DISCLAIMER: IF YOU TRULY BELIEVE IM TRYING TO IMPERSONATE J K ROWLING, THEN GROW UP XD I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE MARVELOUS CHARACTERS... IF I DID - WELL...
Heya! I truly believe there should be more Draco Malfoy/OC fanfictions out there and I'm gonna try make it happen. I'm quite proud of the plot i have in my head. It's going to be short and sweet (between 15 - 20 chapters long). :) I hope you enjoy! .
A pair of shiny, ice-blue eyes filled with awe and desire. The intent expression on his face held his red lips in a slightly protruded manner and his platinum hair fell like curtains in front of his concentrated eyes. The object in his hand was small but highly sought after by everyone in the world of wizardry. The Silver Snitch; the one and only, the unique wonder, the same unique wonder I reserved the moment I caught wind of its existence. Indeed, he was lucky to be holding it as no one was supposed to know of its whereabouts. I pretended I hadn't seen him clutching it and walked up to a man who seemed like he worked there.
"I'm here for the snitch?" I said to him pretty loudly. The blond head to my right snapped up to look at me. I didn't need to look at him to feel his cold eyes burning me.
"Ah yes, this gentleman insisted he look at it but it's all yours," he said as he led me to the till. He walked round while I edged over to the blonde.
"Sorry but that's been put under my name." I said to him, the anger in his eyes was directed solely at me. Reading him was like reading a children's book. He seemed to understand defeat and reluctantly handed it over. It was warm from his touch and I grasped it in my fist as I turned to pay for it.
"What are you going to do with it?" The boy asked. I turned around and eyed him up. He must have been in his last or second to last year of school.
"I don't know yet. I was thinking of taking it apart. Why?" I replied, waiting for his reaction. He must have wanted it really badly because his face went a sickly shade of white. A part of me felt uncomfortable. I didn't know anything about Quidditch and I couldn't care less about the Silver Snitch being what they called the 'one and only', but obviously this guy was going to get all nerdy about it.
"How much do you want?" He asked stiffly, taking his wallet out of his back pocket. He emptied it and thrust a fistful of notes towards me. I looked at the snitch in my hand and then looked back at him. I wondered how far he would go for a little toy.
"Sorry," I replied and immediately handed the object to the man behind the till who started to wrap it. I retrieved my money bag from my pocket and passed it over the counter.
The man returned the little bag and I thanked him before walking away, the bell above my head singing as I opened the door. I smiled, wondering how many seconds would go by before it rang again.
Ring.
"Wait!" a familiar voice called out. He jogged up to me and matched my pace. "What do you want for it? How much? 600? 7?"
"You've got serious problems with your short term memory; I don't want your money." I suddenly snapped, turning into a side road and walking faster.
"What do you want then?" He said grabbing my arm.
I stopped and turned to him.
"Right now? I want the snitch." I said, smiling before carrying on with my journey.
"If anyone should have the Snitch, it should at least be someone who knows what Quidditch is. You probably can't even spell it!"
"Keep talking to me like that and you won't get anything but a slap." I replied, smirking to myself. He didn't know the first thing about persuasion.
He followed me silently – like a deadly smell. We came out the side road and entered another busy street. Most of the people buzzing around were probably shopping for school stuff. There were only two weeks left before Hogwarts started the first school term. I led us into a deserted café and made our way to the back where no one could see us.
"I'm not leaving without that Snitch," He said as he sat opposite and stared straight into my eyes. I stared back and smiled. He was a source of good entertainment.
"Well don't hold your breath because I guarantee it will be your very last." I replied. I pulled the Snitch out of my bag and let its wings spread. I stared at it for a moment before grasping both of the wings.
"Hey what are you-"
I pulled them and they detached from the main body.
"I know what I'm doing." I said to him, placing the wings down. I picked up the silver ball and weighed it in my hand for a moment. It was lighter than a normal Snitch but no doubt made in the same way. I pressed down where the wings used to be and it began to open, beams of white light shooting out in all directions. I covered my face with one hand whilst I fiddled with the Snitch. I took out the middle and the light began to fade away.
"What the-"
"Shh."
The object on the palm of my hand was extremely precious. It was tiny and red, easily mistakable for a pebble. I held it out to the boy and he took it.
"What is it?" he asked. I picked up the wings, holding them by the tips and drifted them over the remains of the Snitch. The Silver quivered and slowly began to reattach itself to the wings. The Silver Snitch was whole again, looking untouched and brand-new.
"The Snitches heart. Every Snitch has one." I replied, putting it back in its box. "Except this one is different. A normal Snitch heart is a dull brown and doesn't shine when you open it. That's why I wanted the Silver Snitch. I wanted its heart."
He held it between his thumb and forefinger and stared at it. He then looked up at me curiously
"Does anyone else know about this?" He asked. He had a glint in his eyes.
"Just us." I replied and held my hand out. He pressed it into my palm but continued to look at me. He didn't speak or move; he just stared at me with his small, piercing pupils. Moments passed before I decided to break our gaze.
