"Cher – CHER!" That awkward feeling you feel when a hand pushes you off your very own bed, causing you to fall off ungracefully. Us Malfoys are supposed to be graceful, but apparently Luna doesn't care much about that.
"Finally!" She huffed, whipping her long blond hair back. Dabbing very carefully on her light pink lips that looked stunning along with her dead pale skin, she turned towards me and sighed, offended either by my presence or morning looks. "You look horrifying. You're an embarrassment."
Offended and finding a need to defend myself, I snapped back, "Big deal, dead Barbie."
She snapped her head towards me in a matter of seconds lividly as she looked at me, the same dead glare in her eyes. If she weren't breathing at this very moment I would have thought she was dead – I mean seriously, her skin is scary pale.
"Cher, you need to start worrying about your looks. In a matter of days your off for your first day to Hogwarts, and what do you do? Sleep until it's like 4 in the afternoon. Look at me," She said, vainly pointing at herself, "I wake up at 6 – on the dot – and get ready for the day that's coming. And my looks, of course."
"Not everyone is as pretty as you, dead Barbie." I grumble as I sit up and push my covers lazily back on my bed. She looks like she's ready to strangle me, but the next second her face turns into a pretty smile as she takes me by the forearms and makes me face my full-sized mirror.
"Cherlyn Malfoy," She begins. "Daughter of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. You signify them, honey. And that's why you're getting a makeover."
I barely registered her last words as I stared at myself in the mirror. I had Luna's long blond locks too, except for the fact that it was messily tied up in a quick bun. The pale blond hair came from our dad, that I'm sure. I have my mum's skin tone, a light tan which is slightly pale, and Luna inherited my father's pale skin tone to an exaggeration. I mean, my dad certainly does not have a dead skin tone like Luna does. Gray eyes? Sure, I had 'em. Luna was stacked with mum's brown eyes.
Not to forget Jas too. He had our mum's brown hair and our dad's steely gray eyes – just like me – and mum's skin tone.
I have Ken and Barbie as my siblings, and I currently have no name for myself. Over the summer Luna bothered to name me 'Cherry', which isn't so bad as 'Dead Barbie' like I call her or 'Brunette Ken' like I call Jasper, but everyone soon picked it up and I end up blushing when they call me Cherry. It would be more sibling rivalry-ish if they picked up a name like 'Blond Sloth' or something along those lines, but no, Jas and Luna are special kids. Point made.
"Wait, what?"
"Oh, ever so clueless." Luna sighed dramatically. "Cherry darling, I'm giving you a makeover!"
Before I can even come up with a snarky attack, the door creaks open and we both turn to see Mum with a hesitant and annoyed look in her face.
"Cherry, awake yet?"
"Yes." I respond, smiling. "Just that dead Barbie here won't let me shower."
"That remind me," Mum begins. "Luna, you should be finished packing by now – right?"
Luna's face flushes. "Yeah! I'll just – um – give it finishing touches!" She yells as she runs off to her room.
"She did not pack." I state bluntly as a smile teases Mum's lips.
"Cherlyn, have you packed yet?"
"Well… my term doesn't start until next week, while as Luna and Jas start theirs today…" I start slowly. Raising an eyebrow, Mum still doesn't look satisfied. "I'll just take a quick shower and begin to pack. Dad's taking me to Diagon Alley, right?"
"Indeed." Mum responds. "I need to get Luna and Jasper ready to head to Hogwarts. Your dad won't mind – as a matter of fact, he should be arriving soon."
"'Kay," I respond as she heads back downstairs and I pick up a variety of clothes and walk into my bathroom. When I come out, my hair is leaking like a waterfall and ends up wetting the back of my shirt, causing me to change my shirt again. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts – which I will start this year – so I'm pretty excited to see if I'm useful in a way.
In a matter of minutes I'm dressed in what Jas considers 'Muggle Clothing', a simple green shirt and gray baggy pants, along with a pair of flats. As soon as my hair stops dripping, I tie it into my signature messed up bun and smile at myself.
