Not Such a Pure-blood Malfoy
A/N: Hey everyone. Thanks to those of you who reviewed! I originally started this fanfic to help with my writers block that I had (and still have) for the original fantasy story I'm writing at the mo so if I want to be a professional someday, I've been told I must have a professional attitude and write for myself. This means that I must write purely for the sake of writing (so basically, whether anyone likes this fanfic or not, I'll still write it 'til the end so I'm afraid you're stuck with me! ()
To VenusDeOmnipotent: Thanks for the lovely review! I have decided to take your advice and make this a story of friendship rather than a romance fic. I was never very good at romance anyway and friendship fits the plot better.
Chapter 3
"A MUGGLE!" Draco yelled at Crabbe and Goyle who were the only ones in the Slytherin common room apart from him. "How can she be a Muggle?"
By now, Crabbe and Goyle knew the full story of Draco meeting Talia in Diagon Ally. Malfoy hadn't really had much choice but to tell them about his new friend when he seemed to spend every spare moment in the owlery.
They sniggered stupidly at the thought of a Malfoy befriending a Muggle but stopped abruptly when Draco shot a furious glare at them then continued to rant and rave about Muggles.
".They shouldn't be allowed in Diagon Ally even if they are related to a mudblood!"
*
At first, Draco thought it would be all right if he just stopped writing to Talia and forgot all about her but then something happened that day that could leave his reputation in tatters: Talia's Ravenclaw sister received another letter from Talia telling her the name of the boy she met in Diagon Ally.
The news spread like wildfire around Hogwarts and it was all Draco could do to stop himself running out of class to avoid the taunts and jeers of the other students. The Gryffindors thought Christmas and birthdays had come all at once.
*What on earth am I going to do? * Draco thought to himself after the other Slytherin boys had fallen asleep and he gained the peace of his four- poster. *If word of this gets out of Hogwarts and Father finds out, I'm doomed! * he thought miserably, burying his head under his pillow.
*
The next day, Draco was bending down putting on his socks and getting ready for another day of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and even his fellow Slytherins laughing at him when his owl flew through the doorway of the dormitory and deposited a letter on his head. Cursing and muttering about how he must write home for a better owl, Draco sat up and picked up the letter. The envelope was made of paper rather than parchment and the ink on the front had definitely not been anywhere near a quill. Draco froze, wondering whether to open it or just throw it away. She was a Muggle and he knew they wouldn't have been friends if he had known that from the start. *It's all her fault* he thought furiously and was about to tear the letter in half when his curiosity got the better of him and he opened it. It read:
Dear Draco,
How are you? My sister, Marigold has written to me and told me about something called Kwikspell. She said that it's a course non-magic people can take to learn magic and it might work on me because I'm related to someone who has magic. Wouldn't that be great? I've always wished I could have magic like her and now I might be able to! Let's just hope it works! It's the Christmas holidays soon and Marigold is coming home. Are you going home for Christmas? If you are, would you like to meet again?
Reply soon, Talia
Draco didn't know what to make of it. If she was going to learn magic, she wouldn't be classed as a Muggle anymore. However, this small hope faded quickly when his pessimistic side reminded him that she would be a mud blood and while that was a step up from being a Muggle, it was still less than half-blood and Slytherins, especially Malfoys, just didn't mix with that sort of person.
*I'll just have to ignore her* he thought.
Then after realising he was late for breakfast, he shot out of the dormitory and towards the Great Hall with one thought in his head: *Deny, deny, deny.*
A/N: I know I should be writing for myself but it gives me great satisfaction when I see that someone else had enjoyed my story too so review, review, review!
A/N: Hey everyone. Thanks to those of you who reviewed! I originally started this fanfic to help with my writers block that I had (and still have) for the original fantasy story I'm writing at the mo so if I want to be a professional someday, I've been told I must have a professional attitude and write for myself. This means that I must write purely for the sake of writing (so basically, whether anyone likes this fanfic or not, I'll still write it 'til the end so I'm afraid you're stuck with me! ()
To VenusDeOmnipotent: Thanks for the lovely review! I have decided to take your advice and make this a story of friendship rather than a romance fic. I was never very good at romance anyway and friendship fits the plot better.
Chapter 3
"A MUGGLE!" Draco yelled at Crabbe and Goyle who were the only ones in the Slytherin common room apart from him. "How can she be a Muggle?"
By now, Crabbe and Goyle knew the full story of Draco meeting Talia in Diagon Ally. Malfoy hadn't really had much choice but to tell them about his new friend when he seemed to spend every spare moment in the owlery.
They sniggered stupidly at the thought of a Malfoy befriending a Muggle but stopped abruptly when Draco shot a furious glare at them then continued to rant and rave about Muggles.
".They shouldn't be allowed in Diagon Ally even if they are related to a mudblood!"
*
At first, Draco thought it would be all right if he just stopped writing to Talia and forgot all about her but then something happened that day that could leave his reputation in tatters: Talia's Ravenclaw sister received another letter from Talia telling her the name of the boy she met in Diagon Ally.
The news spread like wildfire around Hogwarts and it was all Draco could do to stop himself running out of class to avoid the taunts and jeers of the other students. The Gryffindors thought Christmas and birthdays had come all at once.
*What on earth am I going to do? * Draco thought to himself after the other Slytherin boys had fallen asleep and he gained the peace of his four- poster. *If word of this gets out of Hogwarts and Father finds out, I'm doomed! * he thought miserably, burying his head under his pillow.
*
The next day, Draco was bending down putting on his socks and getting ready for another day of Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and even his fellow Slytherins laughing at him when his owl flew through the doorway of the dormitory and deposited a letter on his head. Cursing and muttering about how he must write home for a better owl, Draco sat up and picked up the letter. The envelope was made of paper rather than parchment and the ink on the front had definitely not been anywhere near a quill. Draco froze, wondering whether to open it or just throw it away. She was a Muggle and he knew they wouldn't have been friends if he had known that from the start. *It's all her fault* he thought furiously and was about to tear the letter in half when his curiosity got the better of him and he opened it. It read:
Dear Draco,
How are you? My sister, Marigold has written to me and told me about something called Kwikspell. She said that it's a course non-magic people can take to learn magic and it might work on me because I'm related to someone who has magic. Wouldn't that be great? I've always wished I could have magic like her and now I might be able to! Let's just hope it works! It's the Christmas holidays soon and Marigold is coming home. Are you going home for Christmas? If you are, would you like to meet again?
Reply soon, Talia
Draco didn't know what to make of it. If she was going to learn magic, she wouldn't be classed as a Muggle anymore. However, this small hope faded quickly when his pessimistic side reminded him that she would be a mud blood and while that was a step up from being a Muggle, it was still less than half-blood and Slytherins, especially Malfoys, just didn't mix with that sort of person.
*I'll just have to ignore her* he thought.
Then after realising he was late for breakfast, he shot out of the dormitory and towards the Great Hall with one thought in his head: *Deny, deny, deny.*
A/N: I know I should be writing for myself but it gives me great satisfaction when I see that someone else had enjoyed my story too so review, review, review!