Chapter 1 : Chapter 1 *We Meet Again*
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I stared out the window as the train began to move. I wasn’t excited, really. Just glad to be leaving home finally. I had my robes on already, with my hood up just waiting.
I listened as everyone piled in. I was hoping that no one would sit with me, but then again, I highly doubted that they would since I was sitting all the way in the back and people rarely sat back there. But there must’ve been more kids on because I could hear them getting closer.
“Oh great, we get the back of the train!” I could hear someone exclaim in disappointment.
I looked into the reflection of the window, and to my surprise and disappointment, it was Malfoy.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” He sneered. “Get in before someone else does.”
I turned my head towards the window more, hoping that they wouldn’t notice me, especially Malfoy.
“But Draco, what about…” I heard a girl whisper.
“Oh, shut up.” He snapped back. “As long as they’re not a Gryffindor it doesn’t matter. Just sit.”
I sat there uncomfortably, hoping that I could stay hidden the entire ride. I could just feel Malfoy’s eyes, staring me up and down. Normally, I would’ve snapped at him or something, but I didn’t want to make a scene, not then.
I didn’t move a muscle.
“Humph.” He grunted.
“So Malfoy, what did you do this summer?” That girl asked, who I assumed was Pansy, since she never left his sight.
“Nothing new really. I mostly played Quidditch. Father took me to some Quidditch matches that we were invited to by the Minister.” He answered arrogantly. “You know, when he wasn’t working.”
“Being a Death Eater?” Goyle asked, absent mindedly.
“Sh!” Malfoy leaned over and smacked him on the head.
“Sorry!” Goyle exclaimed.
They were talking for a while about the things that they did over the summer. Of course, Draco mostly talked about himself and the Quidditch matches he went to. And of course, everyone listened intently, except for me. I just wanted to get up and walk out, but I had to sit there.
Suddenly, in the middle of one of Draco’s charming stories, the door to the compartment swung open.
“Can we help you?” Malfoy sneered, clearly upset that his story was interrupted.
“Um…” Started a girl, nervously. “I-I’m looking for Violet Viper. I-is she in here?” She asked.
Malfoy grunted. “And what in the world makes you think she’d be in this compartment.”
“S-sorry.” The girl sounded as if she was ready to run in the other direction. “I-it’s jus-” But before she could finish, the woman with the trolley came hollering down the isle, stopping at the compartment doors.
“Sorry to interrupt.” She smiled. “Would you children care for some sweets?”
“Finally.” Malfoy answered, annoyed. “A chocolate frog and a pumpkin pasty.” He said as he stood up and reached into his pocket for his money.
“Oh, darn.” Pansy spoke. “I seem to have forgotten my money. Draco, would you mind getting me something?” She pouted.
Malfoy laughed. “Are you mental?”
Pansy seemed to be taken aback. “B-but, Draco, I could pay you back, I swear. Please?” She begged.
“Well, since you put it that way,” He pretended to think for a second. “absolutely not.” He sat back down, and Pansy sank back into her chair, upset and defeated.
Crabbe and Goyle grabbed handfuls of sweets and gave the woman handfuls of money. Then they sat down and stuffed their faces ‘til they were sick. Once the woman with the trolley walked away, that girl tried to finish what she was saying. Now more nervous than ever.
“U-um, it’s just th-that, a girl named Violet V-Viper lost a bag. One of the prefects is holding it up front. I-if she doesn’t go up front to claim her bag before we reach Hogwarts, they’re sending it back to her parents.” She finally finished.
“Damn…” I said under my breath. I had to make a quick decision. If I walked out of that compartment, there was no way that I was going back again. But I didn’t know which bag I had forgotten, for all I knew it could’ve been all of my school supplies or clothes.
I took a deep breath then let out a sigh before standing. “I’m here.” I said, almost embarrassed.
The girl looked relieved. I was glad someone was.
Malfoy gave me a nasty smirk.
“Don’t.” I snapped at him before he even spoke.
