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Miracle in Diagon Alley by sophie_elle_malfoy
Chapter 11 : Staying With Draco
 
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 When I wake up early in the morning, it takes me awhile until I realise I'm not in Grimmauld Place anymore. Instead, from today on, I'll be staying with Draco. I look around my room (mind you, it's a really big room), noticing for the first time how beautiful the room is. The walls are light purple, with silver stars all over it. There's a pearl-white table in the corner of the room, where all the books I haven't unpacked are stacked high on it, and there's also a laptop beside the books. The bed is so big, probably a king-size one, and the covers and blankets are a combination of white and light pink. There's also a telly in the middle of the room, and my own bloody coach and a coffee table! Just across the coach, there's a small turquoise door, with buttons and a screen next to it. Curious, I make my way toward the door, only to be stopped by a piece of parchment under my foot.

Lyra, I have an early practice this morning, that also means Blaise has his practice, too. So, for today, you have no practice. Pansy will be with you for the day. If you want to, she'll take you to see my practice. But, that's only if you do want it. And that small door with the buttons? Type the password (bookworm) and see what's inside it.

I'm sorry for last night, and I hope you like what's inside the room.

Draco.

"Okay, this is certainly weird," I mumble as I type the password. Right after I press the ENTER button, the door slides open. I gasp when I see what's inside it.

Behind the door, is a really big closet, full of stylish daily clothes, daily dresses, formal dresses, hats, sun-glasses, the most glamours jewels, and a whole collection of awesome bags and shoes ever. There's also a big mirror and a small couch in the middle of the room. I see all the clothes I buy yesterday have already been gathered with the rest of the other clothes. I can't help but to squeal girlishly at the sight of it. It's like I'm entering into Mia Thermopolis' closet. I quickly try on one of the clothes, grinning widely when I look at the reflection in the mirror.

"Cassandra Davies will certainly be so jealous," I say, still grinning.

"Well, no one can blame her. Right now, I'm so jealous of you," says someone behind me. I whip around, and find Pansy leaning on the door-frame, looking absolutely gorgeous in her black halter-neck and black leather boots.

"Pansy! How long have you been standing there."

"I just arrived a few seconds ago, and Merlin! I really love that bag!" she exclaims like some school girl, grabbing a maroon-coloured bag. "Oh, Draco really is trying to ruin you into a spoil brat."

"Yeah, I think he's outdone himself," I say, throwing a look all over the room.

"Please let me dress you up," Pansy says, making a really adorable baby-face. I dare bet when she was a child, no one could ever resist that face.

"Pansy, you don't have – "

"But, I want to!" she insists. "Long time ago, I promised your mother that I'd dress her up one day. I failed to fulfill that promise, Lyra. So please, let me dress you up."

"Okay, you can dress me up," I say. "Just promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Please don't make me look like a Barbie."






"So, what do you think?" Pansy says, grinning from ear to ear. "Do you like it?"

"Are you serious, Pansy?" I say, looking at my reflection. "I love it! I mean, I look like a bloody princess! Merlin, thank you!"

Pansy dresses me up in white strapless dress, with a black leather jacket over it. She picks me a pair of silver high-heeled strappy sandals. I'm not really sure about the high-heels, though Pansy convinces me that I after a few minutes, I'll get over it. After all, I've never been one to be all girly with higgh-heeled shoes. She braids my hair into the famous waterfall braid, which she adds with a big flower hair-clip on the righ side. I don't mean to brag or anything, but I've to say, I look pretty.

"You're very welcome, honey... Come on, let's go. I'm your friend for the day, Missy. Do you want to go anywhere? I'll take you by Apparating, because there's no bloody way we're going out in this. It's freaking cold out there."

"I think I want to go to Draco's practice," I say automatically, earning a grin from Pansy.

"Eager to show your daddy how his little girl looks so beautiful are we?" Pansy teases. I roll my eyes.

"Draco doesn't care about me," I say, and Pansy cocks an eye brow. "Okay, he care less about me than he cares about you or Blaise. Last night was the prove," I end slowly.

"What? What happened last night?"

"He took me on Christmas shopping, then to dinner. It was my fault, I guess, but I didn't know he'd react that way."

"What did you do?"

"I hugged him," I answer, looking down at my feet. "Is that something wrong? Should I never hug him?"

Pansy smiles apologetically. "Well, let's just say Draco wasn't really ready to feel a great feeling of fondness towards you. He's still confused with everything, but believe me, he cares about you. I mean, look around you! I'd kill to have one of your bags. I'm just joking though!" she adds quickly when I open my mouth, wanting to say that she can take anything she wants.

"Although, I've to say, it's been ages anyone, other than me and Blaise, ever hug him. The last person, excluding my pigheaded husband and me, who Draco let to hug him, was your mother. And I think, since we all can see a lot of Hermione Granger in you, it made him felt uneasy."

"Fine, then. Next time I've the sudden urge to hug him, I'll hug the nearest object around," I say sarcastically. Pansy chuckles.

"I don't mind to be hugged by you. You're very cuddly." Pansy ends it with a warm hug. "Now, hold my hand tight. I'm going to Apparate the both of us to Draco's practice."

"Will it be cold there?"

