Disclaimer: I do not, in any way profit nor own the creative rights of Harry Potter that belong to J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: The years where this story takes place is altered to a more modern time, timings and situations have been modified and etc.
A Disgrace Upon Both
Chapter 1: Prologue
I grimaced as soon as I saw him walk through the door. My parents giving Mr and Mrs Malfoy a friendly welcoming greeting. My face was repulsed at the site of the young Malfoy who gave my mother a courteous kiss on the cheek and a firm hand shake to my father.
My family was a prestigious pure blood family that took great pride in their heritage. Our family were good friends with the Malfoys since my parents had befriended them at their time at Hogwarts. My whole family was in Slytherin you see, however four years ago I had been sorted into Gryffindor. Although my parents still loved me they despised the fact I was put into their rival House, even complaining to the Headmaster about it. But there was nothing they, nor Dumbledore could do. The Sorting Hat was a strong tradition that dated back to when the school was first established so it was out of their hands.
I was much different to the rest of my family, which is why I'm distant towards my grandparents, uncles, aunt and cousins. But my parents still chose to stick by me, but still ashamed of the fact I was a Gryffindor to the point they never wanted to mention it. To be honest, I preferred the fact I wasn't in Slytherin, even if it disappointed my family. I made a number of trustworthy friends and was having a much better time then I would have in Slytherin, but of course I never told them that. My parents would die from shock if they found out I was best friends with a mudblood, a Weasley and the infamous Harry Potter himself.
I knew Draco Malfoy since we were little and we both loathed each other since the day we met. We were complete polar opposites and explosions occurred every time we encountered one another. However my parents were quite fond of him to my dismay and every summer holidays his family would come to visit us.
"My Draco, you seem to be getting more handsome the more I see you!" My mother exclaimed. He stood there with a confident smirk on his face.
"Oh really? To me it seems quite the opposite," I mumbled to myself crossing my arms.
Young Malfoy shot me an intimidating glare, his icy, cold blue eyes shooting daggers. My mother gave me a slight elbow in the rib cage to be nice. To her utter disbelief as to why I hated him.
"Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy it's very nice to see you," I greeted bowing my head in respect.
I came from a family with high expectations of etiquette, however whenever my parents weren't around my informal language was quite foul.
"As it is to see you. You remember my son Draco, I believe you two attend Hogwarts together?" Mr. Malfoy asked.
"Master Malfoy," I addressed trying to hide the tone of irritation through my teeth.
"Alex," Draco nodded his head.
I shot up at him as he used my first name. He and I both knew we were strictly on a last name basis. He smirked, delighted at my annoyance.
"Shall we begin dinner?" My mother smiled from ear to ear proceeding us into the dining room.
Mr. Malfoy sat at one of the heads of the table and beside him on each corner was Mrs. Malfoy and Draco. My father sat opposite of him where my mother sat next to Mrs. Malfoy and I forced to sit in my usual seat when we had the Malfoys over for dinner, which was unfortunately next to Draco.
The house elves had brought out plates of food and nervously poured our glasses. I could see our house elf Quinton was shaking his hand profusely, clattering the bottle of water against the glass.
"Here," I said taking the bottle from his grip and pouring it myself.
I handed the bottle back to him where he gave me a heart felt smile.
"Stupid house elf can't even pour a glass of water," Draco muttered in disgust.
"Neither can you obviously," I replied.
His mouth opened agape but before he could retort my father shot his head up from his plate.
"How is work at the Ministry Lucius?" My father beamed.
"Quite well, we're still searching for that ferocious Hippogriff that attacked my son last year," He replied.
"That beast was vicious," My father sneered.
I let out a small scoff of amusement, where my mother and Draco gave me a threatening look. I remembered the day where he had cried when it attacked him, and the annoying day after where he boasted around the school that he had survived from the 'ghastly beast'. Buckbeak was hardly a threat, harmless practically. Unless you had the stupidity of a Malfoy to walk up to it and call it a git. Luckily I knew Hagrid had kept Buckbeak safe somewhere.
"I can't wait to see that mangy thing get put down," Draco sneered.
"Well it seemed harmless when I went up to it, I even got to ride it," I said avoiding eye contact with Draco.
"Alex!" My mother exclaimed dropping her fork in shock.
"You could have gotten yourself killed!" My father feared.
I rolled my eyes their ignorance as Mr. Malfoy eyed me.
"Draco tells me you're in Gryffindor?" He asked.
My parents faces had dropped and remained silent, hiding their shame.
"Yes," I replied simply ignoring my parents embarrassment.
"He also told me that you befriended a Weasley," He continued.
My parents looked up at me in shock.
"Yes, he's very friendly-," I began.
"You never told us this!" My dad said outraged.
"You never asked," I replied. "You never do," I mumbled to myself.
"And a mudblood," Draco piped.
My parents gasped in disgrace.
"Her, Potter, Weasley and that mudblood are always runnin' around the school causing trouble," Draco spat.
