Chapter 2 : Malfoy.
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“You two want to sit with us?” asked George, looking back at me and Harry.
“Yeah, why not?” I replied while Fred slid open a compartment door.
“Sorry lads, and lady,” said Fred, nodding at me, “This is the only compartment left.”
I raised an eyebrow, “What’s wrong with it?”
“Look at what’s across from us,” said Harry, jerking his head towards the opposite compartment.
I stood on my tip-toes and peeked through the little window. I groaned.
“Isn’t he supposed to be at the lovely prefect’s carriage?” I asked, feeling small.
The others shrugged.
“I guess we’ll have to.” I sighed.
The others were aware that it had been Lucius Malfoy who had murdered my parents and that I was sensitive in any situation to do with the Malfoys.
We placed our trunks on the benches, one by one. George offering to put my trunk up as I was too short.
“Ha, thanks George.”
I sat down and put my leg up on the opposite seat.
“Wake me when we get there” I mumbled, closing my eyes and turning my head to the side.
A blinding green light had filled a familiar, cream coloured room. A tall man, with long platinum blonde hair had his wand pointing towards a pretty brown eyed woman who was whimpering slightly. Another body was lying on the floor, right next to where the woman is. His eyes were an ocean blue, although they were cold and lifeless. Not soon after, the woman’s eye had joined the man’s. Cold and Lifeless. The man looked down to where I was. His smile was one of those that were evil and menacing. He opened his mouth and a bright white light filled the room the way the green light had.
My eyes jerked wide open.
“Sofie?” said George, looking back from the window which viewed a dark, gloomy scene. “You okay?”
I nodded. “I need to pee.” And I left. I opened the compartment door and walked down towards the toilet, looking through people's windows to only see them talking happily and mucking about.
In other compartments, five little kids that look to be only first years sat, ever so still.
I waited a minute or two for the girl inside the toilet to get out. As I flushed the toilet and was washing my hands, I looked deep into my blue eyes. They’re a bit lighter than those of my father’s but they were pretty dark. They were all blood-shot and were filled with fear.
I let out a hoarse breath and splashed my face with water.
I walked back out and started towards our compartment. Taking my time, humming a calming song to myself. I slid the door open and walked in.
“Oh,” I just realised that I walked into the wrong compartment, “Umm.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
I looked around the compartment; Malfoy was leaning against the corner of the walls with Pansy lying in his chest, rubbing his arm fondly. Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott were sitting on the opposite seat. All of them were looking up at me menacingly.
“No-nothing.” I looked at Malfoy and my eyes widened. His father's menace reflected in his eyes.
“Then get out.”
As I backed out slowly from the compartment, I heard Pansy’s horrible giggle.
“Did you see her face? She was petrified!”
“Eh? I guess so.” I heard Malfoy say.
I groaned and slapped my forehead with my hand.
“Soph, you hungry?” mumbled Harry as I walked through our compartment door. He had a cauldron cake in his hand.
“Huh? No, not really” I said, sitting back down on my seat. “Oh, hello Neville.” Just realising he was sitting across from me. “When did you get here?”
“Just then.” He said, “Didn’t really fancy sitting with the fourth years.”
I nodded my head.
“Soph, you sure you’re okay? You don’t seem too healthy,” asked George. I could tell by the way he looked at me, he was concerned.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Your eyes are red” Harry said, as-matter-of-factly.
“That’s because she just walked into our compartment” Malfoy had said smugly, suddenly appearing at our door-way.
“Not surrounded by your usual bodyguards then, Malfoy?” George sneered, despitefully.
“As Rivers knows, they’re right next door” he said, looking at me with a malicious smile.
“Piss off Malfoy” I muttered to myself.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that?”
“I said, Piss Off.”
“Why so rude, Rivers? Surely, I wasn’t that rude to you when you tried eavesdropping on us.”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping” I mumbled, my cheeks turning slightly pink.
“Why don’t you just shut it, Malfoy?” Harry said, speaking on my behalf.
“What’s going on here?” came Ron’s voice.
“Well isn’t it the Weasely Prefect. I was just leaving” Malfoy smiled wickedly and turned to leave.
I watched as Malfoy looked Ron up and down, no doubt mentally criticising his robes.
Ron dumped himself on to the seat – not seeming to notice - and took a chocolate frog out of Fred’s hand.
“Gosh, I’m starving.” He mumbled as he bit into the frog’s head.
