Part of Your World
Chapter One
Ridiculous.
It was as though I didn't exist, never was and never would be. When I walked into the living room, mum and dad would continue as they were, and Draco would simply kick a House Elf. The bloody elf got more attention than I did. Only time I'd be acknowledged was if I asked a question, and despite my personality, I was pretty soft-spoken -They tended to play it off as they didn't hear me.
It wasn't my fault they produced a Squib.
Despite the fact that I was ignored in affections, I was positively pampered with all things luxorious. My room was cluttered with all of the finest furnatures, clothing, and books. I was a Malfoy afterall, and only the best for the Malfoys. Nothing indecent about their family, they weren't hiding any huge secrets from their Death Eater friends, Draco was their only child.
My arse.
"Is your room clean?"
Mother's head poked into my room, although she didn't look me in the eyes. She never did. Taking a quick glance around, she retreated back out, closing the door behind her, leaving me to be the way I was before. Alone. It wasn't as though I wallowed in this lonliness, I took it to my advantage. They were so terrified that word of their Squib daughter would break out, that I never got in trouble for any havoc I may have invoked. The lonliness was actually quite lovely.
The terrified faces Draco made when I scared him shitless were even lovelier.
"Mother, look at what she did!"
"Oh quiet, Draco."
"Mother!" He whined, glaring at me. "Bloody disgrace to the family."
"Draco, to your room!"
If I had magical abilities, I would hex him at any given chance I got. Of course, things weren't always like that between Draco and I. At one point in time, he was actually a model older brother. When I would fall and get hurt, he'd help me up and make sure I was okay; when I cried he'd make sure I was better, his ickle sister's happiness once meant the world to him. Thinking back on that now, damn that sounded like a load of bull.
When it was obvious that I would not be magically gifted like the rest of my family, mum and dad planned my funeral. Both their sides of the family were told that I was gravely ill and died, which was why I had to stay locked up in my room during parties and such. My room would be magically off-limits, and no one suspected a thing. Brilliant, wasn't it? Flawless, to where gifts or gold were offered to me whenever they'd see me sneaking out and almost foiling their plans.
Speaking of sneaking out, I tended to do that often. Not too far from our beautifully built mansion, rested a little, unknown cafe. I tended to pop out of my window and out past all of the hedges and gates, down the road and up the hill to the cozy little cafe. It was most comfortable when it was raining outside.
I found myself cozy up in a corner table for two, sipping my tea and poking at a biscuit. My phoenix-feathered boots rested on the table before me as I buried my face in some Muggle book I was reading for school. While Draco went to Hogwarts, I went to a private tutor to learn the ways of the Muggle world, while still being knowledgeable of the Wizarding World. In all honesty, the Muggles seemed far more advanced than the wizards, it was interesting.
The woman behind the counter, she owned the shop. Her name was Elaine Marks and she couldn't have been any older than fifty. From what I've seen, she made the best pastries in the world, and was the nicest lady I ever encountered. I suppose that didn't mean much, seeing as I never really encountered many people, but... She was what I expected mother to act like, how mother sometimes acted towards Draco. Elaine wore a warm smile at all times, her honey coloured eyes always cheerful. I was a regular down at the little cafe, she treated me well.
"Adelaide, dearie, you alrigh'?"
Washing off the counter, she winked over at me.
"I'm lovely, thank you."
I cradled the tea cup between my silver and green gloves, Slytherin colours ("She dirties them, wearing them like she's some bloody wizard!" "Draco, go to your room." "Mum, it's true! Tell her, father!" But daddy would simply sigh and leave the room, as always).
My grey blue eyes scanned the cafe, watching the cozy little couples rushing in to seek refuge from the rain, as I was left to my thoughts, sinking down in my seat to let the warmth from the tea cup dance over my face. It was a mix of hot and cold, the tea with the rainy air breezing in through the cracked open window beside me. I liked it, it was welcoming.
The bell rang, notifying that someone was entering the shop. My curiousity got the better of me, and I glanced up through my silvery blond hair, eyes widening. I knew him.
He was tall with broad shoulders, dark hair and eyes. What he was doing around here was beyond me, he should have been readying for his game. Viktor Krum was the youngest Seeker in professional Quidditch, or... Something like that. I didn't follow much of Quidditch, the sport itself being magical and quite silly, but I knew Krum. He was Bulgarian and his team was in the Quidditch World Cup this summer, which father and Draco were attending. Wouldn't Drakie be jealous hearing that I was in the same place as Viktor Krum.
Of course he noticed me staring, and stared back for a moment. I smiled, he nodded and walked up to the counter where Elaine went and waited on him. He got himself a coffee and a hot sandwhich, looked around and saw that there weren't any available chairs.
"Dela, would you?" She gestured to my feet on the chair then nodded her head to Krum, giving me a thumbs up behind his back.
I tried not to be excited about it, so did such, sighing loudly.
"I apologise for inconveniencing you." He took his seat, placing his plate down. His accent was so lovely.
"Not at all." I tried to sound bored, but it was hard not to be giddy. Sipping my tea, I watched him from over my book. "Shouldn't you be preparing for your game?"
Slightly taken off-gaurd, Krum sipped his coffee and glanced over at me. "A fan?" he asked, smiling slightly. "I vouldn't have guessed I vould have ran into someone here. Dela vas it?"
His actions were almost sheepish. Taking a bite from his sandwhich, I watched him for a moment before I replied.
"Adelaide, but... Dela works too."
I nodded. For some reason, I thought he would be more arrogant, being a big shot. Draco said that that Harry Potter was high up on his pedastool, so I guess it was only expected for me to expect such from Krum, he was terribly popular. He seemed pretty down to Earth though, and talked to me quite excitedly about the upcoming World Cup match, asking if I would be attending, cheering him on and such.
"My father and brother will be. In the Minister's box actually." Poking at my biscuit, I smiled small. "Draco is the favourite afterall."
He almost offered me a ticket before I explained how I didn't really care though, Quidditch wasn't really my thing. Never did I drop the hint that I wasn't magical, that I was simply thrown into that world with nothing but knowledge of it; hell, I didn't tell my life story to strangers anyway. He never asked, so why divulge things that weren't completely neccesary? Besides, I liked sitting and hearing his take on the Wizarding World, about Durmstrang, Bulgaria, and Quidditch.
They actually wanted Draco to go to Durmstrang over Hogwarts.
"Sorry to break up your little chat, loves," Elaine started clearing our empty plates and cups from the table. "But s'closing time."
Wow, time really flies when you're talking to someone. Normally the day dragged on back home.
"It was nice meeting you, Viktor. I wish you luck in your match."
"Let me valk you home." He offered, leaving a tip on the table for Elaine. "It's dark out, I'd feel better making sure you got home safely."
Funny how I went from beind totally invisible to my family, to suddenly being walked home by a famous Quidditch star.
Elaine winked at me as Krum and I headed to the door, I rolled my eyes and shook my head. It was just a friendly gesture.