Before you read:
This story may be riddled with inaccuracies. Harry Potter has a lot of little details that end up impacting the whole book, and I can't keep all of them in here.
This is just a bit of fun, not meant to be taken at all too seriously, and in no way affects the true book.
For the sake of this story I would like everyone who reads to know that I am very aware that Harry sneaks into the Slytherin compartment at some point and Draco stomps on his face. That doesn't happen in this story. I thought of trying to squeeze it in, but there wasn't a away I could make it work.
Don't like it, don't read it. But I'm sure any problems you personally have with it, I am already aware of, as I know where my story differs and deters from the original.
This in no way impacts the end result for Harry, Ron and Hermione. They all marry the right people and have the right kids and happily ever after, this is only a change for Draco and possibly some other characters, but they will most likely be minor and won't matter. Let's just pretend that that if anything is different from the true story, and it's able to impact Harry's future, that the problem will solve itself and the story goes on as planned.
And with that.. here we go.
Ps: if you know what the Slytherin compartment looked like in the movie(half blood prince), that's what it's supposed to look like here,
Draco: POV
I stepped onto the train easily, Pansy yammering on about something or other, though I truly couldn't care less. I pass the prefects carriage door as I walk and see Weasley and his filthy mudblood Granger. They're a sight, the pair of them, it revolts me. When I reach the Slytherin sixth-year compartment I slide into a seat with the easy grace I was born with and feel tiredness seep through me. I look to my right at Pansy who is seated nearest the window and know she won't mind if I lay down, not that I'd care otherwise. I shrug indifferently and turn my body in my seat, laying my head on her lap and bending at the knee. She looks surprised for a moment then smirks; as though she believes I'm being affectionate towards her. Looking up at her isn't exactly horrible, but it's not special treat. Pansy is easy, boring even. I know she wants me, to the point of almost naked desperation. She has nothing about her that is ghastly unattractive, but no high points either, just, boring. I felt her fingers weave through my hair, stroking lightly, and it felt nice so I decided to let her be.
I could hear the others talking, Zabini of yet another photo-shoot and Pansy of something so trivial and boring it's not worth describing, Crabbe and Goyle sitting in the booth across the aisle reading comics. I still hadn't felt the train lurch forward, so I knew we were still in place. Then something interesting happens.
The door to our compartment slides open and a girl steps in, already dressed in black robes, I sat up to see. Long and shiny mahogany coloured hair hid her face behind its thick waves. She shook her hair from her face slightly, I'm guessing so she could see, and her eyes widened when she saw all the Slytherin's staring at her. Her beauty was unimaginable, large sky blue eyes fringed by thick lashes, perfect porcelain skin and a tiny button nose, dotted with a small smattering of brown freckles. Her lips were lush, red and full, she was perfection. She smiled at us warily, looking slightly uncomfortable and spoke in a bell like voice,
"I'm sorry, all the other compartments were full.." she said trailing off.
"This is the Slytherin compartment." Pansy sneered, I looked at her to see she was sizing up the girl, looking at her from head to toe and looking angrier the more she saw.
The looked taken aback by the harshness of her tone. "The wha- " but she was cut off.
"Don't be so rude Pansy!" Zabini said, shooting her a menacing look before turning back to the girl with a seductive smile and warm eyes. "Please, sit with us." He said, gesturing the place beside him. She smiled gratefully and slide into the seat directly across from me. I sat even straighter, so I was no longer touching Pansy, who realized this and attempted to grab my arm discreetly, sliding it to hook around my own. I shrugged her off and I felt her eyes on my face with white hot fury.
"What year are you in?" I asked her. She looking up at me and blushed.
"Sixth." She said.
"Really? What house are you in?" I'd surely remember having her in our year, no one changes that much in one summer.
"Oh, I'm um, not in a house. My father said something about this school having house's, but I haven't been placed yet." When she saw our confused gazes she added, "I'm a transfer student from a Wizarding school in northern Canada. My father works for the ministry and they sent him there to do some evaluations, but he recently got a promotion that sent us back to England. I've had to switch schools because he doesn't believe we should be on separate continents, what with V-, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, back and all." She shrugged, "He says there's nowhere safer for me to be than where Dumbledore is. Though I don't see how,"
"Hogwarts has never felt very, safe, exactly." Zabini said.
"Well, I mean, he's after Harry Potter isn't he?" she asked, though she didn't mean it as a question. "I read somewhere that he went to Hogwarts, do you know him?"
"We've… had a few classes together." I said.
"It seems to me that the safest place to be would be.. wherever he isn't." she said. She waved a hand through the air and dismissed herself, "not that it's any of my business."
God she's gorgeous. I hope she's in Slytherin, or at least Ravenclaw, hell I don't think I'll mind if she's a Hufflepuff. But she just can't be..
