So I've been gone for forever but I'm still writing. Hopefully I'll be posting more in the next few months, although I must admit Forever and Ever is at the back of my to-do list, sorry. However, I do have multiple Harry Potter fics in the work that will hopefully see the light of day soon. This is just a little one-shot from Draco's POV. I love getting into his head lol. Anyways without further ado, I give you A Moment.
Disclaimer: I'm a broke uni student who owns nothing Harry Potter except her set of books, movies, and a wand I made for myself with hot glue and a chopstick. J.K. Rowling owns the characters, I just enjoy playing with them.
All it took was a moment; a single moment for her to be out of my reach forever. Crabbe and Goyle are talking about her with Parkinson and I only hear one word while I look at her.
Mudblood.
She's different than I thought she would be, not that I have ever really imagined her before now. Father said that mudbloods are the scum of the earth; ugly vile creatures that pollute our world. They are supposed to be stupid and unfit to reside among real witches and wizards. But she looks normal to me.
Sure, her hair is rather unruly and her teeth are a bit too big for her mouth but she looks normal, perhaps a bit plain, but not ugly. If it weren't for her blood I might even say she is pretty, in an unremarkable way. Plain frizzy brown hair, simple brown eyes, average size, if not a bit petite. She isn't extraordinary by any means, but she looks nothing like what I was expecting. No snaggle tooth or hunched back. Nothing to differentiate her from us.
She is supposed to be different. And in a way she is, but not how she is meant to be. She isn't ugly. She isn't dirty or scruffy. She doesn't look like some beast, and she doesn't show any signs of creature like stupidity. In fact, she seems quite intelligent, pulling out her wand to levitate her trunk onto the train from the platform. We haven't even started being taught how to use are magic, yet she already seems confident in her abilities.
How can some imposter like her seem to blend into my world so well? From what I can see she is much more powerful than Crabbe and Goyle combined and they're both purebloods. It doesn't make sense. She doesn't make sense.
She makes me curious; curious to know why she isn't all that I've been told. But she is out of reach. Father would not approve of me trying to figure out the mudblood, even speaking to her would be wrong.
It was less than a second, maybe half a second, but it changed everything. Because of her blood I could never associate myself with her. How could she be this way? Weren't all mudbloods filthy stupid animals? Why was she different? Or were all mudbloods like her? I've never seen one before now. Does that mean Father is wrong?
I don't know.