~~Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters except for Krystal, and
maybe any others I think up later along the line...would be nice to own
them though....ANYWAYS! Read and review please, this is my first fic and I
wanna know if I should continue on it. It's not much but if you think I
should keep going then I'll write more chapters and whatnot... Any
suggestions would also be appreciated. Thank you! ~~
Draco and his father were walking through Knockturn Alley, heading towards Borgin & Burkes, Draco holding tightly onto a large and ornately carved box filled with dark items to sell to Mr. Borgin when he accidentally ran into someone and dropped it. "Would you watch where you're going? Don't you know who I am?" he snarled as he bent down and picked the box back up, trying not to get the hem of his cloak in the mud. "I know very well who you are and I don't very much care, thank you. You were the one not paying attention. Learn to watch where you're going, or perhaps have someone else do it for you if you can't manage that simple task alone," came the reply from a cold voice and he stood back up, staring at what seemed to be a distorted mirror image of himself. It was a girl, same platinum blonde hair but longer, icy silvery-green eyes, about the same height; it sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh? And just who do you think you are?" he asked, shifting the weight of the box to his other arm. "Well I don't think I'm anybody. I know who I am and it's of no business to you so why don't you just mind your own."
"I do believe I asked you a question and I expect to be answered."
"We don't always get what we want now do we?"
"Who are you? I won't ask again."
"Then what? Will you demand to know? If it bothers you that much my name is Krystal Aleesa Malfoy and I have some things to attend to," she told him and started to leave but was caught by the arm. Draco had a steel tight grip on her upper arm with no intention of letting go, he scowled at her when he said, "You should be sent to Azkaban for impersonating a Malfoy." The girl pried his grip off her arm, "I am not impersonating anyone and it's not very polite insulting people who happen to be telling the truth you.manky git." With that said, she quickly turned and left leaving Draco standing there shocked and wide eyed as his father's cane landed on his shoulder and hearing his slow drawl, "Draco, Come along now." He muttered a quiet, "Yes father," and turned to follow, the girl's image etched into his mind.
There was a loud burst of chatter as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, a newly elected Prefect, left the Magical Menagerie, grateful for the breath of fresh air. They had gone inside to escape the heat of the mid-afternoon sun and to look at the animals since they had all gotten their books a couple hours before and were now heading over towards Quality Quidditch Supplies to look at the new brooms and things when they were stopped by some other Gryffindors to talk. Dean and Seamus were just saying good-bye when Fred and George came running over, panting, "Oh Ronnikins, mum's -- gonna kill you-- when she gets --hold of you." "Mind you, she might --have to catch you first, if you run." Ron paled, "What did I do this time?" Fred smirked and asked, "Where's your wand?" He quickly checked his pockets before his eyes got as big as saucers, "Oh no. I must have left it somewhere." when he looked up he saw his mother and the rest of the Weasley family headed toward them and decided that an escape would be best. And that's just what he did, grabbed Hermione and Harry and quickly ducked inside the first store he saw.
The twins were roaring with laughter as Molly Weasley walked over, slightly confused as she asked, "and just what is so funny, you two?" George took several deep breaths before he could answer, "Ron-you should have-seen his face-" Fred took over for his twin, "he thinks he-left his wand somewhere-and that he's gonna get in trouble for it-" They both continued laughing even when she hit them over the head and took Ron's wand to give it back.
Molly had just walked into the store when she accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to drop the books they'd been holding. Bending down to help pick the books up she apologized, "I'm so sorry dear, I guess I was preoccupied." The girl she handed the books back to just smiled politely and said, "Oh it's quite alright. It's not the first time today. Seems to be reoccurring." Mrs. Weasley found herself staring at her eyes. They were a sparkling but cold looking silver-green, with those eyes and the hair she would almost think the girl was a Malfoy, but she had been too polite to even be considered one. She apologized again and patted the girl's shoulder as she passed, Was that silk? The thought passed through her mind quickly as she encountered her quivering son, cornered in the store and gave him his wand back, explaining that the twins had played a joke on him.
"It figures, ya know? It really figures that they play it on me. It couldn't be Percy, or Bill, or Charlie; no it had to be me," Ron complained as they walked out of the store. He was walking backwards and not paying attention to Harry and Hermione trying to desperately to get him to watch where he was going until after her ran into someone, knocking the books and packages out of the person's hands. "Oh bloody hell!" the girl sighed, obviously frustrated as the four of them bent to help pick up her things. Harry handed her the last book and said, "I'm really sorry. We were trying to get him to pay attention to where he was going. I can pay for that if it's messed up." She shook her head, the blonde waves moving with the motion of her head and the slight breeze that picked up, "that's quite alright and unnecessary, thank you though. It's the third time today and I'm starting to get used to it. Maybe it's a sign or something," she said. Harry laughed, "Might be. You know, you look kind of familiar but I don't think I've ever seen you before." Smiling she stuffed the books into an empty bag and nodded to the three, "well thank you for your help. You go to Hogwarts right? Perhaps I'll see you on the train or something," she said and then left. "Well that was weird," Hermione said, crossing her arms. Ron nodded, him and Harry watching her leave, "sure, what ever you say Herm." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ AN: what'd you think? should i keep going? yes? no? What?
