Chapter One :: The Train Ride.
I pushed hair away from my eyes. Several wisps of my curly hair had flown into my face as the Hogwarts Express pulled up, rushing by with gusts of strong wind. Harry, Ron, and I were waiting on the platform before boarding the train. The Weasleys were with us to give us each a heartfelt goodbye before Ginny and we three found our seats on the Express.
"I guess this is the first year we won't sit together, yea?" Ron spoke to Harry and me as we got on the Hogwarts Express, pulling ourselves up with the handlebar to ascend the steps. Ginny gave her brother a lame wave and Harry and I each a hug goodbye before she turned to the left, to the passenger cars with sixth years. They boys and I walked down to the right to sit with the older students.
"True, I need to find the Head car." Ron's voice reminded me as I talked, looking past their heads to the front of the train where the Head car was located.
"Who do you think the Head Boy is?" Harry asked as he flung himself into the car seat against the left side, and Ron laid on the right one. I stood in the doorway, hitching my black tote bag higher on my shoulder.
"I don't know, but I'm kind of excited," I gushed, smiling. "I thought it would be you, Harry." I admitted, giving him a sincere smile as he waved away the compliment.
"Don't be so modest bloke; I thought you had it in the bag!" Ron chimed in, ripping open the packaging of a chocolate frog. He popped it in his mouth like a pro before it got a chance to get away.
"Your mum pack that for you?" I teased, getting a flushed face from Ron in return. "I'm just poking fun you know," I smiled at him. "But I guess the Head Boy will be from another House right?"
"Makes right sense," Ron said with a half mouth full, shrugging.
"I suppose so. Who could it be? Maybe the Hufflepuff Ernie Macmillan, or Anthony Goldstein from Ravenclaw." Harry suggested.
"Could be Slytherin, I guess," I mused, thinking of possible Head Boys in my enemy house.
"Slytherin? Please, Hermione," Ron scoffed. "Could you imagine Malfoy as a Head Boy? He's in no way a role model, that bloody good-for-nothing."
"Miss Granger?" Professor McGonagall's voice came from my left. I turned to see my professor, her wrinkled face breaking into a smile when our eyes met.
"Professor McGonagall! It's great to see you." I put on my best Head Girl smile. Guilty :: I had mirror practice.
"You look beautiful, my dear! Now come with me, time to find the Head Car."
Draco's POV ::
I climbed onto the train after giving mum a hug and receiving a pat on the shoulder from father. Scanning the Express for a familiar face, my eyes fell on Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson seated together on one side of a table. No doubt the other side was reserved for me to sit.
I approached them, immediately seeing a grin on Pansy's face.
"Draco!" She cried, jumping up and hugging me. I smirked at Blaise from over Pansy's shoulder.
"Nice to see you both," I lied. Pansy was a pathetic easy girl who just wanted me as arm candy. Blaise is good people though, he's worth trusting.
"Malfoy," Blaise nodded with a flash of mischief in his eyes. "It's finally out last year. About time, 'eh?"
"This is gonna be one helluva year mate, I can feel it." I said to Blaise, and then Pansy chimed in.
"Especially during that parenting class we have to take," The dark brunette spoke dreamily, winking at me. "We could be partners you know."
I tried not to vomit. "Yea, we'll see. I doubt any of these clowns could keep up with me anyway."
Blaise began to smirk and give a reply before we were interrupted.
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape's drawn out monotone sounded from above me. I looked up to find the pinched, disapproving face of my House Headmaster looking down at me.
"Please come with me, Mr. Malfoy." He clapped a hand on my shoulder, practically dragging me to the Head Car. I gave a nod to my friends before walking with Snape, keeping up with his brisk strides to the front car.
"Mr. Malfoy, I trust that you'll be an excellent Head Boy, and a respective representative of the Slytherin House." Snape posed the statement like a question or a joke, like a challenge. I could easily prove him wrong. If he wants a great Head Boy, it was about time Snape learned that Draco Malfoy doesn't disappoint.
"Not to worry sir," I replied with a hint of sarcasm. "I know I'll be the best Head Boy for this year, and if you think any different I'm confident you'll change your mind."
Snape was not wavered by my confidence. Instead, he stopped and faced me as we came to the Head Car.
"When I open this door, you will step inside. We will not talk until this evening in front of the Great Hall when I'll give you your dorm information." Professor slid open the car door, his eyes locking on a figure inside who he only glanced at briefly before looking back at me.
The Head Girl?
He nodded to me then left, leaving me and the open car door. I approached the car slowly, and then quickly looked inside. My eyes met a pair of warm brown eyes in a face surrounded by curly hair.
The Head Girl and my new roommate is Hermione Granger.
This IS gonna be one helluva year.