“Yeah, no doubt ‘bout that” I said, too shaken to think about what I said.
Draco Malfoy had always had that affect on me. Ever since our first year, I was scared of him, although I didn’t show it. Actually, more of what he would do to me. Every time I thought about what his family has done to my family, I became shaken and nervous. Not wanting to endure what I had gone through when I was six years of age. Most of the time, people don’t notice it. I’ve always hidden that fear, crammed it back inside of me when it arises.
There’s no need to be afraid of Draco though. He hasn’t done anything particularly bad, apart from being smug and a bully towards those ‘under’ him. I wasn’t even sure if he knew how my family and his family had been connected. I didn’t know whether he knew his father was the reason to why I had no parents.
“Where’s Hermione?” asked Harry.
“Huh? ‘Maintaining Control’ over those who have none, I s’pose.” Said Ron, in what seemed to be a poor imitation of Hermione.
We spent the rest of the train ride chatting amongst ourselves, joined by a flustered Hermione with ten minutes left of the train ride.
Once we reached the castle, the long walk towards the Great Hall was a quiet one. Little had happened, apart from Fred and George – encouraged by Peeves – hexing a second year Ravenclaw for telling us that we were “a bunch of dawdling sloths”.
“Granger, Weasley. There you are.” Three red haired heads turned to the direction of the voice.
“Oh, Ron, you’re in trouble now.” Fred had muttered.
“Oh, no he isn’t.” said Hermione, bossily as she walked up towards Professor McGonagall. “Yes, Professor?”
“You and Weasley – come with me.” And she spun on her heel and walked towards her office.
Hermione followed at once, after a swift “See ya”, where as Ron shrugged at us and sulked off after Hermione.
“He doesn’t seem happy.” I mumbled, mostly to myself.
“He doesn’t like being prefect anymore.” said George, standing besides me.
“Aw, why not?”
“Too Time Consuming” Both Harry and Fred said.
“Ah, how come he hasn’t been talking to me about it?”
“He thinks you’d rat to Hermione.”
“C’mon, we should be getting seats.”
After we ate and listened to Dumbledore’s speech, we hurried off to our common room.
“Hey guys, I’ll come in later, ok?”
“Where you going?”
“Eh, just want to take a walk around the castle.”
“Do you want some company?” asked George, looking round hopefully.
“Nah, its ok. I’ll be in around half an hour.” I was sorry to disappoint him.
George looked slightly disappointed. “I’ll wait up for you.”
I smiled thankfully at him and walked the other way.
I walked down the corridor slowly and quietly. Counting the steps I make.
I stopped on 213 as I found myself staring out the window. It was a beautiful, starry night. It might’ve been the bewitched sky, but I didn’t care. It was so beautiful and so peaceful; It drew me in and I couldn’t turn my head away. I poked my head out slightly, feeling the cold breeze which swept across.
I smiled to myself slightly.
“What are you doing?”
I turned around so abruptly, I wacked my elbow on the stone window frame.
“Ow.” I moaned, touching my elbow – Aw, grazed. I looked up sharply. “Malfoy?”
He just grunted in return. “What are you doing?” he repeated himself.
“Nothing” I said, keeping my voice strong.
“Sure, seems like it.” He muttered, rolling his eyes slightly.
“What are you doing here?” I wasn’t going to let my Gryffindor pride down.
He raised an eyebrow, “I’m allowed to be here. Unlike you, I’m a prefect.”
“Uh, you weren’t at the prefects carriage this morning?”
He hesitated a bit. “Don’t have to be.”
“Right.” This time, I raised my eyebrow. “Well, I’m off.” I said, walking past him, accidentally brushing my elbow against his robe. I yelped loudly, turning away from him sharply.
He pushed away from me sharply. “What happened?” He demanded eyes full of alert.
“I just brushed my elbow against your robe.” I said, slightly confused.
I looked at him for a moment – he looked shaken, eyeing me carefully – then left.
That was awkward, I thought to myself. Never had I and Malfoy been in a conversation like that. Now that I think about it, we’ve never really had a conversation and for that, I didn’t hate him. Not the way Harry, Ron and Hermione does. As I thought on what had just happened, I realised, I wasn’t scared. I was alone with Malfoy, yet I wasn’t terrified of what he could’ve done. I was kinda delighted to know that I was the one scaring him. Again, I felt perplexed.
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