A Match Made In Hell - Draco Malfoy

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"I called you down here to inform you that your Hogwarts letter has arrived."

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• Y/N POV •

I was sat at my desk in my large bedroom, an old literature book in my hand. Father said that I needed to read a few chapters each day. I didn't mind, however. Reading calms me- gives me a sense of comfort.

I wasn't quite focused on the book, though. I was distracted today, for no particular reason. Today was just one of those days, I guess.

Something about today was rather tranquil. Perhaps, it was simply the fact that it was raining. I've always loved the rain. There was just something special about rainy weather- something so serene, so soothing.

Even the mere sound of rain could calm me for days. It was the way the water droplets tapped on the window, creating an oddly satisfying sound that could make even the most energetic of people fall into a deep sleep.

And the aroma, too. Merlin, I just love the dewy scent of rain. It always makes me feel like I'm in the middle of a rain forest.

I sighed out of boredom and got up from my desk chair, making my way over to the door that led out to my personal balcony.

I opened the clear glass door, breathing in the fresh air and exhaling in content.

I suddenly heard a knock on my bedroom door. I closed the balcony door, making my way over to see who had knocked. I opened the door, only to be met with the sight of my house elf, Zinky.

I smiled kindly at him. I've always treated Zinky with kindness and respect. Father has told me stories of people who physically hurt their house elves, and it absolutely disgusts me. Why would people hurt a creature that serves them and does anything they ask? It genuinely baffles me.

I know that my mother used to have the same views as I do about the subject. Unfortunately, she passed away when I was just four years old. I never even got to know her. My father never told me exactly how she died, which irks me a bit, but I never push him to tell me. I know her death was hard on him.

Father says that I'm just like her. He claims that I got my ambition and sarcasm from her, and that my face is practically identical to hers.

"Miss Y/N, are you alright?" I heard Zinky ask. I realized that I had been zoning out.

"Yes, sorry," I shook my head. "What is it?"

"Master Callum has requested you in his office."

"Alright," I said, leaving my bedroom and making my way down the huge spiral staircase of the Evergreen Manor.

I thought of all the possible things my father would want to talk to me about. It's possible he noticed that I had skipped out on my reading yesterday, but I doubt it. I'm usually very sneaky and cunning whenever I skip my reading, or just anytime I do something behind his back. I'm very good at trickery, and I suppose that's why I rarely get caught.

I stood by my father's office doors. He noticed me and gestured his hand for me to come in. "Come and sit, darling. I have something to tell you."

I sat down, looking at my father sheepishly. "Am I in trouble?"

"No, no, you're not in trouble," he chuckled. "I called you down here to inform you that you're Hogwarts letter has arrived."

My face lit up. "I'm going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, it appears you are. But settle down, there's a few more things we have to discuss. As you know, our family is quite popular throughout the wizarding world. I must warn you that some people at Hogwarts- people that are far below you- might attempt to befriend you, simply because of your high status-"

"Yes, I know, father. People already do that."

"Let me finish. It is important that you know that those people are just foolish and desperate, and I advise you to stay away from them. Some of them may even try to use you for your wealth-"

"Don't worry, father, I can tell the difference between fake people-"

"Y/N," he warned.

"Sorry," I muttered. This was another quality I got from my mother; I talked a lot, and I wasn't afraid to say what I thought. I don't think it's a particularly bad thing, though.

"Anyway, I have a feeling that you're going to be sorted into Slytherin, which is the house your mother and I were sorted into. A lot of the Slytherins are like you. They're wealthy, too, and well-known. What I'm trying to tell you, is that you should stick with the ones who are most similar to you. Do you understand what I mean?"

"No need to worry, father. That's what I was already planning on doing."

"Alright," he nodded. "You can go now. By the way, we're going to visit Diagon Alley this week to get you the stuff you need for school."

"Okay," I said, standing up from my seat. "Oh, can I practice flying on my broom? I promise I'll stay in the yard."

"Isn't it raining?"

"I can deal with a little rain, dad," I chuckled.

I heard my father sigh. "Alright, but be careful."

"I promise, I will. Thank you!" I thanked him in a rushed voice before skipping away from his office to grab my broom. Excitement coursed through me as I thought about finally being able to attend Hogwarts.

I already knew it was going to be my second home.

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