Not Such a Pure-Blood Malfoy
A/N: Hi everybody! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while but I had to redo my plan for this story as it was confusing me. Luckily, everything's sorted now although it's possible that I'll end up finishing this fic soon *cheers of joy in the background* Hey!
Anyway, thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 4
The weeks before Christmas dragged by but Draco was getting used to the jeers of the other students by now and they started to die down a bit, mainly because Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles menacingly every time someone dared comment on Draco or his family.
Talia continued to write to Draco and although he had stopped replying, he never could resist reading what she had written anyway and sometimes he even got a twinge of guilt when he threw the letters into the fireplace which was very strange for him.
*I love upsetting people normally* he'd think to himself. *Why would I feel guilty about a muggle?*
*
Finally, the day came when all those going home for Christmas would pack their bags and board the Hogwarts Express back to platform 9 ¾ . Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were all going home so they hurried along with the others to the platform outside Hogwarts where their luggage was being loaded onto the train.
The journey back to the station was uneventful unless, of course, you counted the time when a chocolate frog jumped whole, down Goyle's enormous throat, making him cough and splutter while Crabbe guffawed stupidly next to him, and Draco was just thinking of getting up and finding a Gryffindor to torment when the train stopped.
*At last!* he thought, and jumped off the train to meet his parents.
"Did you have a good term, Darling?" his mother, Narcissa asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Yes thank you, Mother," Draco said as he turned to greet his father. No way was he going to tell them about Talia. If they found out he'd been corresponding with a muggle by choice, he'd be shamed for life.
* The first few days of the holidays went very well for Draco. He hadn't mentioned Talia at all. In fact, he hadn't received a letter from her for a while now. Things were going fine until, one bright but cold afternoon, Lucius Malfoy casually mentioned the day in Diagon Ally when Draco had first met Talia.
"Oh, Draco," he said, looking up from the book he was reading ('Where to Hide Illegal Magical Items'). "I've been meaning to ask you. Who was that girl you were talking to in Diagon Ally before you started school?"
Draco felt his insides go as cold as the weather. What would he say?
"Um, oh no one. Just a girl from Hogwarts," he said, trying to keep his voice casual.
"Hmm," came the answer. Lucius had gone back to his book.
Draco breathed an inward sigh of relief. His father was just curious, that was all.
"I'm just going for a walk," Draco called, fastening his cloak and slipping out of the front door. He thought he'd better stay out of his father's way incase Lucius got bored of reading and decided to question him some more.
As he walked over the frosty path that he usually followed when going for a walk, Draco became so lost in his own thoughts that he walked right into someone, knocking them over. As he absent-mindedly apologised, helping the person to their feet, he heard a familiar voice say "That's OK, Draco Malfoy."
He looked up suddenly and yelped, letting go of the person's hand as though he'd been stung. Stood in front of him, wrapped up in muggle clothing and smiling at him, was Talia.
"W - Where did you come from?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I made you jump. I was just wondering around Diagon Ally. I guess I must have wondered too far," Talia replied, looking at her surroundings. "In fact, I think I'm lost."
"That's all right," Draco said. "I was just going for a walk. I could walk you back to Diagon Ally if you like." Inside, he was thinking *what am I saying? She's a muggle! I should just leave her here to freeze!* but he couldn't help it. Talia was the first real friend he'd ever had. Of course he had Crabbe and Goyle but they were more like bodyguards than friends and everyone else only liked him either because he was rich or because he had an important father.
"Hey Draco," Talia said after they'd been walking in silence for a while. "Why don't you write to me anymore?"
Draco was afraid she'd ask that. He paused, thinking and then decided to do what he'd never done before: tell the truth.
"Talia, I -"
*Tell her to get lost!* shouted a voice in his head. *Tell her to find another muggle to write to!*
"The truth is - well, it's because of my family," Draco said in a rush.
"Your family?" Talia asked, looking at him.
"Well, it's sort of hard to explain. My family -" Draco sighed. *Well, I might as well be blunt.* he thought.
"It's because my family don't like muggles. I know it sounds silly but my family are all pure-blood wizards and they think magic people are better than non-magic people." He said, awkwardly. "I stopped writing to you because I was afraid I'd get into trouble with them if they found out."
"Oh." said Talia, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I understand. I just thought we could be friends. Of course I understand if you don't want to."
An awkward silence followed. *Oh well, that's that then. We don't have to worry about her anymore.* said the voice in Draco's head.
"No," Draco said suddenly.
"What?" said Talia, looking up.
Draco couldn't believe what he was about to say. After biting his lip uncertainly, he said quickly "We could still write to each other."
Talia looked at him in surprise. "But what about your family?"
"Well, they haven't found out yet. If we're careful, they'd never know."
"Well, ok then. If you want to." Talia replied in a more cheerful tone.
They'd been talking for so long, that they almost walked right through Diagon Ally.
"Thanks Draco. I know my way home from here now."
"Ok then. I'll write to you soon. Bye."
"Bye."
After Talia had disappeared out of sight, the voice in Draco's head came back again.
*Idiot!* it said. *Why did you have to open your big mouth? You could have gotten rid of her for good!*
*I opened my big mouth,* his nicer half answered, *because she's the best friend I've ever had.*
A/N: Wow! This is the longest chapter I've written so far! Please review and tell me if you like this long chapter of if you prefer reading smaller chapters. I'm afraid that the next chapter might be the last of this fanfic but as I said, it was only supposed to be a short fanfic to get me used to being an author on ff.net instead of just a reader. Thanks for reading!