"Potter? As in Harry Potter?" My mother gasped.
Draco nodded his head yes.
"Alex Amelia Moore!" My father outraged.
I cracked a death glare at Draco who wore a triumphant grin on his face.
"No wonder we've been getting all those letters from Hogwarts, being surrounded with bad influences!" My mother said as I rolled my eyes.
"I can't decide what's worse, the mudblood, the Weasley or Potter," My father said in disgust.
Count on the Malfoys to stir up trouble five minutes into the dinner.
"We need to take her out of that school Alfred," My mother glanced at my father worried.
"Honestly father I don't see what's so bad about them, they're good people," I defended.
"Tch. Hardly, those disgusting muggle lovers are always up to no good," Draco scoffed.
I looked at him angry and stomped on his foot underneath the table.
"Ow!" He cried bumping his knee under the table.
I innocently dabbed my napkin around my mouth. "May I please be excused?" I chimed.
"Yes," My father sighed burying his face into his hands in anxiety. My mother comforted him putting her hands around his back.
Ignoring them, I got up from my seat heading up to my room.
"I don't know what that girl has turned into!" I heard my father exclaim as I walked up the stairs.
I slammed the door of my room shut and grunted in frustration. Stupid Malfoy, opening his big mouth to get me into trouble. He couldn't of left me with two more years of peace from my parents, bad enough they loathed the fact I was a Gryffindor. I hated how they all thought they were better than everyone else, from muggles to muggle lovers. Talking about them as if they weren't even human.
I heard a tapping on my window and saw a snowy white owl pecking the glass.
"Hedwig!" I cheered happily opening the window to let her in.
She dropped a letter into my hands and flew over to my dresser to rest. Opening it I knew it was a letter from Harry.
Dear Alex,
How have your holidays been? Probably as bad as mine, I'd much rather stay with the Dursley's then have weekly visits from the Malfoys. We both just have to bare with it until school starts soon. Luckily Ron saved me and let me stay at the Burrow with the rest of his family, Hermione's staying there too. Pity you can't come, they all send you their regards. Hermione, Ron and I are going to Diagon Alley before the end of the holidays before school starts, would you're parents let you go?
Yours sincerely,
Harry
I sat as my desk pulling out a blank piece parchment, dabbing my blue quill into the ink bottle.
Dear Harry,
I can't wait for school to start, but I'll still be seeing Malfoy's ugly mug around, I can never get away from that boy! Last week my parents actually made me stay at the Malfoy Manor when they went out of town for the weekend for work. His two sidekicks Crabbe and Goyle were their too, they kept trying to creep up behind me to scare me. Tell Fred and George I said thank you for the helpful birthday present. The punching telescope gave Goyle a black eye, so that got them off my back for the remainder of my stay.
I'm so jealous that you get to stay with the Weasleys, tell everyone I send my regards. Let me know when you guys are heading to Diagon Alley, I'll just tell my parents I'm getting school supplies by myself. I can't wait to catch up with you all soon.
Yours sincerely,
Alex
I folded the parchment, placing it in an envelope. Hedwig flew down resting on my arm, quietly hooting. I gave her an owl treat and handed her the letter. I gently stroked its feather before she headed out the window.
I smiled down at the letter Harry sent me excited to see them all soon, they all knew the situation I had with my parents. I sighed lying back down on to my bed.
"Letter from your boyfriend?"
I sat up to see Malfoy standing at my doorway, leaning against it with his arm crossed.
"Jealous?" I asked smugly.
"Of that twat? I thought you'd think better of me," He scoffed.
"Obviously I don't," I said rolling my eyes. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have anymore people to dob on?" I asked.
"I was just warning your good parents the dangers their daughter's getting up to," He replied.
"So you see Harry as a threat?" I smirked.
"Don't even try to get all smart with me," He threatened. "You filthy muggle lover," He spat in disgust. "Do you like the fact that you're a complete disgrace to your highly respected family?" He asked.
"Shut up Malfoy," I cursed glaring at him intently.
"Oh, touchy. You're not so clever now aren't you?" He smirked.
"First off Malfoy don't you ever go near my room," I snarled beginning to poke my finger into the middle of his chest forcing him to walk backwards. "Second, why don't you shut the bloody hell up about my family before I..." I began realising I had pushed him out to the top of the staircase.
"Before what? You hex me? Spells are forbidden outside of school," He smirked.
"So you can cry to your daddy about it? I don't think so," I jeered and giving him one final poke.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed waving his arms frantically about in the air. His heel began to lean backwards of the step causing him to roll down the staircase with a loud bang as he landed at the bottom of the staircase.
Our parents both rushed out of the dining room standing over where Draco laid, my father helping him up.
"Somebody's a bit clumsy," I giggled innocently, my mother shooting me a fuming stare. "Well it was lovely seeing you again Mr and Mrs Malfoy but I do have to start packing my trunk for Hogwarts. Same time next year?" I smiled winking down at Draco and headed back into my room.