"I have to get going." I said, dropping the Snitch heart into my purse. I picked up all my bags and smiled at him before turning to leave.
"Hold on. What's your name?" He asked. I turned to him. He was standing, ready to leave like I was.
"Why does it matter?" I replied.
Silence.
He frowned at me. "Why do you have to make everything so complicated?"
I began to walk out the café and he followed me. "Tell me why you want the name of someone who can't even spell Quidditch." I said sarcastically.
"I might want to owl you sometime, happy?"
"Very happy." I walked through the busy street again and made my way to the fireplaces of Diagon Alley.
"Well?"
"Well what?" I was just teasing him now.
He grabbed my arm and pressed me against a wall. "Stop playing games, what's your name?"
I smiled at him. "Bianca Lloyd."
He let go of me and smirked. "Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you."
"Was it necessary to do that just for a name?" I asked, half shocked as i turned to walk.
"Probably not." he mumbled. "Didn't seem like you were going to give it to me."
I joined the line for the fireplace and stuck my hand in my bag. I withdrew the small box and handed it to Draco. He took it and looked at me confused.
"I don't need it anymore, take it." I said. I watched him fumble with his wallet and I smiled. He wasn't as bad as all that. "It's fine; I got what I paid for. The rest of it is worthless to me."
He stared at me long and hard before putting his wallet away. "Thanks," he said hesitantly.
"No problem." I smiled. The woman in front disappeared into the flames and I stepped forward.
"See you around," Draco called. I nodded and felt myself dissolve in the fire.
I appeared in my own fireplace and stepped out. I dumped my bags at the bottom of the stairs and jogged up to my room. After stepping over the clothes and books which made my room my own, I opened my wardrobe and took out a wooden box from the top shelf. Dust had collected and was thicker than ever, it had been a long while since I had found another Snitch heart, let alone a good quality one. I opened it and peered inside. All of them were dull, normal gold Snitch hearts. I pointed my wand at the box and muttered a few words. A separate compartment slid into place and I laid the Silver Snitch heart in it. It really was beautiful.
"Bianca!" I slammed the lid down and put it back where it belonged.
"Yeah?"
Silence.
I sighed and went downstairs. She always did this. The kitchen was cold as usual and I had to hug myself in order to keep my sanity.
"Yeah mum?" I grumbled.
"How did your shopping go? Did you get your books?" she asked, heating some water in a pot.
"Yeah, I got my robes too. I figured if I got into a different house I could always change the colour. How did the meeting go?" I replied, picking up the mail. I was expecting a letter from Hogwarts. They hadn't told me what house I would be in yet. I scanned each name but no luck.
"We decided to drop the charges. She obviously didn't have any marbles about her so we thought we'd just keep an eye on her instead. It's cheaper than getting a place sorted out for her."
"Ok, mum? Has Hogwarts sent us a letter yet?" I asked, opening the snack cupboard. I found an unopened box of Every Flavoured Beans and started to root around for the strawberry ones.
"We got a letter from them; I'm not sure if it's the one you want though."
"Where is it?" I popped three beans into my mouth and put the box away.
She turned to scan the room as if trying to remember where she had put it. "Oh, I put it in your room. Although in that mess I doubt even you can find it."
"Funny mum, real funny." I replied before sprinting upstairs once more. I clambered over my bed in order to avoid the junk on my floor and made it to my desk in one piece. A letter and a piece of rolled up parchment sat on the side of my desk and I picked them up. They both had my name on them; the letter had the Hogwarts seal on the back whilst the parchment was just a mystery. I opened it first and looked at the sender's name. Draco Malfoy. He must live nearby because no other letter would arrive so quickly.
How old are you? You don't go to Hogwarts but you look like you should be in school. My father is unfamiliar with your name, are you pureblood?
D. M.
I frowned at the rudeness of his message; he had no people skills whatsoever. I put it down and picked up the Hogwarts letter. I slid my finger in the gap and opened it. I knew of the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry and I also knew that Draco was in Slytherin – hence the Malfoy heritage. So ideally, anything but Gryffindor would be just fine.
I pulled the letter out and opened it. I skimmed through most of the bullshit and got to the bit I dreaded most. Too right I should have dreaded it. Gryffindor. What did that make me? Draco Malfoy's worst enemy. I picked up Draco's letter with my left hand and looked at both of them as if weighing the decisions. To make things a whole lot worse, Dumbledore already chose me as a replacement prefect no matter what house they put me in. It was the deal which determined which school to go to but it was this deal which made me more of an enemy than I already was.
Well I hope it was good :) My marvellous friend beta-ed it for me so a great thank you to Rob Lucci! 3
If you haven't read any of my stories before, you should be aware that you have to work for the NEXT CHAPTER. I already have it typed up so now all I need is five correct answers to this riddle! Please get it quickly, there is nothing worse than waiting around reading everyone's wrong answers and giving in in the end. I hate the wait :/
I am old and ancient
But full of spring.
I am precious to the school
But not who you think.
I cannot talk,
I cannot walk.
I can only groan
And whistle.
Who am I?
So... five right answers yes? XD