Chapter 1
Francis opened her eyes, she looked at the window, where she recognised the Malfoy's owl flying about. She jumped out of bed and let him in, she stroked his ear as she undid her letter from Draco off his leg, and gave him some water.
She eagerly opened the letter, having not heard from her best friend for nearly two weeks. As she saw Draco's small writing, she smiled and began reading.
Dear Francis,
How are you? I just got some great news! They've made me Head boy! Father was so pleased he bought me a new broom! We're going to Diagon Alley next Monday, just an owl to let you know, I'll meet you outside Gringots.
Draco
Francis smiled, then she wondered who the head girl would be, then it hit her, how could it NOT be it had to be that dirty Mudblood Granger.
This thought had put Francis in a foul mood all day, she had always worked hard, never been in any trouble, why did Granger get everything good!
Her Mother had questioned her on her mood,
'Oh, I got an owl off Draco!' Francis replied offhand, as they were sat in the dining room.
'Oh, that's nice, what did it say?' her dim witted Mother had said, in a dreamy sort of voice (she was still convinced they were going to get married and produce superior Grand children for her to spoil)
'He's been appointed head boy!' Francis said, as she picked at her chicken breast.
Then her Father said, in a disappointed way, 'Why, then, are you not head girl?' Francis sighed; 'That Mudblood Granger will have got it!' she didn't dare look up at her Fathers face.
All she heard was his large exhale, and he turned back to reading the Daily Prophet.
Francis looked up, 'I'm finished, may I leave the table?' she asked.
'You may!' her Mother said, dreamily, a lot like Pro. Trelawny does.
Francis climbed the stairs; she headed for her room, and sat down on her bed. She was going to be entering her seventh, and final year, at Hogwarts in two weeks, the sooner the better in her mind, she hated being stuck at home, with no company except her dim-witted Mother, Her stony faced Father, who went out every day, and there small house elf.
Thee week had dripped away slowly, but finally the day had come for her to go and buy her school supplies from Diagon Alley. She had asked her parents if they were going to come with her, they had both said no, so she had travelled by floo powder, and nearly missed the grate, alone.
When she had arrived in Diagon Alley, she headed for Gringots, having wiped the soot off her clothes.
She smiled, when she saw, what she considered to be, a friendly face.
'Draco!' she said, running up to her best friend, and hugging him.
'Hey Fran!' he smiled back at her, 'How are you?'
Francis looked at him, as they walked towards 'Quality Quidditch Supplies',
'I'm OK!' she replied, then she looked at him, 'Enough about me!' she smirked, 'Congratulations!' she laughed as he stuck his chest out, a stupid smirk on his face.
'Thanks!' he made a face, Francis looked in the direction of his eyes, and mimicked his face,
'Bet you she's head girl!' she said, as she watched Ron, Harry and Hermione laughing.
Francis looked at the trio; Ron had obviously said something funny, as they were all laughing. Hermione looked far more attractive than she ever had, she must have discovered make up Francis assumed and Harry and Ron had padded out, there once baggy robes, now clinging, in the right places, Francis thought with a cheeky smile.
Francis opened her eyes, she looked at the window, where she recognised the Malfoy's owl flying about. She jumped out of bed and let him in, she stroked his ear as she undid her letter from Draco off his leg, and gave him some water.
She eagerly opened the letter, having not heard from her best friend for nearly two weeks. As she saw Draco's small writing, she smiled and began reading.
Dear Francis,
How are you? I just got some great news! They've made me Head boy! Father was so pleased he bought me a new broom! We're going to Diagon Alley next Monday, just an owl to let you know, I'll meet you outside Gringots.
Draco
Francis smiled, then she wondered who the head girl would be, then it hit her, how could it NOT be it had to be that dirty Mudblood Granger.
This thought had put Francis in a foul mood all day, she had always worked hard, never been in any trouble, why did Granger get everything good!
Her Mother had questioned her on her mood,
'Oh, I got an owl off Draco!' Francis replied offhand, as they were sat in the dining room.
'Oh, that's nice, what did it say?' her dim witted Mother had said, in a dreamy sort of voice (she was still convinced they were going to get married and produce superior Grand children for her to spoil)
'He's been appointed head boy!' Francis said, as she picked at her chicken breast.
Then her Father said, in a disappointed way, 'Why, then, are you not head girl?' Francis sighed; 'That Mudblood Granger will have got it!' she didn't dare look up at her Fathers face.
All she heard was his large exhale, and he turned back to reading the Daily Prophet.
Francis looked up, 'I'm finished, may I leave the table?' she asked.
'You may!' her Mother said, dreamily, a lot like Pro. Trelawny does.
Francis climbed the stairs; she headed for her room, and sat down on her bed. She was going to be entering her seventh, and final year, at Hogwarts in two weeks, the sooner the better in her mind, she hated being stuck at home, with no company except her dim-witted Mother, Her stony faced Father, who went out every day, and there small house elf.
Thee week had dripped away slowly, but finally the day had come for her to go and buy her school supplies from Diagon Alley. She had asked her parents if they were going to come with her, they had both said no, so she had travelled by floo powder, and nearly missed the grate, alone.
When she had arrived in Diagon Alley, she headed for Gringots, having wiped the soot off her clothes.
She smiled, when she saw, what she considered to be, a friendly face.
'Draco!' she said, running up to her best friend, and hugging him.
'Hey Fran!' he smiled back at her, 'How are you?'
Francis looked at him, as they walked towards 'Quality Quidditch Supplies',
'I'm OK!' she replied, then she looked at him, 'Enough about me!' she smirked, 'Congratulations!' she laughed as he stuck his chest out, a stupid smirk on his face.
'Thanks!' he made a face, Francis looked in the direction of his eyes, and mimicked his face,
'Bet you she's head girl!' she said, as she watched Ron, Harry and Hermione laughing.
Francis looked at the trio; Ron had obviously said something funny, as they were all laughing. Hermione looked far more attractive than she ever had, she must have discovered make up Francis assumed and Harry and Ron had padded out, there once baggy robes, now clinging, in the right places, Francis thought with a cheeky smile.