Quality Quidditch Supplies » DIAGON ALLEY . “Several boys of about Harry’s age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. “Look,” Harry heard one of them say, “the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —”
(A.N. Hey, Guys! I just have to say writing this was been a roller coaster. When y’all wanted this to be a part 2 I had no idea what the plot was going to be but @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch gave me such a good plot for it. I screen shot it of course but only half of it. IM A FUCKING DUMBASS! So I just wrote the story with what I had to work with. I messaged them and right when I finish writing I get their message that was sent an hour AGO. Go follow them because they dealt with all of my bullshit. Anyways, Enjoy O_o)
Snowflakes gracefully falling from the gray sky, find a place in the blond boy’s hair next to me who has his gaze set in the clouds.
“Princess it isn’t polite to stare you know.” The blond boy switched his gaze from the clouds to me. His normally blue-gray iris have shifted to light blue thanks to the snowy white surroundings.
Gripping his gloved hand a bit tighter I look down to the ground and blush. “Sorry.”
Draco gives a little chuckle and lifts my chin with his pointed finger.
His eyes directly into mine he says,”I love you.”
Feeling more heat come to my cheeks I replied softly,”I love you too, Draco.”
Moving his hand from my chin he puts it on my cheek chuckling he presses his warm lips against mine.
Swiping his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for permission, I open my mouth a bit to let his tongue roam my mouth.
Pulling away I move head into my elbow and sneeze.
“Are you cold, Love?”
“Yeah, a little bit,” I say tightening my house colored scarf around my neck.
“Go sit on that bench over there,” Draco pointed to one of the only benches that didn’t have any snow on it. “I’ll go get us some warm butterbeer.”
Going our separate ways Draco say from over his over his shoulder, “By the way Y/N you sneeze like a kitten.”
Laughing at his words I settle in the middle of the bench I wait for my ferret to come back.
Looking at the cloudy sky I feel a space beside me get occupied.
Looking to my left first I see a Slytherin I dread to see; Crabbe.
Crossing my arms over my chest I question,”What do you want?”
“Oh, me? Who said I wanted something?” Crabbe smirked
“Okay? If you don’t want anything I’ll be going.” I retort flipping my hair over my shoulder.
Standing up Crabbe grabs my forearm he murmurs, “Who said to get up, Princess?”
“I did! So LET GO of me!” I yelp at the tightness of his grip.
“Sit down, Princess.” Goyle threatened
“NO.” Struggling out of his grip.
“Let go of her!” A distant voice yelled.
Snapping my head towards the voice I see Draco with two mugs of Butterbeer making his way towards me and the unwanted Slytherin.
Draco pushing his way from the other Hogwarts students and the stores he gets stopped by Goyle.
“Princess I would sit because we’re about to get a show,” Crabbe smirks
I give the smirking Slytherin the death glare.
Turning my attention back to Goyle and Draco they were arguing until Draco drenched Goyle with the contents from one of the mugs.
Punching Goyle in the stomach. He runs passed Goyle and towards Crabbe and me.
Suddenly I feel two arms go around my waist and I get dragged down onto Crabbe lap.
Sitting on Crabbe lap I start to kick Crabbe with the heels of my boots.
“Stop that, Bitch.” Crabbe retorts digging his fingernails into my flesh.
Draco finally reaching us he looks at Crabbe with hate in his eyes.
“Let. Her. Go. Crabbe. Or I swear I will-”
“You’re so tough aren’t you, Malfoy. But I think you should really be a mate and –”
I feel Crabbe’s body tense looking at Draco for an answer his eyes hold confusion like mine.
Looking over Draco’s shoulder I see Professor Snape looking down on a Butterbeer covered Goyle.
Draco follows my gaze and see’s what I see.
“Shit.” Draco whispers
Snape’s black eyes move from the Butterbeer covered Slytherin to Crabbe, Draco, and me.
Goyle finger was pointed directly at us.
The greasy haired teacher started to make his way to the three of us.
“Draco, mate, no hard feelings, right? This whole thing is I mean was a joke.” Crabbe stuttered
“My ass.” I sassied
“Please don’t tell Snape-” trembled Crabbe
“Don’t tell me what, Mr.Crabbe?”
“Nothing, of course, sir.”
“Then why is Ms.L/N sitting on your lap?”
Releasing his grip from me he pushed me from his lap I almost hit the ground but Draco caught me before I did.
“I don’t know s-she just sat on me.”Crabbe stuttered
“Is that true Mr.Malfoy?”
“Of course not, Professor. He forced her to sit on him.” Draco said helping me to my feet.
“She even has marks to prove it.” Draco notes showing Snape the crested moons on my forearm.
Snape’s eyes examined my arm then examined the extremely looking Crabbe.
“Mr.Crabbe please come with me. Get Mr.Goyle too and meet me in my office.”
Crabbe slowly nodded and got up from the bench and went to go gather his other half.
“Mr.Malfoy since this is your first offense I will not tell your father about this. But if this happens again I’ll have no choice. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
Snape turned around sharply his black clock following him. He began to walk towards Hogwarts.
Draco moved his gaze from Snape to me. “Love, are you okay? I’m sorry I should have brought you with me. I–”
“Draco I’m fine just a little cold.”
“After all of that, you’re just a little cold?”
Draco chuckled grabbing my hand and placing a kiss on it.
“Let’s go warm you up them,” Draco said winking at me.
Chuckling at my red cheeks we made our way to the castle.
when seamus tries casting a patronus for the first time in a DA meeting, he thinks about when he arrived at hogwarts his first year. when the charm doesn’t work because the memory isn’t strong enough, he looks at dean and thinks about the time they first met and a silver fox sails out of his wand.
Notable Gryffindor Hermione Granger includes a letter in every muggle-born students’ acceptance packet inviting the muggle-borns and their families to shop in Diagon Alley with her and the others who would like to join, so she can field questions, and ensure that no one is overwhelmed the first day on the train.
“I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single
wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is in your
wand, gave another feather — just one other. It is very curious indeed
that you should be destined for this wand when its brother —
why, its brother gave you that scar.”
“Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious indeed how these
things happen. The wand chooses the wizard, remember… . I
think we must expect great things from you, Mr. Potter… . After
all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things — terrible,
yes, but great.”