"Draco!" snapped Lucius. Draco's head jerked upwards, knocking into the wall behind him.
"S-sorry father."
"The future of our family resides on your decision. Pray give us the courtesy of listening." his father replied, a little sharply. His mother caressed the back of Draco's head, stroking his platinum hair.
"Don't be so harsh, Lucius- it's only natural that Draco should be nervous." she said.
"Yeah," said Draco absently. Lucius smiled at his wife, a smile that showed all his teeth, and which held no glimmer of amusement. He spread the family tree on the table. The old parchment crackled as his pale hands ran across the yellowed paper and black ink.
"What about Astoria, dear? Astoria Greengrass?" Draco leaned back and took a bite out of a green apple.
"No, she's ugly."
Narcissa laughed nervously. "We don't want ugly grandchildren, do we Lucius?"
His face could have turned an onlooker to stone. "Indeed not. Her sister, then. Daphne. Even Draco can't deny her beauty."
"Is she the one with the green eyes?" asked Draco. Green eyes, piercing through you, warm, and yet slightly icy- just a sliver of ice, mind, and they'd be hidden by glasses that glinted alluringly, and oh how Draco wanted to take them off, to caress that face, to be engulfed in those green eyes.
"No dear," said Narcissa, "blue eyes."
"I don't want her either."
Most of the family had blue eyes. Draco hated his family, the elitist, inbred, rich bastards. It made it even worse that he was one of them. How exciting those green eyes were, the first eyes he'd set his upon at Hogwarts, how exotic, how interesting, how beautiful.
"Go to bed, Draco." Lucius roared eventually, "I'm sick of this. Find yourself a wife." Draco had to fight the impulse to laugh as he left the room in disgrace. Oh, I never wanted a wife...
Harry sat alone on the train. Ron and Hermione were both on 'prefect duties'. He prefered not to think about what they were actually doing. Hermione had left him with a book to 'keep him company'. It lay on the seat opposite, unopened. He smiled a little. She hadn't really expected him to read a book entitled 'A History of the Sleeping Potion', had she? A sleeping potion was hardly necessary; the book was roughly six hundred pages long. Instead, he stared out of the window at the countryside rushing part, thinking of all the adventures that had been had in that compartment. He shuddered at the thought of the dementors, but soon the thought of Lavender writing on the window displaced it as the more horrific memory. He put his feet up, feeling lonely as he watched the trolley lady go past, not noticing him. He saw a flash of blond hair through the door, and collapsed onto the floor, praying not to be seen. Crookshanks looked at him from under the seat, surprised to see Harry sprawled on the dirty floor. Harry's heart sped up rapidly as the door opened. Oh God don't let him see me, please no, no, no...
"Harry?" He sighed in relief. It was a soft, lilting voice, not the harsh mocking one he had expected.
"Oh, hi Luna." He felt there wasn't a need to explain his lying on the floor since Luna was wearing a hat in the shape of a parsnip.
"I do that sometimes too. It's rather nice down there, isn't it?"
"Um, yeah." said Harry, getting hastily to his feet. Luna sat down in front of him, and he took his seat. It was silent for a while, except for the rhythmic chugging of the train. Harry liked the silence with Luna. Somehow it wasn't awkward. Perhaps it's impossible to be awkward with someone who wears brussel sprout earrings.
After half an hour or so, there was a muffled shouting from outside of the compartment. Harry opened the door to find Hermione looking aloof, Ron blazing purple and-his heart was in his mouth- Drac- Malfoy.
"Why the bloody hell were you outside his compartment, you nosy little git?" Ron bellowed. Hermione put her hand on his arm.
"Ron-"
"What's happening?" asked Harry, bewildered. Malfoy's eyes were fixed on him. He determinedly didn't look back.
"Well, this complete-"
"Ron!" said Hermione
"Oh, hi Harry."
"It's been a while," grinned Harry.
"I was walking past the compartment, and your friends decided to attack me." snapped Malfoy, "Now, as much as I enjoy talking to mudblood, scarhead and ginger, I must be off." Ron's chest swelled in fury, but Hermione shoved him into the compartment.
"Ignore him, Ron. It's not worth it."
"I thought it was worth it that time you punched him in the face," he muttered. Harry caught a slight smile on Hermione's face as she ushered them into the compartment.
"He couldn't keep his eyes off you, Harry." said Luna dreamily, and then returned to her Quibbler. Harry didn't let the others see his smile.