A/N: Hi everybody! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while but I had to redo my plan for this story as it was confusing me. Luckily, everything's sorted now although it's possible that I'll end up finishing this fic soon *cheers of joy in the background* Hey!
Anyway, thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 4
The weeks before Christmas dragged by but Draco was getting used to the jeers of the other students by now and they started to die down a bit, mainly because Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles menacingly every time someone dared comment on Draco or his family.
Talia continued to write to Draco and although he had stopped replying, he never could resist reading what she had written anyway and sometimes he even got a twinge of guilt when he threw the letters into the fireplace which was very strange for him.
*I love upsetting people normally* he'd think to himself. *Why would I feel guilty about a muggle?*
*
Finally, the day came when all those going home for Christmas would pack their bags and board the Hogwarts Express back to platform 9 ¾ . Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were all going home so they hurried along with the others to the platform outside Hogwarts where their luggage was being loaded onto the train.
The journey back to the station was uneventful unless, of course, you counted the time when a chocolate frog jumped whole, down Goyle's enormous throat, making him cough and splutter while Crabbe guffawed stupidly next to him, and Draco was just thinking of getting up and finding a Gryffindor to torment when the train stopped.
*At last!* he thought, and jumped off the train to meet his parents.
"Did you have a good term, Darling?" his mother, Narcissa asked, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Yes thank you, Mother," Draco said as he turned to greet his father. No way was he going to tell them about Talia. If they found out he'd been corresponding with a muggle by choice, he'd be shamed for life.
* The first few days of the holidays went very well for Draco. He hadn't mentioned Talia at all. In fact, he hadn't received a letter from her for a while now. Things were going fine until, one bright but cold afternoon, Lucius Malfoy casually mentioned the day in Diagon Ally when Draco had first met Talia.
"Oh, Draco," he said, looking up from the book he was reading ('Where to Hide Illegal Magical Items'). "I've been meaning to ask you. Who was that girl you were talking to in Diagon Ally before you started school?"
Draco felt his insides go as cold as the weather. What would he say?
"Um, oh no one. Just a girl from Hogwarts," he said, trying to keep his voice casual.
"Hmm," came the answer. Lucius had gone back to his book.
Draco breathed an inward sigh of relief. His father was just curious, that was all.
"I'm just going for a walk," Draco called, fastening his cloak and slipping out of the front door. He thought he'd better stay out of his father's way incase Lucius got bored of reading and decided to question him some more.
As he walked over the frosty path that he usually followed when going for a walk, Draco became so lost in his own thoughts that he walked right into someone, knocking them over. As he absent-mindedly apologised, helping the person to their feet, he heard a familiar voice say "That's OK, Draco Malfoy."
He looked up suddenly and yelped, letting go of the person's hand as though he'd been stung. Stood in front of him, wrapped up in muggle clothing and smiling at him, was Talia.
"W - Where did you come from?" Draco asked, surprised.
"Oh, I'm sorry if I made you jump. I was just wondering around Diagon Ally. I guess I must have wondered too far," Talia replied, looking at her surroundings. "In fact, I think I'm lost."
"That's all right," Draco said. "I was just going for a walk. I could walk you back to Diagon Ally if you like." Inside, he was thinking *what am I saying? She's a muggle! I should just leave her here to freeze!* but he couldn't help it. Talia was the first real friend he'd ever had. Of course he had Crabbe and Goyle but they were more like bodyguards than friends and everyone else only liked him either because he was rich or because he had an important father.
"Hey Draco," Talia said after they'd been walking in silence for a while. "Why don't you write to me anymore?"
Draco was afraid she'd ask that. He paused, thinking and then decided to do what he'd never done before: tell the truth.
"Talia, I -"
*Tell her to get lost!* shouted a voice in his head. *Tell her to find another muggle to write to!*
"The truth is - well, it's because of my family," Draco said in a rush.
"Your family?" Talia asked, looking at him.
"Well, it's sort of hard to explain. My family -" Draco sighed. *Well, I might as well be blunt.* he thought.
"It's because my family don't like muggles. I know it sounds silly but my family are all pure-blood wizards and they think magic people are better than non-magic people." He said, awkwardly. "I stopped writing to you because I was afraid I'd get into trouble with them if they found out."
"Oh." said Talia, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I understand. I just thought we could be friends. Of course I understand if you don't want to."
An awkward silence followed. *Oh well, that's that then. We don't have to worry about her anymore.* said the voice in Draco's head.
"No," Draco said suddenly.
"What?" said Talia, looking up.
Draco couldn't believe what he was about to say. After biting his lip uncertainly, he said quickly "We could still write to each other."
Talia looked at him in surprise. "But what about your family?"
"Well, they haven't found out yet. If we're careful, they'd never know."
"Well, ok then. If you want to." Talia replied in a more cheerful tone.
They'd been talking for so long, that they almost walked right through Diagon Ally.
"Thanks Draco. I know my way home from here now."
"Ok then. I'll write to you soon. Bye."
"Bye."
After Talia had disappeared out of sight, the voice in Draco's head came back again.
*Idiot!* it said. *Why did you have to open your big mouth? You could have gotten rid of her for good!*
*I opened my big mouth,* his nicer half answered, *because she's the best friend I've ever had.*
A/N: Wow! This is the longest chapter I've written so far! Please review and tell me if you like this long chapter of if you prefer reading smaller chapters. I'm afraid that the next chapter might be the last of this fanfic but as I said, it was only supposed to be a short fanfic to get me used to being an author on ff.net instead of just a reader. Thanks for reading!