Draco said the Hogwarts express was on the other side of the wall. I wondered if he was just playing with me when he said we would need to run through platform 9 3/4. I thought he just wanted to laugh at me as I crashed against the wall.