3rd Person
Y/n and Draco had been inseparable since they were young but then Draco had to start learning about how it was an honour to be an heir to a very important family and soon enough, contact was cut between the two. Draco wasn't allowed any distractions. He couldn't afford mistakes.
She was never told why Draco didn't see her anymore, her parents assumed she would just forget, they were only young after all.
Draco hadn't seen Y/n in eight or so years and he certainly though he'd never see her again so when he noticed the distinct half and half coloured curly hair walking through the halls along with the students of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, he couldn't help but stare.
He remembered the first time he met her so clearly, she was the first child ever been allowed into his home.
He had questioned why her hair was two colours and she quite happily ranted to him about how it was magic, one side was platinum blonde like her mother and the other a dark brown like her father.
The two had spent almost every day together for two years, they would be placed in the Malfoy's library as their parents muttered away in the sitting room. They would spend so much time reading different books on magic and herbology that they could recite each book word for word which their parents were secretly very proud of.
They were extremely well educated on both light and dark magic although the topic of light magic was rarely touched, it was the most fascinating thing to them and the day they would start physically learning couldn't come fast enough.
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In Y/n's opinion, seeing Hogwarts was amazing.
She had only ever heard about it from her parents but that was when she was younger and then they suddenly stopped a few years before she was about to start school.
Not understanding why they stopped, Y/n had secretly brought 'Hogwarts, A History' so she could learn all about it on her own terms. She became even more interested than before as she read about the enchanted ceilings, dorm stairs turning into slides if the opposite sex tries to enter, how muggle technology doesn't work, and how a Chamber of Secrets supposedly existed.
Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was boring for Y/n, it was too girly. Learning Etiquette and Drama were the worst things she could ever think of.
She spent most her days practicing wandless magic, she's had that skill since she can remember but only uses it when alone.
When word of travelling to Hogwarts due to the Triwizard tournament being held there circled throughout Beauxbatons, Y/n was ready to leave immediately.
It was halfway through the journey when she started to think about the blond boy. She hadn't seen him since contact was cut when they were six, she had no idea what school he attended, if he even attended one at all, but wondered if she'd see him at the tournament.
Y/n thought about Draco often, when something happened in her life she would think about telling him, like when her father died in her second year. She was at school when it happened, a letter had been handed to her during dinner with a smudged 'Y/n' and tear stains on the front. She had excused herself and ran to her room opening it as she went.
She skipped breakfast the next morning but attended all lessons as if the letter was nothing.
But then she started to skip every breakfast and then every lunch and eventually every dinner, she'd use the excuse of needing to study or feeling tired, she became numb.
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Y/n's POV
After a dramatic entrance into the Great Hall, we were stood off to the side as Durmstrang made their appearance. The hall was better than any picture I had created in my head, it was so beautiful. The candles adorning the ceiling, the roaring pillars of fire, and just the warmth of it all. It felt like home.
I was so in awe that I hadn't noticed him at first, he was staring straight at me. Malfoy hadn't changed one bit. His hair was still platinum blond, of course it was, his parents wouldn't let him change it but it was longer now, not gelled back anymore. It suited him. Alot.
I looked down at his robes. Slytherin tie, should've guessed, it was all he used to talk about, "the best house in all of Hogwarts" and I had agreed. Ambitious. Resourceful. Determined. Clever. He was all of that, even at a young age so there was no denying he'd be Slytherin. I guarantee the Malfoy name played a part in his sorting too.
Feeling like I was done with admiring him, I took a deep breath and zoned out on Dumbledore so it would look like I was listening, I could barely hear him talking about the tournament. I only snapped out of it when I heard screams and lightning crashing from the ceiling, a calming sensation flowed through me as I stared up.
I don't remember sitting down at the table along with the Ravenclaws or moving to head back to the carriage where our sleeping quarters lay, I guess I did it subconsciously. I just somehow ended up in my bed, the moonlight glaring onto my face wanting nothing more than to go for a late night walk.
So I did.
I snuck out of bed and avoided any creaky steps, thanks to years of sneaking out after curfew. I made my way to Hogwarts wanting to explore the halls whilst they were quiet, I knew no one would be out now but I kept light on my feet. It was something we were taught so we could stay out of the way and not cause trouble, pretty pathetic to me but useful nonetheless.
As boredom struck through me, I started playing playing around with wandless magic, The use of 'Auguamenti' and 'Incendio' being overused. I switched between the two but fire was my favourite. I watched as I twirled it through my fingers, the flames casting a small light throughout the halls.
"Y/l/n"
The fire stopped immediately but I didn't turn around.
I know that voice. Draco Malfoy.
"Y/n, turn around. Please."
I listened. No idea why. I guess he sounded desperate.
He wasn't wearing his robes this time, it was just his shirt and tie but the sleeves were rolled up. I didn't want to look at his face yet, memories were already flooding back.
I noticed him getting closer, I weren't sure if it was my mind playing tricks or if he was actually moving. A hand reaching underneath my chin concluded my thoughts.
He softly lifted my head and I finally got a good look at his face.
Eyes hadn't changed a bit except they had bags accompanying them, I wondered if he was looking after himself.
He looked like he no longer smiled, I remember he could never stop when we young, his laugh echoed inside my head, I love his laugh.
He's grown into his face, his chin and jaw were now more defined.
Draco's POV
Not once today has she smiled. I've noticed her zone out for majority of the time she's been here. She looks numb, empty. What happened to her.
"You're staring." I blinked a few times before focusing on her eyes again.
"Like you weren't doing the same." She just shrugged but I swear I saw a glimpse of a smirk.
"I would ask how you knew it was me but I don't think you've met alot of girls with my hair"
"I noticed you when you first waltzed in"
"Ugh. Stupid Beauxbatons"
"I wonder where you went. I thought you changed your hair and stayed low or something. I didn't think you chose an entirely different school"
"Parents chose. They stopped talking about Hogwarts when I was eight then shipped me off to France."
"Why?"
"I heard them one night. They were talking about you. Well, no. They were talking about the Malfoy family"
"What did they say?"
"Something about how contact was cut for a reason and they had to keep us apart because of your father's wishes. They decided to send me away in hopes I'd never find you, they always thought I forgot about you."
"My father cut our contact?"
"Yes, I couldn't hear them much but I heard heir mentioned a few times. Oh, and the word distraction."
I stood there In silence, thoughts racing. I don't understand why he stopped it all. Did he think I'd want to marry her when I was eventually taught about it? I did. Still do actually but. Did he not think Y/n was suitable for me? We were both from important families, I knew that otherwise he never would've let her and her family come round so often.
"I thought you forgot about me." What? I stared at her, moving both hands to cup her neck and slowly rubbing circles against her cheeks.
"Never."