The countryside blurred as the train rushed through the landscape; field after field covered in early autumnal crop, possibly a farmer or two who waved a pleasant hand in greeting, and yet little did they know that upon that train, in each and every compartment were students from a very special school, a school of magic—yes magic. The train was full of chattering wizards and witches but there was one on that train in a compartment who was silent, and staring at the blurred scenery but seeing nothing,

'She's a skank!' Pavarti laughed and popping a handful of Bertie Botts every flavour beans into her mouth, somewhat bravely.

'stroking his head? What is he a cat?' Zoey snorted.

'a greasy, a slimy one at that!' Lavender added, looking up fro the notepad in her lap. 'what do you say Evie, disgusting or what?'

'Vile' She said turning to look at her friends. 'that pansy is all show and no…'

'brains?' Lavender joked, making the entire cabin grin.

The journey lasted a lifetime for Evie, her head and heart were a million miles away focused on a platinum haired boy and a scene she couldn't help but imagine. Changing to their robes, the girls laughed; curling hair around their wands, whilst transfiguring hairpins from spare jellybeans. Changing from trainers, into ballet pumps; Evie looked at her reflection in the glass of the train window. Her dark auburn hair hung with heavy curls all the way to her waist; her eyes were large and pleasantly almond shaped; and her lips as her mother always said were like a perfectly ripened rosebud- but all she saw staring back at her was a sad girl, not even remotely similar to the bubbly sixteen-year-old who had gotten on the train. Throwing her leather satchel over her shoulder, she joined her friends in the climb off the train. Zoey linked her arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze, probably in regard to her somewhat low mood.

'What's up Eves?' She whispered as the others wandered somewhat ahead.

'Just tired, I guess.' She replied, as she climbed into the carriage; but in a second thought she rested her head on Zoey's shoulder and gave her friends hand a squeeze; just for a moment admitting to her friend that her heart was hurting; finally, for just a moment allowing her friend to comfort her... even if she didn't truly know why, Evie's heart was hurting.

The Hogwarts' castle seemed to appear suddenly as if through a mist before the carriages, even in her emotional state Evie couldn't believe she'd only make this journey one more time before the real world came calling. The castle itself was magic to the eye, a beautiful old structure; full of hidey holes, turrets and towers- in fact the dormitory she shared with the girls and Hermione Grainger was in a single tower that seemed to float alone in the air. The place was just insane; crazy and never without drama but also ridiculously amazing; and somewhere she missed intensely during the long summer break.

'Heard who is Captain? Pavarti said, leaning across the carriage.

'Hmm?'

'Quiddich captain.'

'No who?' Evie said, raising her head from Zoey's shoulder.

'Potter.'

'Should have guessed, you gonna go to the trails Zo?'

'Yeah maybe...' Zoey said, sighing. 'Although he probably give beater to that idiot of a creature.

'Who?' Lavender laughed, looking at Zoey with already a laugh in her eyes.

'Any big, headed boy! It's always a boy; apparently we don't have the balls to hit the balls...'

'How very sexist!' Lavender giggled, as the carriage past through the gate and they stepped off and joined a long line.

'What's this? Pavarti said, standing on her tiptoes and craning her head to get a better look. 'Looks like we are getting searched.'

'No shit!' Zoey remarked, but still standing on her own tiptoes to get a closer look. 'Maybe you know who is stuffed inside someone's duffel bag!'

'Well he wouldn't want you Zoey and that muggle blood of yours!' Laughed a voice from behind.

'Shut up Pansy!' Zoey said.

'FIlth the lot of you.' Pansy sniped.

'Utter waste of magic' Goyle muttered, pushing past Lavender roughly.

And then Evie saw him. The one with the platinum hair and rumored devilishness. He walked with a swagger, with an ease perfectly matched to his labelled family history, yet it wasn't the boy Evie knew; through a turn of events neither were truly aware of they each saw through the others façade and both saw something there that equally intrigued and terrified them- that was nearly two years ago; and since then a great manner of events had taken place that had both shocked and united them but wholly in secret.

From her face he could see she was upset or annoyed more likely; and he also had a very accurate idea of what had brought fury into her eyes. It was the girl standing between them; a girl so sickly seductive in her nature and who since he'd first set a toe into the castle had been a lingering shadow with a singular purpose; that purpose being to call him hers'.

Draco knew it hurt Evie to hear of his actionswithin the compartment he sat in on the train; but in his defence he couldn't be cut up with his friend's question and their pathetic innuendos; especially now, especially when he had so much bigger issues to address.

He held her stare for a moment, before looking at Pansy with a face barely masking his smirk at how utterly pathetic that little creature was- For had he not know of strong women his entire life? His mother; a woman of immense strength, stronger than his cowardly father, who he once hero worshipped. His Aunt Bellatrix, for as devilish her nature she had survived the horror of Azkaban. But it was his mother who he saw when he was around Pansy; for her need was pathetic; her backbone was that of weakness and she was restless with need. Yet Evie, a pure blood- an expensive pureblood but then again Draco didn't care about that that, which surprised him more than anything. It was Evie's radiance –and that look that honestly took his breath away; he knew he was fool for her but no matter what he knew he didn't care, he just didn't want it to stop.

'Draco...' Pansy purred, reaching for his hand, as he pushed hers away; which only made Pansy flick her hair and giggle as if it was all just part of a game. Evie smiled at this, her dimples showing even when she tried to suppress the beaming grin that lit up her eyes.

'What you are smiling at Taylor?' Pansy snapped, taking a step towards Evie.

At this Draco stiffened, and the word escaped his lips sharp and blunt. 'No!' The word was spoken so unconsciously the action froze him for a moment, all he was aware of was a somewhat panicked look in Evie's eyes as Pansy gawfed unpleasantly and turned towards him.

'Your right, not worth my time filthy freaks and traitors.'