"Impossible. Draco and Blaise have charmed the whole stadium a week ago. It feels as hot as the hottest summer ever."

Once we set out foot inside the stadium, I agree silently with Pansy. It's so hot around I feel like boiling. I'm a bit tempted to take off the jacket, but I don't feel confident enough to show off my bare shoulders. For my whole life, I've been dressing all casual. Sometimes, I even use James' or Harry's clothes. I like boys' clothes better. They're simple and comfortable. I remember Mum used to wear a really old man shirt, which was too big for her petite body. She used to say it belonged to her cousin. I found out just a few days before her death, that it was Draco's.

"Merlin's bloody massive arse, Pansy," Blaise whistles, zooming down towards us on his broom. "Is that my little Star?" Blaise has made it official that for him, my name will always be 'Little Star'.

"Yep," Pansy says, grinning. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"She looks good, I agree," says Draco, who has came out of nowhere and now stands next to Blaise. Pansy rolls her eyes and nudges Draco's ribs.

"Good? Seriously? She looks gorgeous, you daft imbecile!" Pansy exclaims.

"Yeah, mate. I think there's something wrong with your eyes," Blaise agrees.

"Or brain," Pansy says heatedly.

"Okay, fine. She looks amazingly beautiful, I almost believed she was a model. Happy?" Draco spits out, trying to look annoyed but fails miserably. I look away from him, hiding the blush on my face. He's never complimented me before.

"Immensely," Pansy laughs.

"I left Lyra with you for only an hour and you've turned her into the miniature of you," Draco says, shaking his head.

"Well, that's a good thing, seeing you aren't able to dress up her like I just did. And oh, just a friendly reminder, Drackie-poo; you need to buy Lyra more clothes, okay? I'll give you the list tonight." My eyes widened automatically.

"Don't listen to her, Draco – "

"Fine, whatever," he says, giving his book of checks to Pansy, who takes it eagerly. "But, it'll all be your responsibility, Parkinson. You can take her anytime. And for now, I've to talk with those vultures for awhile."

"It's Zabini, Malfoy!" Pansy shouts at Draco's retreating figure.

"I don't care!" he yells.

"Oh, isn't he so mature," Pansy says sarcastically.

"He's always like that, Pans. One day, that attitude will get back at him," Blaise says. Turning at me, he's a big smile on his face. "So, Star, what do say about little game of Quidditch? Just you and me. You'll be the rooky Chaser, and I'll be the profesional Keeper."

I laughs at his joke. "I'm not sure I can play in this, Blaise," I say, glancing at my dress.

"Oh, that's easy," he says and taps his wand to my shoulder. The dress changes into a simple T-shirt, my sandals change into a pair of sneakers, and the jacket turns into basketball shorts.

"Blaise! You're ruining her looks!" Pansy exclaims.

"There. Now you can play. I tell you, there's nothing magic can do," Blaise says to me, ignoring his fumming wife. I grimace slightly.

"Except bringing my mum back to life," I mutter faintly. Luckily, no one hears it.

"What did you say?" Blaise says. I shake my head, faking a smile.

"Nah, nothing. Let's just play... Can I borrow a broom?"

"Sure... Draco! Lyra needs your broom!" Blaise shouts.

"What?" Draco calls out, craning his neck from the notebook he's holding.

"Your broom! Lyra needs your bloody broom! We'll be having a little one-on-one Quidditch game."

"Just take it. I'm a little busy." With that, he lowers his head back and his attention is all back at that damn book.

"Let the game, begins!" Blaise shouts after I've got hold of Draco's broom and he's a Quaffle in his hand. Kicking my foot of the ground, I start to feel the familiar feeling everytime I ride a broom.

For the first few minutes, Blaise is all soft and nice with me. But, I don't want to be treated like some stupid child. Feeling a bit challenged, I play really hard until half of the balls I throw at Blaise go right into the goal posts. Pansy, as usual, is cheering loudly. Even a few of the other players, Theo Nott and Daphnee Greengrass, are watching right next to Pansy. The last goal I shoot, I trick Blaise into believing that I was going to shoot the goal to his right. Pansy squeales when Blaise can merely stare at the Quaffle that goes right past him.

"How was that for a rooky?" I say, flying toward him. He shrugs teasingly.

"Not bad, although you were clearly at a major advantage there," he says smugly.

"What? It was clear as hell that you were having trouble at keeping up my game! Maybe, you're getting a little old, Blaise."

"Yeah, Blaise. I can see your hair is thining!" shouts Nott from the bench. Blaise chuckles.

"Alright, you win. And for that, you'll be having a date with me for the night. Not every girl get that chance, you know." He winks at me and I punch his shoulder playfully.

"You're so full of yourself," I laugh.

"Hey, Draco, did you see Lyra flew up there? She was amazing!" Blaise tells Draco.

But, the blonde-haired git merely nods his head and says, "Oh yeah, sure."

Before either Pansy or Blaise can stop me, I'm already running out of the stadium.






Author's Note:

Yes, I confess, the Lyra's room (including the amazing closet) is inspired from Mia Thermopolis' room in the movie The Princess Diaries: Royal Engagement. And I have to say, I've always wanted a room like that.

Thanks for reading and please review!

Sophie :)


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