A girl in the last compartment nervously twisted a strand of her dark brown
hair around her finger. As she did that, she questioned her very presence
on the train. Why did I do this, I had plenty of friends at Montague School
of Magic.
An angry Draco Malfoy walked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. He couldn't believe the great oafs, otherwise known as Crabbe and Goyle, had taken the last compartment, not leaving room for him. Angrily he muttered, "Sometimes I wonder why I bother, they're more trouble than they're worth." As he looked into the compartments he was dismayed that they were all occupied, he had pretty much given up hope of finding one when he looked into the very last one.
He saw a lone girl. Not just a girl, but in his mind, the most beautiful girl ever. He didn't recognize her though. "Hello, My name is Draco Malfoy. Yours?" He kept his voice rude and uncaring. The girl muttered something while she stared at her feet. "Sorry, I didn't catch that," he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Vanessa McCall." She looked up at him, and her thoughts were confirmed. He was the best looking boy she had ever seen. She countered that thought as she recalled his attitude. She regretted his coming into the compartment, because despite how mean and heartless he was, he still had something, and that was bothering her.
"Well, it looks as if I will have to sit here." He sighed loudly, exaggerating the action, but deep in his mind he really had no problem sitting with her. As he sat down he tried to strike conversation. "So, I noticed your accent." He smirked at that remark. "Where are you from anyway?"
"Montague School of Magic, it's in America," she replied quickly. Then she blushed horribly and went back to staring at her feet.
Draco looked up, and gave one of his trademark smirks. "Oh, I see. One of those people who get bored," he added a yawn for effect, "with the dull practices of American wizardry."
She lifted her head and replied with a force in her voice, "No. I was forced to transfer here by my parents. They seem to think that Hogwarts has a better reputation, and more skilled staff. I am not ashamed of my last school or the great people or teachers there," she finished with a distinct note.
Draco slowly drawled. "So, it does talk," he added a smile and wondered why he cared where she came from. "Do you know what house you're in yet?" He surprised himself with that last question, once again wondering why he cared if she was in a house. Then he realized why.he wanted her to be in his house.
"No, I was told I would be sorted with the first years," she replied, not as bold as she was before. "I have learned the houses and the traits of their students. What house are you in, Draco?" She was flummoxed as to why she was concerned with his house, or even him. He was the rudest, most idiotic boy she had ever met, but something inside her forced her to care.
Draco was surprised by her interest, and curiously answered, "Slytherin." Then he paused, waiting for it to sink in, and asked with a smirk, "What house would you put me in?"
Vanessa lifted herself up, both mentally and physically and replied, "You fit the Slytherin description perfectly," with a smirk that would contend with his. "Yes, rude, insensitive and outwardly mean. But inside insecure and needy. Yes, I believe you fit that description flawlessly," she finished with an air of relief and said, "Well, I'm going to change into my robes now. I expect we'll arrive soon." She left the compartment, leaving an openmouthed Draco.
An angry Draco Malfoy walked down the corridor of the Hogwarts Express. He couldn't believe the great oafs, otherwise known as Crabbe and Goyle, had taken the last compartment, not leaving room for him. Angrily he muttered, "Sometimes I wonder why I bother, they're more trouble than they're worth." As he looked into the compartments he was dismayed that they were all occupied, he had pretty much given up hope of finding one when he looked into the very last one.
He saw a lone girl. Not just a girl, but in his mind, the most beautiful girl ever. He didn't recognize her though. "Hello, My name is Draco Malfoy. Yours?" He kept his voice rude and uncaring. The girl muttered something while she stared at her feet. "Sorry, I didn't catch that," he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Vanessa McCall." She looked up at him, and her thoughts were confirmed. He was the best looking boy she had ever seen. She countered that thought as she recalled his attitude. She regretted his coming into the compartment, because despite how mean and heartless he was, he still had something, and that was bothering her.
"Well, it looks as if I will have to sit here." He sighed loudly, exaggerating the action, but deep in his mind he really had no problem sitting with her. As he sat down he tried to strike conversation. "So, I noticed your accent." He smirked at that remark. "Where are you from anyway?"
"Montague School of Magic, it's in America," she replied quickly. Then she blushed horribly and went back to staring at her feet.
Draco looked up, and gave one of his trademark smirks. "Oh, I see. One of those people who get bored," he added a yawn for effect, "with the dull practices of American wizardry."
She lifted her head and replied with a force in her voice, "No. I was forced to transfer here by my parents. They seem to think that Hogwarts has a better reputation, and more skilled staff. I am not ashamed of my last school or the great people or teachers there," she finished with a distinct note.
Draco slowly drawled. "So, it does talk," he added a smile and wondered why he cared where she came from. "Do you know what house you're in yet?" He surprised himself with that last question, once again wondering why he cared if she was in a house. Then he realized why.he wanted her to be in his house.
"No, I was told I would be sorted with the first years," she replied, not as bold as she was before. "I have learned the houses and the traits of their students. What house are you in, Draco?" She was flummoxed as to why she was concerned with his house, or even him. He was the rudest, most idiotic boy she had ever met, but something inside her forced her to care.
Draco was surprised by her interest, and curiously answered, "Slytherin." Then he paused, waiting for it to sink in, and asked with a smirk, "What house would you put me in?"
Vanessa lifted herself up, both mentally and physically and replied, "You fit the Slytherin description perfectly," with a smirk that would contend with his. "Yes, rude, insensitive and outwardly mean. But inside insecure and needy. Yes, I believe you fit that description flawlessly," she finished with an air of relief and said, "Well, I'm going to change into my robes now. I expect we'll arrive soon." She left the compartment, leaving an openmouthed Draco.