“Come on.” the girl said. “I’ll take you to your bag.” She tried to smile, but she could tell that I wasn’t too happy, although she didn’t understand why.
On my walk to retrieve my bag I was thinking of how I could avoid going back to Malfoy’s compartment. I didn’t really have other friends that I could join. I mostly kept to myself through the years. I mean, people knew who I was and I had social friends that I talked to during classes and what-not, but there was no one that I really enjoyed spending my spare time with. Besides, it probably would’ve taken me forever to try and find a compartment that wasn’t full. I figured that I would worry about it afterwards. First, I needed my bag.
As it turned out, the bag I left behind was small, and it was only some extra potion vials that I probably wouldn’t have needed. So I gave up my position for nothing. I sighed.
“Oh well.” I said to myself. “What’s done is done.”
I decided that, if anything, I had to go back to the compartment to get my luggage back. I was determined to find somewhere else to stay. Even if it was all the way in the back of the train, in the storage compartments.
On my way to get my luggage, I ran into the woman with the trolley again, which I was glad. I hadn’t eaten anything in hours.
“Anything, dear?” She smiled at me.
“Yes, two pumpkin pasties, please.” I said. I fished around in my pockets for money, but I couldn’t find it. The only thing I did find was a hole in the corner of the bottom of my pocket. “O-oh, I seem to have lost my money.” I said, disappointed.
“I’ve got this.” I heard a familiar voice say.
I looked up to see Malfoy handing the woman money as she handed him two pumpkin pasties.
“What a nice boy.” She smiled as she walked off down the isle.
I glared at him as he went to hand me the pumpkin pasties.
“I don’t want them.” I said sternly.
He let out a heavy breath and smirked. “You were going to buy them anyway.”
“Yes, I was going to buy them.” I flared my nostrils in disgust. “Now, however, they’ve been tainted with you.”
He laughed. “Really?” He asked, amused. “Fine then, I guess you’ll just wait until the feast, then?” He smirked, putting the pumpkin pasties in his pocket.
“Hold on.” I said. “Why did you buy them anyway?” I narrowed my eyes on him with curiosity.
“What do you mean?” He asked, as if he didn’t know what I was getting at.
“Oh, don’t play stupid.” I said, annoyed. “Pansy asked you to spare some change for her and you were quick to ask her if she was mental.”
He laughed. “And?” He was avoiding the point.
“And?! And you’re friends with her, not me. In fact, we despise each other! Why be so quick with a kind gesture for me and not for her?”
“I don’t see what you’re getting at.” He gave a smug smile. He was trying to instigate.
I glared at him again. “I’m not playing this little game with you, if that’s what you’re trying.” I said angrily.
He faked a disappointed look. “Oh, but this is so much fun.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why? Why, Malfoy, must you come looking for me? Why couldn’t you have stayed where you were and left me alone?”
He smirked. “Don’t try to flatter yourself. You’d know if I was looking for you.”
“Oh, really? Enlighten me, please.” I said, sarcastically.
“Well,” He started. “I’d walk up to you,” He moved closer to me. “I’d look you in the eyes,” He stared straight at me. “And I’d say, Violet, I’ve been looking for you. I have something to tell you.”
I rolled my eyes. “And I’d ask, what the bloody hell do you want?”
Another smug smile. “Nothing, because I’m not looking for you.”
He really knew how to annoy a person. To the point where they were ready to explode with irritation. To the point where they were so angry, irritated and annoyed, there were words to say or express how they felt or make any of it better. That’s how Malfoy made me feel, always.
I said nothing, because there was nothing more to say. I simply walked away to get my luggage, and Malfoy was close behind.
“You know, I think we could be real friends.” He said in a sarcastic tone. “But, you know, if you weren’t always so nasty to me.”
“You’re walking on thin ice, Malfoy.” I could feel my skin getting hot with anger.
