Disclaimer: I do not own any JK Rowling characters. Princess Oliana is
mine.
As best as the parchment allowed, Draco could see the fiery red of her hair. The deep jade green of her eyes, her ivory skin. He felt his breath catch in his throat. Above his feelings for this girl, he suddenly saw the images that flashed in his mind of Crabbe and Goyle ogling over her, making snide and rude comments of their appearance together. He had to hide his feelings. 'Besides', he told himself, 'She's eleven years old. How mature could she be?'
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The Hogwarts Express sent steam billowing into the air as students said their goodbyes to their families and loaded trunks into their compartments. Draco sat silently with Crabbe and Goyle as they poked fun at the first years.
Draco felt the throb of Crabbe's elbow in his ribs. "Potter." He mumbled and tossed his big head towards the window.
Draco barely noticed. His mind was reeling with emotions knowing that soon he would meet his future wife, the woman who would continue the Malfoy line. To show some interest in the new school year, he put on his best scowl of a face and glared as Harry Potter walked past his compartment.
Watching the Boy Who Lived walk to his own compartment, Draco never even noticed the owl tapping at the glass of his window. Hermione Granger, a sixth year like himself and best friend of Harry's, stuck her head into view.
"Are you going to get your owl, or just let it fly to Hogwarts?"
Draco shot her a sarcastic look and muttered a horrible insult given to all muggle borns. "Mudblood."
He reached to his side and opened the window. Acting fairly relieved, the brown owl landed in his lap and lifted its leg. A thick parchment roll had been bound closely to its claws and its beak nipped at his finger.
He unrolled the parchment about an inch from the top, and saw an unrecognizable handwriting. Crabbe and Goyle seemed quite interested in the roll, and tried to look over his shoulder at the message.
"What are you two looking at?" He frowned. They cautiously backed away as he read.
'Dearest Draco,
Many years have gone by and now the time has come for our meeting. Father has told me all about you, and since your family is only now contacting us, I presume this is quite a shock for you. We will be together soon, my love.
Oliana.'
Draco sighed at her last sentence. 'We will be together soon, my love.' Love? He knew practically nothing about this girl, only she was five years his junior, and they were to be married. That, and she was a true heir of Slytherin.
Judging from the way she composed the letter, he figured she was quite mature for her age, and he suddenly found himself wondering which compartment she was in, or had she taken a different form of transportation? He held the letter close to his chest and took in the faint smell of perfume. She was quite mature indeed.
As best as the parchment allowed, Draco could see the fiery red of her hair. The deep jade green of her eyes, her ivory skin. He felt his breath catch in his throat. Above his feelings for this girl, he suddenly saw the images that flashed in his mind of Crabbe and Goyle ogling over her, making snide and rude comments of their appearance together. He had to hide his feelings. 'Besides', he told himself, 'She's eleven years old. How mature could she be?'
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The Hogwarts Express sent steam billowing into the air as students said their goodbyes to their families and loaded trunks into their compartments. Draco sat silently with Crabbe and Goyle as they poked fun at the first years.
Draco felt the throb of Crabbe's elbow in his ribs. "Potter." He mumbled and tossed his big head towards the window.
Draco barely noticed. His mind was reeling with emotions knowing that soon he would meet his future wife, the woman who would continue the Malfoy line. To show some interest in the new school year, he put on his best scowl of a face and glared as Harry Potter walked past his compartment.
Watching the Boy Who Lived walk to his own compartment, Draco never even noticed the owl tapping at the glass of his window. Hermione Granger, a sixth year like himself and best friend of Harry's, stuck her head into view.
"Are you going to get your owl, or just let it fly to Hogwarts?"
Draco shot her a sarcastic look and muttered a horrible insult given to all muggle borns. "Mudblood."
He reached to his side and opened the window. Acting fairly relieved, the brown owl landed in his lap and lifted its leg. A thick parchment roll had been bound closely to its claws and its beak nipped at his finger.
He unrolled the parchment about an inch from the top, and saw an unrecognizable handwriting. Crabbe and Goyle seemed quite interested in the roll, and tried to look over his shoulder at the message.
"What are you two looking at?" He frowned. They cautiously backed away as he read.
'Dearest Draco,
Many years have gone by and now the time has come for our meeting. Father has told me all about you, and since your family is only now contacting us, I presume this is quite a shock for you. We will be together soon, my love.
Oliana.'
Draco sighed at her last sentence. 'We will be together soon, my love.' Love? He knew practically nothing about this girl, only she was five years his junior, and they were to be married. That, and she was a true heir of Slytherin.
Judging from the way she composed the letter, he figured she was quite mature for her age, and he suddenly found himself wondering which compartment she was in, or had she taken a different form of transportation? He held the letter close to his chest and took in the faint smell of perfume. She was quite mature indeed.