"I'm so sorry, we've been very rude. I'm Blaise Zabini," Zabini said, looking apologetic, but not really meaning it. He was boiling my blood, trying to charm her. It'll work too, all the girls fall over him. Almost as bad as Potter, 'the Boy who Lived', now 'the Chosen One'.
"Thayer Ross," she said, moving to shake the hand he outstretched, only for him to kiss the back of it instead. She blushed scarlet again and bit her lip, looking down at the table.
"Ross?" Pansy perked up. "And you said your father works for the ministry? You wouldn't happen to be Jacob Ross's daughter would you?" Thayer nodded. Pansy's eyes widened a fraction. Thayer was pure blood, through and through. One of the oldest bloodlines there is, well known by those who care, and her father was in the highest of regards with not only the new minister, but the previous one as well. Pansy sat up a little straighter and looked at the girl in new light. "Well, I'm Pansy Parkinson and this," she hooked her arm around mine again, "is Draco Malfoy." I recoiled from her touch and shuffled away in my seat, throwing her a look she dare not ignore.
"Pleasure," she said, smiling at Pansy slightly, though it looked slightly forced. Her eyes panned to me and caught my gaze, she looked back down at the table and tried and rested her head on her hand and looked in thought for a moment before her head perked up and she looked at me sceptically, as though just recalling something.
"So," Pansy said, resting her elbows on the table and resting her rounded chin against her folded hands. "What kind of name is Thayer anyway?" she asked, smirking rudely.
Thayer raised her perfectly arched brows and said, "I could ask the same thing about 'Pansy' now couldn't I? Though thankfully, my name isn't used as an insult." Pansy's smirk fell, and I choked out a laugh, Zabini smirked and raised an impressed brow. "My parents wanted to be interesting, name me something a little unique. My name means 'soldier' or 'of the nation's army'."
Pansy gazed at her, searching. She needed a fault and she needed one quickly. But a girl as beautiful as this, a girl with blood so pure, parents so highly regarded and with a quick tongue, she had nothing to badger her about. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pansy sit there, rigid as a stone and fuming.
Zabini casually threw his arm across the back of her seat, though it wasn't unnoticed by me, and though I know Thayer noticed, she pretended not to. She yawned, cutely? And stretched her arms slightly, offering us all a smile before saying, "I'm quite tired, I think I'll go lay down in that free booth down the end of the compartment, try to catch an hour's shut eye." She stood and though she addressed all of us, looked me in the eye and said, "It was lovely meeting you all." And she walked away, blushing ever so slightly once more, brushing her long fingers along my shoulder as she went.
"Damn," Zabini said beneath his breath, staring at her as she left.
"Oh come off it, she's so full of it." Pansy said, huffing.
"You would be too if you looked like that," he retorted, "oh, I forgot, you are anyway. At least she can get away with it."
She went beat red and turned to me, "Are you going to let him speak to me this way?"
"Why wouldn't I, he's right." She deflated even further. "And for the record, she didn't seem full of herself. The fact remains that if she wanted to be, she could, but she's not. You just can't find anything else wrong with her, so you're making things up."
"She doesn't support Him. I bet you anything she'll be a Potter lover. She'll probably fancy him, now that they're calling him 'The Chosen One' and all. She won't spare either of you a second glance," she sneered, then shot at me, "especially when she learns you support Him. Think she'll get over that for a snog from someone as un-famous as you, when she could have 'The Chosen One'?" her eyes went from menacing to affectionate, "But you know I support Him Draco, and you, and your family. I encourage it, I know you're right."
"I don't think I've ever found you more revolting. I tolerate that face of yours because you always do as I ask, but now you're just annoying." I shook my head, disgusted and turned away. How dare she use that tactic to bait me, using Him as a means of controlling me? She was delusional.
"She is gorgeous." Zabini said, "And that's coming from Me." he quirked a brow, "And she's pureblood, with connections. She makes every other girl at this school look like chopped liver compared to her juicy steak." He smirked, "Wonder how long it'll take to get in her knickers? Bet it'll take a good bit of ground work, she's got a lot of options." Me bit his lip and groaned. "But damn will it be worth it."
I glared at Blaise, feeling more loathing toward him than I ever thought possible to a fellow Slytherin and stood from the table. "I think I'll change into my robes, before the halls get too crowded."
When I reached the end of the compartment I saw her, peacefully unaware of my presence. I'd never truly been one to admire beautiful things. Valuable things, yes, impressive things, yes, but I couldn't recall a recent time where I'd stopped to look at something just because it was nice to look at. But Thayer, this brand new girl who simply stepped into my life, was not only nice to look at. I could stare at her sleeping form for hours and not tire. She was curled on the seats, her knees tucked up to her chin, resting her head on a red sweater she must have retrieved from her trunk, her arms were bent beneath the sweater, supporting her head.
Beautiful, innocent and fragile, I realized, I could never have her. As badly as I wanted her.
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