When I finally reached the compartment, Pansy gave me a nasty look. I had the urge to tell her how Malfoy bought me sweets, but she probably wouldn’t have believed me. I ignored her as Malfoy entered the compartment and sat down next to Pansy.
“What is she doing here?” I could hear Pansy pouting. From the corner of my eye I saw Malfoy roll his eyes at her.
I proceeded to get my things as quickly as possible to get out just as fast. When I finally had my luggage, I headed towards the back of the train, hoping to see an empty compartment along the way. No such luck. All the rest of the train was full. Except, I knew one place that wasn’t.
I reached the storage compartment that was thankfully unlocked. There were plenty of places to sit, though they might not have been very comfortable places. It was as quiet as a train could be, and the best part was that I was far away from Malfoy.
I smiled to myself and took a deep breath as I pushed my luggage against the windows and sat on the floor, leaning on one of my suitcases. The only thing that would have made things better was having my pumpkin pasties. My stomach grumbled in agreement.
I was there for no more than about 20 minutes when I heard the compartment door swing open. I quickly hid behind some of the luggage, for fear of being forced out if I was found. To my disappointment, it wasn’t anyone working on the train.
“Funny place to hang out, Viper.” At the sound of Malfoy’s voice I could feel my skin crawling.
I came out from behind my hiding space to find him standing in front of me. I stood up and stared at him.
He laughed. “What’s that look for?”
“I can’t stand seeing you anymore.” I said through clenched teeth. “Why must you show up at the worst times? I’m trying to take the rest of the ride to Hogwarts as quietly as possible. So go away!” I exclaimed.
He smirked. “Violet, I’ve been looking for you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut up, Malfoy.”
A smug smile. “I have to tell you something.”
I gave an angry sigh and tried to stay calm. “Again, enlighten me.”
“Well, actually, I have to show you something first.”
“And what would that be?”
He went to reach for my hand and I pulled away.
“Don’t touch me.”
Strangely, he gave me a disappointed look.
“Trust me.” He said, no smirk and no smile.
I laughed. “Think about what you just said.”
There was an urgency in his voice that pulled me out of my angry mode and made me want to give in. For a moment, it seemed as if he had genuine feelings behind all that arrogance.
He continued. “Please?”
I was shocked, to say the least. Did Draco Malfoy just plead for something, from his enemy no less? There was definitely something wrong with him, and I couldn’t bring myself to take him seriously.
“How many sweets have you had?” I asked him.
He sighed. “Violet, I’m serious. I just need to show you something.”
He really wanted me to go with him, but why was it so important? I didn’t know, but I couldn’t take that look on his face anymore. I wanted him to replace it with his too familiar sneer. The funny part was, my mind wandered off thinking he was much more attractive when he sneered. I quickly shook the thought out of my mind as I followed him even further back in the train.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” He smirked. Ah, he was starting to come back.
We approached a dark, locked door on the other side of the storage compartment. Malfoy pulled a black key from his pocket and unlocked the door.
We walked in and I was in awe. It was like a Slytherin common room, only it was on a train, and there were no fireplaces. There were couches and tables with books and wizard’s chess. There was even a whole trolley full of sweets just waiting to be eaten. There were blankets and pillows that looked brand new. The couches looked as if not one person had ever sat upon them. There were long, green and black curtains on the windows blocking out light that gave the room a dim look. It was amazing.
“My father paid to have this put in.” He said proudly. “It was supposed to be for me and my friends.”
“Supposed to be?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I’ve never used it.”
I looked at him confused. “What? You?! You’ve never used it? You mean to tell me that Draco Malfoy, the boy who brags about money and everything else wouldn’t want to show off a room on a train that his father had put in especially for him?”
He shrugged again. “I have plans for this room.”
I laughed. “Plans? Like what?” It was only then that I realized that I was the first one to ever see this room. I also realized that Malfoy said he had something to tell me. Before I mentioned it, he gently took me by the hand and led me to one of the couches.
He took a deep breath. “Like I said, there’s something I need to tell you.”
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