Not Such a Pure-Blood Malfoy
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could, I can't write that well so of course I don't own Harry Potter or anything from it. The wonderful (and not evil) JK Rowling does :)
A/N: I know this may look like a Mary-Sue at first, but it's not, I promise so please don't stop reading just because of that.
Chapter 1
It was a hot, sunny day in London and behind an old pub that only magical eyes could see, in a crooked and narrow street, two people had just appeared out of the wall. One was tall with long, silvery-blonde hair, obviously an adult. He wore a long, black cloak over equally black robes and was looking around him with a sneer on his face as if to say 'I'm so much better than you!'
The person next to him was a boy of no more than 16 years. He also had silvery-blonde hair but it wasn't as long as the man's. He looked around him with the same sort of sneer on his face. The boy was just about to head for a shop called 'Quality Quiddich Supplies' when the man called to him.
"Draco, I have some business to attend to in the Leaky Cauldron. Will you be alright on your own?"
"Of course I will, Father," Draco replied, slightly annoyed. When would his father learn that he was old enough to look after himself now?
"Good. Go and get yourself an ice cream or something. I shouldn't be gone long. See you in a minute."
The man turned as a voice from the pub called "Ah, there you are, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco headed towards the ice cream parlour, thinking of cooling off before he went to have a look at the new Quiddich supplies. His grey eyes followed down a list of unusual flavours before choosing a peanut butter and strawberry sundae. He sat down at one of the few tables that were in the shade (the sun really was hot today) and began on the layer of strawberry cream on the top of his sundae. He was just about to get to the syrup when he noticed a girl sitting at the table next to him.
There were usually quite a few girls at the ice cream parlour and Draco had never taken much notice of them before but he felt strangely draw to this particular girl. She looked very pretty, sitting there with her golden-blonde hair falling about her shoulders, eating a pineapple and pumpkin sundae. Draco watched her for a minute or two, wondering why he had never noticed her before when, at that moment, she looked up at him, flashing her deep, chestnut eyes in his direction. He was about to look away when the girl caught Draco's eyes and smiled. He couldn't help but smile back. She motioned for Draco to come and join her, which he did so immediately.
"Hello," the girl said as Draco sat down and placed his ice cream carefully on the table.
"Hello," he answered. "I haven't seen you round here before."
"Well, I don't really come here as often as I'd like," the girl said, swallowing a spoonful of pumpkin syrup. "My name's Talia, by the way. Talia Budden."
"I'm Draco Malfoy."
Draco and Talia carried on talking about anything from Quiddich to owls right until Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, came back.
"Come along, Draco. I said I wouldn't be long. Say goodbye to your friend."
"Goodbye," Draco said mournfully to Talia. Luckily, they had already agreed to write to each other by owl.
"Oh! I almost forgot to ask you, what house are you in?" Draco called as a babble of noise broke out from the pub wall where at least nine witches and wizards had appeared.
"Oh, I -"
But Talia's last words were lost in the sea of people and Draco's father yelling at Draco to hurry up didn't make it any easier to hear her.
A/N: So what do you think? This is my first ever fanfic so please be nice and any constructive criticism would be much appreciated so please review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could, I can't write that well so of course I don't own Harry Potter or anything from it. The wonderful (and not evil) JK Rowling does :)
A/N: I know this may look like a Mary-Sue at first, but it's not, I promise so please don't stop reading just because of that.
Chapter 1
It was a hot, sunny day in London and behind an old pub that only magical eyes could see, in a crooked and narrow street, two people had just appeared out of the wall. One was tall with long, silvery-blonde hair, obviously an adult. He wore a long, black cloak over equally black robes and was looking around him with a sneer on his face as if to say 'I'm so much better than you!'
The person next to him was a boy of no more than 16 years. He also had silvery-blonde hair but it wasn't as long as the man's. He looked around him with the same sort of sneer on his face. The boy was just about to head for a shop called 'Quality Quiddich Supplies' when the man called to him.
"Draco, I have some business to attend to in the Leaky Cauldron. Will you be alright on your own?"
"Of course I will, Father," Draco replied, slightly annoyed. When would his father learn that he was old enough to look after himself now?
"Good. Go and get yourself an ice cream or something. I shouldn't be gone long. See you in a minute."
The man turned as a voice from the pub called "Ah, there you are, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco headed towards the ice cream parlour, thinking of cooling off before he went to have a look at the new Quiddich supplies. His grey eyes followed down a list of unusual flavours before choosing a peanut butter and strawberry sundae. He sat down at one of the few tables that were in the shade (the sun really was hot today) and began on the layer of strawberry cream on the top of his sundae. He was just about to get to the syrup when he noticed a girl sitting at the table next to him.
There were usually quite a few girls at the ice cream parlour and Draco had never taken much notice of them before but he felt strangely draw to this particular girl. She looked very pretty, sitting there with her golden-blonde hair falling about her shoulders, eating a pineapple and pumpkin sundae. Draco watched her for a minute or two, wondering why he had never noticed her before when, at that moment, she looked up at him, flashing her deep, chestnut eyes in his direction. He was about to look away when the girl caught Draco's eyes and smiled. He couldn't help but smile back. She motioned for Draco to come and join her, which he did so immediately.
"Hello," the girl said as Draco sat down and placed his ice cream carefully on the table.
"Hello," he answered. "I haven't seen you round here before."
"Well, I don't really come here as often as I'd like," the girl said, swallowing a spoonful of pumpkin syrup. "My name's Talia, by the way. Talia Budden."
"I'm Draco Malfoy."
Draco and Talia carried on talking about anything from Quiddich to owls right until Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, came back.
"Come along, Draco. I said I wouldn't be long. Say goodbye to your friend."
"Goodbye," Draco said mournfully to Talia. Luckily, they had already agreed to write to each other by owl.
"Oh! I almost forgot to ask you, what house are you in?" Draco called as a babble of noise broke out from the pub wall where at least nine witches and wizards had appeared.
"Oh, I -"
But Talia's last words were lost in the sea of people and Draco's father yelling at Draco to hurry up didn't make it any easier to hear her.
A/N: So what do you think? This is my first ever fanfic so please be nice and any constructive criticism would be much appreciated so please review and tell me what you think!