The Silver Clasp

I looked up at the giant clock on the wall of Kings Cross Station, it read 10:57. I started running through the crowds with a heavy trunk and a chubby cat. I ran through the barriers at Platform 9 and 3/4, after six years I had grown immune to the smoke from the train and could see people boarding the train, parents yelling their goodbyes and my parents looking at me as though they could kill.

I apologized for being late, hugged them goodbye and told them I loved them. Then I got on the train. I walked down a corridor looking for an empty compartment or my friends. Preferably the latter in the former. In the last compartment (typical) I saw Albus' trademark hair. I opened the door then walked in. I gently placed my cat in a seat and tried in vain to lift my heavy trunk up to put it in the compartment above us.

Then, suddenly the trunk was as light as a feather. Lifting it up I put it above us and turned around, grinning smugly. I found myself face-to-face with none other than my evil arch enemy Scorpius Malfoy. Damn. I wasn't as strong as I thought. The grin left my face as I snarled "Malfoy". "Weasley." He replied. "Ferret." "Weasel."

I ignored his last remark and sat down. I looked around to see my favourite cousins Albus and Dominique looking amused, Lorcan and Lysander were gazing dreamily around the compartment and Malfoy was still standing. "Weasley, you are in my seat." He said. "Oh really?" I asked, acting like I actually cared. He nodded. "I don't care." I stated. The only other seat was taken up by cat. He lifted her up and placed Buttons in my lap.

I looked at him glaring, about to yell at him for touching my cat. Malfoy was glaring back at me. Looking in his eyes, I'd never really relised how nice they were. They were a mixture of blue and gray with a hint of green.

His hair was as blonde as ever, just not as bleached looking this year. He looked a bit like one of those stereo-typed 'surfer dudes'. If he had had a tan and I didn't know any better I would think he was from L.A but his skin was as pale as mine and I had known him for nearly seven years.

I broke away from his intense eyes and looked down. The only time my skin wasn't pale was when I blushed and right now my face was putting my hair to shame. I don't know why I blushed. It's not like I fancied him or anything. He was my enemy, I hated him, but if I hated him, why was I noticing his eyes?

Lorcan Scamander broke the silence. "I think this compartment is full of Wrackspurt." he stated. His brother Lysander agreed, "It is very tense in here." Al and Dom looked at each other in bewilderment, and then they both turned to me. "What in the name of Merlin's pants is a Wrackspurt?" Malfoy sniggered.

"They are invisible floating insects that float in your ears and make your brain go fuzzy." I replied, I'm not the daughter of the brightest witch of her age for nothing I thought to myself. All of the normal people in the compartment looked at me, (Al, Dom and Malfoy). "She's right you know," said one of the twins and they went on giving us a very detailed biography of the Wrackspurt.

I fell asleep, forgetting I was sitting next to Malfoy, and that I had a Prefect meeting to go to. As the new Head Girl I wasn't starting off well already.

I was in the library reading my Charms book when Malfoy came in. Instead of turning him into a giant jelly as I usually would I stood up, without my wand. He was in a tux and I was wearing a silky, ivy green, dress that stopped above my knees. Malfoy walked over to me grabbed me around the waist and kissed me.

Wait, what? I kissed him back. He broke away and looked into my eyes. "Weasley. Weasley." "Yes?" I mumbled back. "Wake up; you're late for the Prefect meeting." Damn, it was a dream? I mean "YES!" Why was I having such absurd dreams? Horrible nightmares, that left me smiling? I'm so confused. I thought.

Ugh. I opened my eyes. Malfoy was smirking at me. I felt my heart speed up. What was wrong with me? Then I noticed his Head Boy badge.

Authors note: Hey! This is my first story so don't be too harsh, but do please read and review. Good or bad.

Disclaimer: The other night I had the best dream ever. I was walking around Scotland, with this story (as you do) and I walked into J.K Rowling. She read my story and loved it. She loved it so much she gave me the copyright and sent it to Bloomsbury for them to publish. I ended up writing a whole new series of Harry Potter. I wittingly named it Harry Potter and the Next Generation.

That was a dream so as you can probably tell, I OWN NOTHING!! except the plot. Ok?

~Rebekah...

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