Draco and his father were walking through Knockturn Alley, heading towards Borgin & Burkes, Draco holding tightly onto a large and ornately carved box filled with dark items to sell to Mr. Borgin when he accidentally ran into someone and dropped it. "Would you watch where you're going? Don't you know who I am?" he snarled as he bent down and picked the box back up, trying not to get the hem of his cloak in the mud. "I know very well who you are and I don't very much care, thank you. You were the one not paying attention. Learn to watch where you're going, or perhaps have someone else do it for you if you can't manage that simple task alone," came the reply from a cold voice and he stood back up, staring at what seemed to be a distorted mirror image of himself. It was a girl, same platinum blonde hair but longer, icy silvery-green eyes, about the same height; it sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh? And just who do you think you are?" he asked, shifting the weight of the box to his other arm. "Well I don't think I'm anybody. I know who I am and it's of no business to you so why don't you just mind your own."
"I do believe I asked you a question and I expect to be answered."
"We don't always get what we want now do we?"
"Who are you? I won't ask again."
"Then what? Will you demand to know? If it bothers you that much my name is Krystal Aleesa Malfoy and I have some things to attend to," she told him and started to leave but was caught by the arm. Draco had a steel tight grip on her upper arm with no intention of letting go, he scowled at her when he said, "You should be sent to Azkaban for impersonating a Malfoy." The girl pried his grip off her arm, "I am not impersonating anyone and it's not very polite insulting people who happen to be telling the truth you.manky git." With that said, she quickly turned and left leaving Draco standing there shocked and wide eyed as his father's cane landed on his shoulder and hearing his slow drawl, "Draco, Come along now." He muttered a quiet, "Yes father," and turned to follow, the girl's image etched into his mind.
There was a loud burst of chatter as Harry, Ron, and Hermione, a newly elected Prefect, left the Magical Menagerie, grateful for the breath of fresh air. They had gone inside to escape the heat of the mid-afternoon sun and to look at the animals since they had all gotten their books a couple hours before and were now heading over towards Quality Quidditch Supplies to look at the new brooms and things when they were stopped by some other Gryffindors to talk. Dean and Seamus were just saying good-bye when Fred and George came running over, panting, "Oh Ronnikins, mum's -- gonna kill you-- when she gets --hold of you." "Mind you, she might --have to catch you first, if you run." Ron paled, "What did I do this time?" Fred smirked and asked, "Where's your wand?" He quickly checked his pockets before his eyes got as big as saucers, "Oh no. I must have left it somewhere." when he looked up he saw his mother and the rest of the Weasley family headed toward them and decided that an escape would be best. And that's just what he did, grabbed Hermione and Harry and quickly ducked inside the first store he saw.
The twins were roaring with laughter as Molly Weasley walked over, slightly confused as she asked, "and just what is so funny, you two?" George took several deep breaths before he could answer, "Ron-you should have-seen his face-" Fred took over for his twin, "he thinks he-left his wand somewhere-and that he's gonna get in trouble for it-" They both continued laughing even when she hit them over the head and took Ron's wand to give it back.
Molly had just walked into the store when she accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to drop the books they'd been holding. Bending down to help pick the books up she apologized, "I'm so sorry dear, I guess I was preoccupied." The girl she handed the books back to just smiled politely and said, "Oh it's quite alright. It's not the first time today. Seems to be reoccurring." Mrs. Weasley found herself staring at her eyes. They were a sparkling but cold looking silver-green, with those eyes and the hair she would almost think the girl was a Malfoy, but she had been too polite to even be considered one. She apologized again and patted the girl's shoulder as she passed, Was that silk? The thought passed through her mind quickly as she encountered her quivering son, cornered in the store and gave him his wand back, explaining that the twins had played a joke on him.
"It figures, ya know? It really figures that they play it on me. It couldn't be Percy, or Bill, or Charlie; no it had to be me," Ron complained as they walked out of the store. He was walking backwards and not paying attention to Harry and Hermione trying to desperately to get him to watch where he was going until after her ran into someone, knocking the books and packages out of the person's hands. "Oh bloody hell!" the girl sighed, obviously frustrated as the four of them bent to help pick up her things. Harry handed her the last book and said, "I'm really sorry. We were trying to get him to pay attention to where he was going. I can pay for that if it's messed up." She shook her head, the blonde waves moving with the motion of her head and the slight breeze that picked up, "that's quite alright and unnecessary, thank you though. It's the third time today and I'm starting to get used to it. Maybe it's a sign or something," she said. Harry laughed, "Might be. You know, you look kind of familiar but I don't think I've ever seen you before." Smiling she stuffed the books into an empty bag and nodded to the three, "well thank you for your help. You go to Hogwarts right? Perhaps I'll see you on the train or something," she said and then left. "Well that was weird," Hermione said, crossing her arms. Ron nodded, him and Harry watching her leave, "sure, what ever you say Herm." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ AN: what'd you think? should i keep going? yes? no? What?