"You remember the Malfoy boy, right?"
"Yes, mother," I said, placing my folded robes in the trunk.
"You remember to stay away from him, right?"
"Yes, mother," I picked up my school books and placed them in the trunk, too.
"Good girl,"
I looked over my shoulder as my worried mother strode out of my room for the third time in twenty minutes. She was always on edge. We lived far enough away that it was fine, Lucius Malfoy couldn't get us, but it never seemed far enough. Especially with me spending the majority of the year in the same castle as his son.
I am constantly being remeinded to stay away from him.
Magicka, he's dangerous.
Magicka, his father hates us.
Remember the fude, Magicka.
He's not to be trusted.
None of them are to be trusted.
Magicka, be careful.
Yeah, well, whatever.
I mean, I don't like the Malfoy boy, but that's not because our fathers hate each other. He was a dick to anyone and everyone that got in his way and he didn't deserve any sort of sympathy for someone like me. Nope. Nadda. No way.
I closed my trunk and locked it.
Fourth year, this was going to be interesting.
I rolled my trunk into the living room and clicked to my white kitty, Moon. She came to my side and I smiled as I sat down on the couch to pet her head.
"You ready to go home?" I asked her.
She meowed in responce.
I smiled. "Me, too," I stood up and looked around, "Mother?"
"Yes?"
"I'm ready when you are,"
"Right," she came down the hall a moment later with my father behind her. "Good bye, dear, I'll see you when I get back," she said, kissing my father on the cheek.
My father embraced her, and then came to me. "Magicka, be a good girl, right?"
"Yes, father," I said.
He hugged me and kissed me on the top of the head.
"Off you go," He said, leading me to the door.
I followed my mother out to the car and put my trunk in the back.
The ride to Kings Cross was tired and quiet, as it always was. I was waiting for the day that my father could accomany me there, but it will never happen. He was not wanted.
I walked along to platfor 9 3/4 by myself. Mother was behind me, but I never waited for her.
"Magi! Darling!"
I turned as I was about to board the train.
"Yes, mother?"
"Goodbye, dear," she said hugging me.
"Goodbye, mother," I said, we didn't hug. I turned and went into the compartment where my friends were seated.
Michael and Olivia were some of my closest friends at Hogwarts. They were also in Slytherin in my year. they were some that never judged me for who my father was. I loved them for it.
"How was your holiday?" I asked.
"Fine," Olivia said. "Yours?"
"Same as usual," I said.
"Oh, sorry,"
"Yeah," I said, "you Michael?"
"Holiday went quiet well, actually," he said.
"Well, at least one of us had a good time," Olivia said.
"Was your holiday really that horrible?" I asked.
"Yes, but I'll explain later," she said as the train started to roll.
"Right," I said, and sat back.
The ride to Hogarts was calming. Quite nice, actually, after the holiday I had just spent. I got changed into my robes and smiled as I saw Hogsmead come into view at the end of the ride.
"Come on!" I said jumping from my seat and dragging my trunk with me. Olivia and Michael ran after me, giggling.
The next couple of hours were a blur until we got back into our common room. I was quite happy with my life again until I bumped into someone.
"Oh," I giggled, "sorry," But then, I looked up.
The pale hair that sparkled like gold.
The cold grey eyes like stone.
The sharp features that told nothing of the soul inside.
I gulped as I realized who stood before me, and I began to build up walls around myself and take a defensive position.
I had run smack dab into him.
Draco Malfoy.