I opened the door and slowly walked into Madam Malkin's. I played around with a strand of my long, dark hair as I looked around the shop. I saw a woman wearing maroon colored robes measuring a black haired, bespectacled boy. (A/N: 😂 that just sounds silly, but it sounds better than glasses wearing or something like that) A blond boy, who was about the same height and most likely also age as him, was standing with his back to the other boy. They were talking to each other, well, it kind of looked like they were arguing but I couldn't exactly tell since they were on the other side of the room.
I walked along the walls of the shop, studying all of the sewing equipment and different colour threads and cloth. I was about to touch a roll of ocean blue silk when suddenly the woman said something rather loudly. "I'll be with you in a moment, young lady. Please don't touch the cloth." She yelled and I turned around, taking a few steps away from the silk. "Ok, ma'am..." I said, looking towards the floor feeling ashamed that I was about to touch the silk even though it should have been obvious that it wasn't allowed. A few moments later Madam Malkin spoke and I looked up. "That's it, you're done, my dear." She told the black haired boy and he sighed in relief, jumping off of the footstool that he was standing on. "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose." The blond boy told him and the black haired guy left, flashing me a small smile and whispering to me: "be careful with him, he's not the nicest." Before he walked out the door. "Umm... Okay?" I muttered, watching him leave.
"Come here, young lady." Madam Malkin said and waved me over to her. I hesitately walked towards her and stood on the stool, my back against the blond boy's back. He was about a full inch taller than me and that kind of annoyed me, why the Hades were all the boys I had ever met taller than me? "So... That boy says that you aren't very nice. Why's that?" I asked the blond guy, trying to start up some kind of conversation. "I don't exactly know why he would think that, maybe he's just a little too different to me." The boy replied as Madam Malkin measured some things. I shrugged even though he probably couldn't see. "Or you just didn't exactly say things that he liked." I said and tilted my head to the side so that I could kind of look at him. "Possibly." He said with a strong British accent, but then again, he probably was British.
"So... Are you going to Hogwarts as well?" He asked and I nodded but then realized that he couldn't see me. "Yes, I suppose so." I said, looking down at my hands. "Are you one of us?" He suddenly asked and had to force myself not to spin around and stare at him in shock. "What kind of question is that?!" I demanded and my response seemed to shock him a bit. "Well, I was just curious. I mean... You don't really seem like one of the muggle borns." He said and I snorted. "Well, whatever muggle means, I am pretty sure I am not one. Considering that my mother and stepfather were both wizards and my birth father... Well, he's... It's difficult to explain." I said and I could tell that the blond guy was looking over his shoulder at me.
"What's your name, by the way?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. "Draco." He answered after a moments hesitation. "What about you?" Draco asked and I glanced at him over my shoulder as Madam Malkin measured my arm length. "Emma..." I said, not telling him my full name. "Well, sort of..." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "What do you mean by "sort of"?" He asked and I once again shrugged. "My full name is about five times as long as Emma. My first name in itself is twice as long." I replied and tripped forwards as Madam Malkin measured my ankle.
I almost fell on top of her but Draco caught me by my wrist, pulling me back onto the footstool. "Th-thanks..." I whispered and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks as I noticed that we were now standing chest to chest instead of back to back. He seemed to notice this as well and his cheeks turned a tiny bit Rosy. "Ummm... On the count of three we both turn at the same time, ok?" I said and he nodded. "One. Two. Three!" We both turned around so the we were now back to back again, Draco was still gripping my wrist though. "Umm... Draco, you can let go of my wrist. I'm not gonna fall again." I said and he quickly let go. His hand left a strange tingling feeling on my skin, as if my wrist wanted him to keep gripping it. I shook the thought off, he was a boy, why would I want him to touch me. I didn't like boys, they always end up doing something stupid and mess everything up.
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Emma Black and the Philosopher's Stone (HP/PJO fanfic) (Book 1)Fanfiction
Emma's father, Poseidon, left her mother, Bella O'Reilly the last descendant of Godric Gryffindor, less than a month after she found out she was pregnant. 5 months before Emma was born her mother married her old boyfriend who had broken up with her...