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Chapter One:
Draco Malfoy settled down on a empty seat in the Hogwarts Express. The two dumbells, his so-called bodyguards, was suppose to arrive by now. But the way he knew them, they probably got lost in the train...and maybe stumbled upon a few suspecting enemies. He sighed, he might as well do something to keep himself from being bored. Draco started going through his stuff to find something to keep him occupied. But alas, he could not find anything, it seemed that he kept everything very boring. Draco stared out through the window, watching the moving scenery. It was a drowsy day, rain that flowed everywhere, pattering on the windows. Its the kind of weather that perfectly fits Draco's mood.
Over the past summer, Draco had seemed to change, a lot. He went from being a Malfoy to just simply Draco. His house just always been empty. Ever since Voldemort rose up again, his father has been away on missions to murder the Muggles and find a plan to kill that Four-eyes. 'What was so special about this boy, besides the fact that he was the boy who lived?' he thought. Is that maybe he has powers that maybe old Voldie would want? Perhaps the Potty is actually a Seer, it just seemed possible for the fact that he overheard him telling his friends about the "futuristic" dreams he had.
While Draco was deep into his thoughts, the door to the almost empty car suddenly opened. He was broken off his trance and snapped his head towards the door, thinking that it was those two jumbo dumbos. Instead, it was a girl he knew by face but not by name. She had a long black hair that was braided and tied with a red scrunchie. She was dressed in normal denim jeans and a shirt with some sort of design. She had like a milk chocolate skin, but from what Draco could see, for sure she was not an African-American. Her face screwed in a slight disgust once she found out who was sitting in the empty compartment, but all the others were filled so it couldn't hurt to try to socilaize with the screwball.
" Can I sit here? All the other compartments are filled." She asked, a bit hesistantly
" Um, yeah sure, its fine" He replied in a monotone voice, showing no expression
She was a bit surprised. From what she heard, he was a snide boy who didn't give a damn about anybody. She soon recovered and sat opposite from him next to the window. She studied him a bit. He was so ghostly pale, and the black robes just makes him look like milk or something. He was an okay looking guy, he would look cute if he had some color on his face. She was sure that compared to him, she must look like real dark.
'Wow' she thought ' This has to be the most boring thing I had to do in my whole lifetime'. She stared out the scenery and just thought about the years thats about to come.
Meanwhile Draco took this time to study her a bit. She was pretty, a nice shade of brown and shiny black hair that just cascaded down her back. He was dying to hear her name or the house she belonged to.
" What's your name?" Draco asked
" Oh, Padma Patil" she replied.
" What house?"
" Ravenclaw" She answered this with a lot of pride in her voice.
Draco just nodded and looked back through the window. Nothing interesting there.
This continued for a while. Both of them not saying a word, but occasionally taking a glance at each other. Thr train was about to arrive to their destination, so Padma stood up to go change her robes. When she was gone, Draco took the oppurtunity to change his. He was only just putting on his uniform shirt when the door opened once again to reveal Padma. She gasped at the sight. His pale back was covered in painful looking scars and lashes.
" Do you mind?" He asked
She shook her head slowly and waited outside until he was done. When she entered, she looked at him as if expecting him to say anything. He simply looked at her and said
" Do me a favor? Don't tell a single person about this ok?"
She nodded and Draco went back looking out the window. Padma, however, couldn't get her mind off what she saw. Who gave him those scars? Who would be so cruel to torture him like that and leave him in agony? She knew that this was Malfoy, but still, even he didn't deserve this. She took one final look at him and joined him at watching the passing scenery.
I know its a boring chapter, but it'll get interesting soon...my mind will flow and it will think gooood stuff...have patience and continue reading please.
Chapter One:
Draco Malfoy settled down on a empty seat in the Hogwarts Express. The two dumbells, his so-called bodyguards, was suppose to arrive by now. But the way he knew them, they probably got lost in the train...and maybe stumbled upon a few suspecting enemies. He sighed, he might as well do something to keep himself from being bored. Draco started going through his stuff to find something to keep him occupied. But alas, he could not find anything, it seemed that he kept everything very boring. Draco stared out through the window, watching the moving scenery. It was a drowsy day, rain that flowed everywhere, pattering on the windows. Its the kind of weather that perfectly fits Draco's mood.
Over the past summer, Draco had seemed to change, a lot. He went from being a Malfoy to just simply Draco. His house just always been empty. Ever since Voldemort rose up again, his father has been away on missions to murder the Muggles and find a plan to kill that Four-eyes. 'What was so special about this boy, besides the fact that he was the boy who lived?' he thought. Is that maybe he has powers that maybe old Voldie would want? Perhaps the Potty is actually a Seer, it just seemed possible for the fact that he overheard him telling his friends about the "futuristic" dreams he had.
While Draco was deep into his thoughts, the door to the almost empty car suddenly opened. He was broken off his trance and snapped his head towards the door, thinking that it was those two jumbo dumbos. Instead, it was a girl he knew by face but not by name. She had a long black hair that was braided and tied with a red scrunchie. She was dressed in normal denim jeans and a shirt with some sort of design. She had like a milk chocolate skin, but from what Draco could see, for sure she was not an African-American. Her face screwed in a slight disgust once she found out who was sitting in the empty compartment, but all the others were filled so it couldn't hurt to try to socilaize with the screwball.
" Can I sit here? All the other compartments are filled." She asked, a bit hesistantly
" Um, yeah sure, its fine" He replied in a monotone voice, showing no expression
She was a bit surprised. From what she heard, he was a snide boy who didn't give a damn about anybody. She soon recovered and sat opposite from him next to the window. She studied him a bit. He was so ghostly pale, and the black robes just makes him look like milk or something. He was an okay looking guy, he would look cute if he had some color on his face. She was sure that compared to him, she must look like real dark.
'Wow' she thought ' This has to be the most boring thing I had to do in my whole lifetime'. She stared out the scenery and just thought about the years thats about to come.
Meanwhile Draco took this time to study her a bit. She was pretty, a nice shade of brown and shiny black hair that just cascaded down her back. He was dying to hear her name or the house she belonged to.
" What's your name?" Draco asked
" Oh, Padma Patil" she replied.
" What house?"
" Ravenclaw" She answered this with a lot of pride in her voice.
Draco just nodded and looked back through the window. Nothing interesting there.
This continued for a while. Both of them not saying a word, but occasionally taking a glance at each other. Thr train was about to arrive to their destination, so Padma stood up to go change her robes. When she was gone, Draco took the oppurtunity to change his. He was only just putting on his uniform shirt when the door opened once again to reveal Padma. She gasped at the sight. His pale back was covered in painful looking scars and lashes.
" Do you mind?" He asked
She shook her head slowly and waited outside until he was done. When she entered, she looked at him as if expecting him to say anything. He simply looked at her and said
" Do me a favor? Don't tell a single person about this ok?"
She nodded and Draco went back looking out the window. Padma, however, couldn't get her mind off what she saw. Who gave him those scars? Who would be so cruel to torture him like that and leave him in agony? She knew that this was Malfoy, but still, even he didn't deserve this. She took one final look at him and joined him at watching the passing scenery.
I know its a boring chapter, but it'll get interesting soon...my mind will flow and it will think gooood stuff...have patience and continue reading please.
