𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧

As Y/N woke up, the thought hit her.

She was seeing him tonight.

Her eyes sleepily gazed in the direction of her clock, which read 10:23AM. Meaning she only had six and a half hours to get ready.

"Shit!"

Without a second to spare, she jumped out of bed and walked down the main hallway to the bathroom.

She ran a bath, adding bubbles and a caramel swirl bath bomb (which reminded her of butterbeer), and got in. A relaxing soak is just what she needed, it was bitter frozen outside. Her favourite songs melted in the steam.

When she was done, she threw on a fluffy set of white pyjamas and headed downstairs, where her sister was sat at the bar, eating cereal. Y/n joined her, and made herself a coffee.

"Y/n?" Ophelia said. "Yes baby?"

"Are we going to the boy fancies house tonight?" Ophelia asked. Y/n launched forward and spat out her coffee.

How did a ten year old know?

"Erm, yeah. But this is our secret. Draco must not know I fancy him okay?" Ophelia nodded in response, completely unaware that she was silently begging her to keep her mouth shut in a subtle way.

Not long after, she headed upstairs to get ready, and as she opened the door, a jaw dropping beautiful dress was in a bag on her bed. The dress was sparkly black, that faded into a deep green colour at the ends.

"I got it for you this morning, it's Slytherin themed. Do you like it? Her mother asked, as she leant against her door.

"Mother I love it thankyou!" Y/n bellowed, pulling her in for a hug.

Her makeup was subtle but nice, with eyelashes and lip gloss to finish it off, she wore the elegant dress proudly that complimented her curves, with the black heels Pansy gifted her. Her hair was in blow-dry curls at the bottom. She looked at the time, 16:48PM. She took one last deep breath in before heading downstairs.

"That's my Princess" Scabior stood at the bottom of the stairs, gazing up at his daughter. The family headed to the fireplace and grabbed the floo powder.

As she walked up the concrete entrance to the manor, she gazed in awe at how beautiful the Manor looked. Her father knocked at the door and shortly after Narcissa answered. They all greeted each other and walked in. The big black staircase curled around next to the grand chandelier.

"Welcome my dear. Draco couldn't of picked a more beautiful girl, we are so pleased" Narcissa praised, cupping Y/n's face in her cold hands. Before she could correct her, a blonde boy came sauntering down the stairs in a black suit. Immediately, she looked away pretending not to see him, and locks eyes with Lucius instead.

"Scabior, excellent to see you " Lucius shook y/n's fathers hand. He gave a brief smile to her before walking to the dining hall with her parents.

Draco stood at the top of the staircase, looking down at y/n

'How bloody gorgeous is she?' Draco thought to himself.

"H-Hi Draco" Y/n stuttered nervously.

"Bloodstone" He approached her. She went in for a hug, slightly squeezing his neck with her arms. He didn't really hug back. Draco felt something he hadn't felt before. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach so he froze, and couldn't manage to lift his arms to hug her back. They headed for the dining room, Draco walking in front.

It was a long grand table, decorated with white and silver. Y/n sat between her parents, with Draco opposite. Lucius sat at the end looking pleased. Draco always described his father as cold and vicious, but seeing him talking away to her parents, he let a small smile slip out a couple of times.

Lucius grabbed a silver bucket and poured everybody a glass of fine champagne. Even though they were only 13, it was the Malfoys we're talking about. Lucius had to make sure they had the finest most expensive wine for Mr Bloodstones arrival.

"I would like to raise a glass. To Mr Bloodstone, who has recently come back into my life. I will always praise him for the work we did together and I am pleased our paths have crossed again" He said, and they all raise their flutes.

What is it they used to do?

"And to Draco and Y/n. I am deeply proud of my boy, and you Y/n, for choosing to carry out your fathers reputation" He followed. Draco looked down and started shuffling his feet awkwardly under the table.

She awkwardly thanked him, not really knowing what he was talking about.

"Mhm" Draco mumbled.

"Y/n, is this the boy you fanc-" Ophillia blurts out.

"Ok thankyou Ophillia! She's just confused" Y/N said sheepishly, and everybody laughed again. Everybody at the table knew Draco and Y/n would most likely end up together. Or would they?

They're just friends.