On our Way... Draco's POV
Draco Malfoy sighed as his mother pushed his blonde hair back from his face again. "Mother, stop it," he whined. "Everyone from school can see you." Especially one person…
Narcissus Malfoy patted his shoulder and moved away. "Have a good year at school, dear," she said. "Send me as many owls as you can!"
"Yes, mother."
"And don't get into too much trouble! You know what your Godfather-"
"Yes mother." Like he needed reminding what Severus was saying about him.
"And talk to that girl you've been fantasizing about all summer!"
"Yes mo- wait, what?" How did she know about-?
"I'm not blind, Draco." She smiled fondly. "Now, you'd better get going."
"Yes, your mother's right," Draco glanced up to see his father beside him. "Get on that train boy, and do what you're told."
"Yes father," Draco kissed his mother good bye and opened the carriage door. "I'll write when I get there," he called to her, glad to be getting out of his father's hair.
"Have a good year!"
Draco moved down the carriages, prefect badge already on his dark robes. He passed Potter, Longbottom, and that Weasley girl with that loopy Ravenclaw as he made his way towards the first compartment. Huh, Weasley, a prefect?
He opened the carriage door and his breath was taken away. It was her, looking beautiful with her lightly flushed complexion against the deep black of her robes, the light of laughter in her eyes as she reread a long letter that she clutched tightly in both hands.
Weasley leaned over her shoulder and looked quickly away again as the girl saw him staring at her letter. Angrily, she smacked him with it as he grinned at her.
"Sorry Hermione! I won't read your precious correspondence with Vicky again!"
Hermione, fuming now, pulled out her wand. "His name is Victor. And you'd better not, because I'll curse you until your hair turns green!"
Draco held in a laugh as he saw the tiny, bushy haired girl confront the tall, ungainly redhead. And then a knot of jealousy formed in his stomach as he thought of the famous Quidditch player. Victor Krum. Oh, that name left a bitter tang of envy on his tongue.