Title: Shopping and Boys
Summary: The title says everything.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Know why? I'm not JK Rowling. (no surprise there)
I received my Hogwarts letter.
My parents figuratively jumped for joy when it happened. Mother's eyes twinkled and through them I could see her having a mental flip and Father just looked unsurprised, but proud. I was, naturally, excited as well; but the reality of it hit me pretty late. Probably because it was three in the morning when the owl arrived, so after I took the letter, gave it to my parents, went back to sleep, woke up again, ate breakfast and took a long and hot shower; I actually realised it.
I AM GOING TO HOGWARTS. Like, really.
Unfortunately I then had to face the obsessiveness (Is that even a word?) of my mother and be cleansed, exfoliated, toned and moisturised, shoved in my overly (awesomely) large walk-in wardrobe and squeezed into 15 different outfits (before she actually decided on one) and then carted off to Diagon Alley.
I was kind of, well, bored and annoyed.
The streets were bustling with parents dragging their kids around buying their school supplies and witches and wizards stocking up on magical artillery.
Then I spotted a familiar face. The boy had platinum blonde hair, pale skin and a signature smirk on his face.
"Draco!" I yelled out, running towards him.
"Val!" he replied, surprised.
My parents pushed through the crowd to join me and greet the Malfoys.
The Malfoy's and my family had been friends for generations- literally. My grandmother was Abraxas Malfoy's childhood sweetheart and friend, Narcissa (or Cissa) was my mother's best friend (and non biological twin) and Draco and I had been great friends ever since the tree-house incident.
Now, you're probably wondering what on earth the 'tree-house incident' was, right? Well, I'll tell you. It all started when Mrs. Malfoy invited us all over for lunch and she had insisted that Draco and I went and played in their new two bedrooms, one bathroom and two living room custom built tree-house. Now, Draco and I didn't really see eye to eye back then (he was six and I was seven) because he'd broken my (gold plated) rememberall on my fifth birthday. Anyway, we were playing in this tree-house when we found a draw full of potion ingredients. So, naturally, we decided to mix them all together and make a potion. But then we started arguing over which ingredient went where, how many times to stir and which stirrer to use.
And we failed to notice that the potion was bubbling away and changing colours every two seconds, and before we knew it, we had blown up the tree-house and turned the perfectly manicured lawn a deathly shade of purple.
Since then both our parents took it upon themselves to give us private tutoring in potions.
"You okay, Vally Mally?" Dracos voice snapped me out of my reminiscing, a smirk on his face.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I demanded, annoyed.
His smirk increased, if at was even possible.
"You know, if you keep smirking like that, you'll pre-maturely wrinkle" I informed him.
"What?" Narcissa squeaked, butting in, "Draco, stop smirking at once!"
He did as he was told and then gave me a death-stare. I just smirked in response.
"You too Valerie"-oh crap she said my full name-"wipe that smirk off your face, or I'll do it for you"
I gave him a death-stare and then tuned into my parents conversation.
-"going to Hogwarts this year" I heard my mother tell Narcissa.
"Yeah, It's a pity that Draco and Valerie are a year apart, we could have done the school shopping together" Cissy replied.
Oh yes, I thought, never mind the ACTUAL going to Hogwarts.
"Mm" Mother agreed," I heard that the Weasleys are still using hand-me-downs."
OH god, here comes the gossiping.
"Would it kill them to actually buy something?"
"Probably" my Mother answered and they both giggled.
"That's what happens when you become a blood-traitor, dear" Lucius cut in.
"Yes, it's a pity that they had to go and throw away that entire lineage just for mudbloods" My father agreed.
And with that happy note, my parents and I said goodbye to the Malfoys and went to Madame Malkins to get my robes.
"Hello, dear" the shop assistant said, smiling.
"I need robes for Hogwarts" I said with a superiority that made my parents smile and made the assistant squeak a response and rush to get Madame Malkin.
While I was getting my robes fitted my mother insisted that my robes by fitted with a control panel that would keep me from eating too much (or just enough in my books) and that my shirt was stain-proof. She even made sure my jumper (or sweater- whatever you want to call it) was body-hugging and not baggy.
After leaving (or escaping from) Madame Malkins we went and bought my cauldron, which –of course- my parents insisted get a solid gold inscription that, said my name.
The next stop was Ollivanders, for my wand. My parents waited outside the store while I went in to get my wand.
"Hello, and who might you be?" Mr Ollivander greeted me.
"Valerie Malymer"
"Ah yes, I remember giving your parents their wands. Your mother had an 11 inches, willow, with a Unicorn hair. Your father on the other hand had a 10 inches, oak, flexible, with a dragon heartstring core."
Woah, I thought, that's an impressive memory he's got there- I can't even remember what I had for breakfast yesterday.
"Cool..." I replied, inpatient. I WANT MY WAND!
"Now, which is your wand arm?"
"My right" I responded. He then measured: the length of my arm, the length of my neck, the distance between my thumb and my pinkie finger, the length of my forearm and the length of my middle finger.
"Right, try this one- 12 inches willow, flexible, with a phoenix feather core." He presented me with a wand.
I waved it and a nearby vase exploded.
"No, no, not that one... Hmmmm... What about this one- 11 inches, ebony wood, dragon heartstring core, very good for charms."
I gave it a flick, and out of the end came a spout of glittering blue flowers. I smiled- this was the wand, I could just feel it in my bones.
"Well, that will be 10 galleons" I handed over the money, and raced out to show my parents.
Then we went to the book store, where my parents left me to browse while they purchased my school books.
I wandered off to the section on magical creatures and began searching for books on vampirism.
I was desperately reaching up for a book on a high shelf, when I smelled it. Blood.
It was intoxicating. I looked around hungrily and spotted it- or, well, them. Two tall boys around my age were walking directly towards me. They both had ginger hair and freckles, and they looked like twins- and they smelled like twins.
"Need some-"
"-help, there?"
I looked confusedly between them for a few seconds- how the hell did they do that?
"You okay?" they asked in unison.
They sooo have telepathy.
"Yes it's just that this bloody bookcase is so high" I complained and kicked the base of the bookcase.
Then the (VERY HEAVY) book that I had just been reaching for promptly fell off the shelf and hit me on the head then bounced off and landed on my foot.
"OUCH!" I whined, one hand rubbing my head and one hand holding my foot- which probably wasn't the best idea, because before I knew it I had fallen down face first.
I wasn't on the ground for long though, for I soon felt two pairs of strong arms pull me up. As soon as I was standing, I turned to face the twins.
"Thanks" I said, flashing one of my lovely smiles.
They smiled back, reaching down for the book that had caused me all this trouble.
"So-
-Vampires, eh?" They asked.
"Yeah, just a subject of interest"
"Cool" They said in unison "We're-"
"Fred and-"
"George"
I smiled in response and gave them my hand to shake.
"I'm Valerie; I'm going to Hogwarts this year"
"Yeah" they said and added in an obvious attempt to impress me, "We're second years"
I decided to play along and replied in a dreamy tone, "That is sooo cool"
I was just about to say something else when my super-hearing (courtesy of vampirism) picked up the sound of my parents finishing their purchases and muttering something about 'where I had gotten off to now'.
"Well, I got to go" I said abruptly and started off in the opposite direction of the twins.
"It was nice meeting ya!" I called over my shoulder.
In the distance I could hear them say, "The pleasure was all ours" in unison and adding "totally".
Oh God, I thought, those are some good-looking twins.
Very good-looking.
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