I'm just going to be plain ol' Cherlyn Malfoy, the Blond Sloth, this year. Of course, as long as Luna doesn't interfere – I fear that most.
As far as I know, Jas and Luna haven't mentioned a little sister to their friends just yet. Nor do I expect them to – their friends will end up wanting me to end up in Slytherin just like Jas and Luna did. Probably consider me 'cool' or 'hot' due to the fact that Jas, according to his constant bragging, is the hottest one there, along with Luna aside him. I just hope I end up in another house to spare the embarrassment.
Hearing a knock at the door, I turn as the door opens, Dad coming in.
"Ready?" He smiles at me.
"Yes." I say, following him as he leads me downstairs.
"Oh perfect," Jas comments as soon as he sees me. I resist the urge to roll my eyes as soon as he continues, "Look at her, already supporting Slytherin. I'm so proud."
"Shut it, brunette Ken." I snap as Dad and Mum simply laughed.
It must be disappointing to have 2 Slytherin children. Mum told me before that during her Hogwarts years, in which she was in Gryffindor, Slytherin was their worst rival. Just to make her proud, I'm determined in ending up in Gryffindor. Of course, I'm not mentioning this to Dad, Jas or Luna – I don't want to die before I get to Hogwarts.
Dad was a proud Slytherin – partly. I soon learned that because of his father he felt it mandatory to be proud to be a Slytherin – if that made any sense. He wanted his father to be proud of him – which was why he had been cold towards Mum during their beginning years. When he fell into the climax of evil, he managed to save himself. His personality began to change from snotty and proud (Surprisingly, I was entertained by this piece) to kind and caring. I couldn't help but wonder if the same thing would happen to Jas or Luna, as inspired as I was by his story.
"We better be going," Dad said, snapping me out of thoughts. "I'm going to Apparate us to Diagon Alley."
"Apparate?"I asked, intrigued.
"You'll learn soon," Jas chuckled. "Not the best experience."
"Be careful, Draco," I heard my mother call as they both pecked each other before Mum continued stuffing stuff into Luna's suitcase, who was currently trying to sneak a bottle of what Muggles called, 'Whip Cream', something Luna began her obsession with when we had gone to visit America last summer. It was rather a comedic scene as I saw Dad and Mum try to snatch the bottle off of Luna's hands, who was screaming protectively and running around the kitchen. Our family bonding can be so weird at times.
Jas was dressed in his robes – fancy and clean Muggle clothes underneath. A button down green shirt with jeans and dress shoes. It would have been hilarious if it wasn't for the fact that Jas was made for this – his model like appearance and hair that would make girls faint. He deserves Brunette Ken in his birth certificate.
With his arms crossed and a smile tugging his lips as he watched Luna run around frantically, he almost seemed – mature. Adult-ish. Something I would never expect from Jas, who was usually stuck up and proud. He must of noticed me staring because he looked down at me and smirked.
"Fancy a chase, Miss Cherlyn Malfoy?"
"Why not, Mr. Jasper Malfoy?"
And with that, he ran after me, completing that family bonding moment.
Tsk, tsk. I should be ashamed of myself for starting another fanfic XD
I've been reading the Harry Potter books lately, and Dramione has been stuck in my mind! That's where I wondered, how would it be if instead of Ron, Hermione ended up with Draco? And from there, another story idea had come up – following Ms. Cherlyn Malfoy, daughter of Draco and Hermione, throughout her years in Hogwarts with constant bothers, rivalry, and new relationships. I promise this isn't one of those mary-sue-ish stories, Cher is going to face a shitload of crap while in her years. Uhm. This chappie is pretty short, but it's just the beginning. I'll try my best to make them longer as I proceed with the story.
Keep reading, loveys, I'll be updating weekly (or at least I'll try XD) and review if you can, I'd love to hear your thoughts on how I started off.
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