Draco's October Catch-All & Memory Share

[dracolucmalfoy]

Who: Draco Malfoy & You
What: Random Happenings and Memory Share.
When: Month of October
Where: All around. Pick a place?
Warnings: Dreams may contain elements of torture, death and abuse of a minor.


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Memory 01: Draco meets a black haired boy in Madam Malkin's before his First Year.
Memory 02: Something nice and light. Little Draco cloud watching with Narcissa.
Memory 03: 6th Year, a moment collecting himself in the haunted bathroom.
Potion Talk: Draco and Nico talk about Unicorns and Potions.
Looking Through The Glass Draco meets Marinette.

[Feel free to request a different kind of memory. There are tons. Also feel free to poke me for any other kinds of scenes.]

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Memory 01

[dracolucmalfoy]

The scene starts with the young boy of eleven alone. White blond hair slicked back, standing proudly on a little stool. There is the set of a smirk upon his lips, but there is also child-like excitement in his eyes. Despite being an eleven-year-old boy his posture is impeccable, without a slouch. He stands perfectly still for the seamstress attending him, with the tape measure and pins floating about at her command, taking his measurements. A wand within her hand.

Another boy appears with spectacles and messy black hair. Draco looks over, gaining an almost smug demeanor.

"Hullo," he said, "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," the boy said.

"My father’s next door buying my books and mother’s up the street looking at wands," Draco went on. Excited despite his bored tone. "Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first-years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow. Have you got your own broom?" Draco ended his rambling with a question. Unable to stop his excitement from spilling over, having him forget his manners.

"No," the raven-haired boy responded with.

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco continued his questioning.
"‘No."

"I do – Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you’ll be in yet?"

"No."

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?" Oblivious of the other boy's discomfort.

"Mmm."

"I say, look at that man!" Draco pointed to the window, outside of which stood a very large bearded man that look rugged and rather wild.

"That’s Hagrid," the boy said after looking as well. "He works at Hogwarts."

"Oh, I’ve heard of him. He’s a sort of servant, isn’t he?"

"He’s the gamekeeper," the boy replied with.

"Yes, exactly. I heard he’s a sort of savage – lives in a hut in the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he’s brilliant." The boy's demeanor clearly changes, getting a bit frosty in his reply.

"Do you?" Draco asked, sneering in response to the tone the other boy used. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They’re dead."

"Oh, sorry." Draco didn't know what to say with that and quickly came up with something, the first thing he could think of to say. "But they were our kind, weren’t they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that’s what you mean."

"I really don’t think they should let the other sort in, do you? They’re just not the same, they’ve never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What’s your surname, anyway?"

Before the boy could reply Madam Malkin spoke up. "That’s you done, my dear."

The boy jumped down eagerly from his stool. "Well, I’ll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose." And he was gone.

Draco looked after the boy a moment and gave a shrug. Soon he was done himself.